"You are cultists." Luo Lun's voice was icy, carrying undisguised disgust.
A smile that seemed both compassionate and detached appeared on Ovia's face. "That is merely a label given to us by outsiders... They simply cannot comprehend the greatness of what we are doing. Future generations who know the truth will carve monuments in our honor."
It was their usual rhetoric.
Well, there was no point in arguing with these people. Their logic had long been twisted by their own fervor.
Luo Lun said, "I cannot trust you."
"We can swear in the name of the Hero to let you leave safely." Ovia's voice softened, carrying a strange, bewitching power.
"Forget it, Ovia, this one won't talk." Colton sneered, the killing intent in his eyes almost taking physical form. "This person is a dangerous assassin with a tough backbone... It would be better to finish her off as soon as possible."
The air seemed to freeze. Luo Lun could feel Colton's undisguised malice and was well aware of the danger lurking beneath Ovia's seemingly gentle demeanor... Her mind raced, searching for a chance of survival. She had to throw out an answer that was reasonable enough and could temporarily divert their attention.
"I think the Holy Sword should be in Mr. Xia Lun's hands," Luo Lun spoke up.
Colton's mouth twitched. He had just made that remark... Was she deliberately going against him?
Ovia looked at the solemn black-robed old man behind her. The old man's cloudy eyes were half-closed, as if he were listening to invisible echoes in the air.
"She is not lying," the old man's somewhat hoarse voice came through.
Luo Lun breathed a sigh of relief.
She genuinely did not know where the Holy Sword was... She didn't even know what this so-called Holy Sword actually was.
But if she had to give an answer, it would undoubtedly be Xia Lun.
At least, that was what she truly believed in her heart... She was merely stating her own guess.
After all, Xia Lun was the Hero; it was perfectly normal for the Holy Sword to be in his hands.
"So it really is in that guy's hands. No wonder he dared to impersonate the Hero... I appreciate you, Miss Luo Lun." Ovia seemed very satisfied with Luo Lun's answer. A ray of spiritual light emerged from her fingertips and sank into the shackles.
With a crisp click, the restraints on Luo Lun's hands were released.
The moment she regained her freedom, Luo Lun's muscles instinctively tensed, but she forced down the urge to counterattack immediately, looking cautiously at the people in front of her.
She could barely handle Ovia alone... Launching a rash attack right now would undoubtedly be a very reckless move.
"Tsk, we won't break the promise we made to the Hero." Seeing Luo Lun like this, Colton felt a bit displeased.
Luo Lun was a young and beautiful woman... Logically speaking, any normal man would feel some affection toward her, but Colton was clearly not one of them.
More accurately, he disliked anyone who achieved great success at a young age.
Because he too had once shocked the academic world with a thesis and was regarded as a genius favored by the Truth Magic Academy, enjoying boundless fame for a time... But geniuses in this world were as common as carp crossing a river, and after just a few years, he had faded into mediocrity.
"Can I go now?" Luo Lun rubbed her wrists, which were aching slightly from being bound by the shackles.
"Please do," Ovia waved her hand.
Without a word, Luo Lun smashed through the window and leaped down. In just a moment, her figure vanished into the night outside.
"What do we do next? Are we going to take back the Holy Sword?" Colton looked at Ovia.
"No, that imposter's strength is quite terrifying. Even the Hero is extremely wary of him... Let's continue with our plan first. The Holy Sword is not absolutely necessary." Ovia shook her head.
Elesha frowned deeply.
"What is it, Miss Elesha?" Ovia noticed her unusual expression and asked gently, "Did you notice something?"
"Why didn't she just use the front door?" Elesha couldn't help but say. "And she smashed the window... Does she know how troublesome it is to clean up? It takes weeks to order custom-made windows."
Hearing this, the expressions of the Twilight Apostles froze for a moment, clearly not expecting that Elesha would care about such a trivial matter.
"Because she's an assassin?" Colton smiled. "Compared to that, Miss Elesha, there are worse things... Don't forget, that person smashed right through your floor."
Ovia also spoke up, "The garden has been practically ruined by the battle, but I bear some responsibility for that. I will take care of it."
"Thank you so much, Lady Ovia." Elesha gave Ovia a graceful curtsy.
"I'm going to rest." Colton yawned, stretched his back, and then left on his own.
"Then I will take my leave as well, Miss Elesha."
"Take care, Lady Ovia."
Ovia's figure seemed to be swept up by an invisible wind, lightly transforming into a wisp of air and quietly dissipating into nothingness.
The black-robed old man had also, at some unknown point, melted into the wall on the side and disappeared.
"Elesha..." a worried voice sounded from behind Elesha.
"Ah, Grandmother, is there something you need me for?" Elesha turned around with a beaming smile.
"Those people... are not... you..." Lanxia looked at her granddaughter, her cloudy eyes filled with struggle and fear. Her lips moved, but the words of warning seemed to be choked back by an invisible rope around her throat, unable to be spoken.
"You need to be careful."
"Careful? What is there to be careful about? They are all my friends." Elesha was a bit puzzled. "Besides, they are all very powerful. With their help, reviving the Norman family will be a breeze... Isn't this what you have always hoped for?"
"Elesha, you should know that there is something not quite right about them. They are cultists..." Lanxia's voice was dry.
"What are you talking about, Grandmother? They are perfectly normal. Is there anything wrong with them?" Elesha tilted her head, her tone light and filled with innocent longing.
Lanxia paused slightly; she truly could not point out anything wrong.
Everything seemed far too normal. Although they were called cultists, they could communicate normally and did not go inexplicably mad.
But Lanxia always felt that there was a trace of eeriness about them... A strange sense of incongruity made her blood run cold, like icy vines wrapping around her heart.
"You are the one who isn't acting normal, Grandmother. You are already very tired, so you should go back and rest." Elesha waved her hand at her grandmother.
Lanxia opened her mouth, but it ultimately turned into a heavy sigh. Hunching her back, she slowly turned and walked away, her retreating figure filled with a sense of powerlessness and profound despair.
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
