Wade was not very keen on explaining Krulu's situation.
This was because she was someone whom Aether had explicitly ordered to be killed.
Lord Cardinal Aether was the greatest Cardinal and the true power behind the Church today.
He did not even spare a thought for the Sword God, Elcalan.
This time, the Sword God's recent actions had served as a perfect tool to purge the Church and consolidate its power.
Now that the Sword God had helped them eliminate the head of the Sarather family, it was time to divide the spoils.
As the leader of the Saintess Faction and the legitimate heir, Krulu was naturally slated for execution!
She would be sent to the gallows tomorrow. Nothing could be allowed to go wrong; otherwise, Aether's wrath would surely bring about a disaster similar to what had happened in the Kingdom of Lystra!
Therefore, Wade simply shook his head. “I do not know. The Sarather family seems to have run into some trouble recently, so I am not sure how she is doing...”
But as soon as he said those words, Velrose smiled.
A faint glow unique to magical beasts suddenly appeared in her eyes, and many peculiar magical lines surfaced on her face.
Wade realized with a jolt—was the girl in front of him not a magical beast?!
Her expression held no malicious intent to harm him, but rather a mockery born of a superior being, a profound contempt for humans.
Then, Velrose's arm pierced straight through his heart. Wade spat out blood and breathed his last.
At that moment, Sathya used the energy of her tentacles to extract the magic of the three bishops and forge them into cores. These were three massive energy spheres, which she squeezed in her hand, condensing them down to the size of soybeans.
The energy spheres had now transformed into translucent, orange-colored agates.
She handed all three energy spheres to Tina, whose mouth practically began to water at the sight.
Tina's thoughts were incredibly simple.
Before the battle, she had known that Sathya did not want her to participate, which must have been due to some careful consideration.
Yet, she still couldn't resist joining the fight, and she had even killed Wade.
It must have caused a lot of trouble for Sathya.
Therefore, after receiving the energy spheres, she lowered her head and carefully walked over to Sathya, pushing the energy spheres back into her hands.
“I won't eat them, Little Ya. I... give them to you.”
“What do you mean by this, Sister Tina?”
“I don't... want to eat them.”
Tina pushed them toward her again, urging her to eat them herself instead of giving them to anyone else.
“Didn't... fulfill our promise. Won't eat...”
She continued to stammer, “And... magic core... not complete. I want to help you...”
Sathya thought about it. That was true.
Her magic core was indeed still incomplete. If they eliminated these humans, perhaps it would help. But compared to this method, she still preferred to consume Sister Tina directly.
Although it sounded a bit strange, Sister Tina was the best source of energy. It was just that Tina was not complete enough yet to provide her with proper nourishment.
She took the energy spheres and popped them into her mouth.
Seeing the energy spheres being eaten by her, Tina felt a complex mix of envy and happiness.
She actually wanted this energy very much as well. Eating it made her body feel very comfortable, allowed her to grow into a stronger existence, and restored a lot of her sanity.
It seemed like something similar had happened in the past...
Many things had happened before, but they were all somewhat blurry.
Rather than blurry, it was more like she couldn't comprehend the logic behind them, so she simply acted as if nothing had happened.
But now...
She realized that as long as Little Ya was happy, she would be happy too. Seeing Little Ya grow stronger made her incredibly joyful, and nothing else mattered.
But immediately after, Little Ya suddenly wrapped her arms around the back of her head and waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. Then, she bit down on her cherry lips.
The sweet juice melted from the three energy spheres swirled between them and flowed directly down her throat.
Little Ya caressed her hair, making the blush on her face grow even deeper.
“I don't... want to be... fed by Little Ya's own mouth.”
Her eyes spun like little whirlpools, and she shook her head back and forth, completely forgetting the glistening droplet still hanging from the corner of her mouth.
“Remember, I am your master. My orders are absolute. You are mine, and you will always be mine. Do you understand?”
“Gulp... I understand.”
“What am I to you?” Sathya asked again.
“My master.”
The crucifix around Tina's neck began to heat up. This seemed to be a curse engraved on her body long ago, but to her, it was merely a tool to sense Sathya's feelings. It often grew warm while they were playing around, and it wasn't particularly painful.
Seeing this scene, Isobel could only let out a sigh.
She had originally thought that the Demon King would gradually become bloodthirsty and tyrannical as she grew. Yet, because of Sathya's presence, Tina looked like nothing more than an obedient little pet...
...
Deep within an ancient mountain forest, a desolate wilderness stretched out. Completely devoid of human presence, only a hundred-meter-wide golden magic circle was quietly operating there.
The magic circle resembled a complex structure made of countless phantom gears, extending from the ground all the way up a hundred meters into the sky. Energy and magic power surged through this massive formation, producing a low, buzzing hum. The surrounding birds and beasts had absolutely no desire to approach, keeping their distance from the colossal entity and observing this grand, otherworldly spectacle from afar.
Suddenly, the magic circle seemed to go wild, spinning violently like a giant blender across the wilderness. It bored a bottomless crater into the ground, and even the clouds above began to churn under the influence of this immense power.
Rumble!
At that moment, the energy of the golden magic circle swelled even further, shining so brilliantly that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.
Any gravel and debris accidentally swept into it were instantly ground to dust, as if put through a shredder.
Several hours later, the magic circle finally began to subside. It suddenly started to shrink, transitioning from the size of a skyscraper to that of a multi-story mansion. Then, with the clicking and clacking of gears, it shrank once more. Countless miniature magic arrays and runes compressed further, reducing it to a basketball-sized cylinder.
A woman stepped forward. She shook her head, still dissatisfied with what was before her.
Thus, she reached out her hand and clenched her fist tightly, unleashing a massive surge of power to compress the magic circle.
With sheer force, she squeezed it down to the size of an eraser.
The woman placed it in her palm. It was now a screw-sized magic circle. Despite harboring a colossal amount of power, the energy circulated stably within its tiny form.
“The Divine Nail,” the woman—Cardinal Elcalan—muttered to herself.
After escaping from the White Dusk Forest, she had begun constructing this magic. As it neared completion over the past few days, she had ordered almost all the paladins to guard this area, while employing countless scholars from the Tower of Stars to help calculate the magic circuits and various parameters. Finally, today, she had obtained this tiny weapon.
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