“Sir, I do not know what you are talking about. To injure a temple nun without cause... House Callis is indeed powerful, but my House Aglaia is no pushover either.”
Bishop Coos's eyes were filled with rage, as if Tyr were the actual villain here.
“Sister Aretha, are you alright?”
Bishop Coos leaned down and asked in a worried tone.
“Lord Bishop, I am fine.”
The succubus played along perfectly with Bishop Coos's act; she didn't want to be captured either.
“Heh.”
Tyr didn't bother wasting his breath on them. He raised his hand and sent a blast of Holy Power directly onto Sister Aretha.
“Ahhh!!!”
Instantly, as if a red-hot branding iron had been pressed against her, a large amount of black smoke billowed from Sister Aretha's body, and a shrill, agonizing scream escaped her mouth.
As the Holy Power entered her body, Sister Aretha's physical form was rapidly destroyed, and she could no longer maintain her magic, completely reverting to her succubus form.
“Y-You... How can you use Holy Power?!” Bishop Coos looked at Tyr in shock and rage.
Unlike the other five great families, House Aglaia did not completely forbid outsiders from practicing Holy Power; the clergy who joined the Temple were allowed to cultivate it.
Of course, their Holy Power was a watered-down version, not even in the same league as the Holy Power cultivated by those carrying the bloodline of House Aglaia.
Furthermore, the cultivation methods for their Holy Power were tampered with; if they ever betrayed House Aglaia or the Temple, the Holy Power condensed in their bodies would disperse on its own.
In other words, although House Aglaia did not completely forbid outsiders from cultivating Holy Power, anyone who did would be bound to House Aglaia's chariot.
“Bishop Coos, do you still think she is a nun of your Temple?”
Tyr ignored Bishop Coos's question and looked down at the struggling succubus on the ground.
She had already suffered a backlash from breaking free of Avia's restraint earlier, and now she was severely injured by Tyr's Holy Power. Half her life was already gone.
“Hmph, filthy demon! How dare you disguise yourself as a member of our Temple? I shall purify you right now!”
Bishop Coos turned and roared at the succubus, raising his hand to cast a divine spell on her.
Instantly, a dense surge of Holy Power blasted the succubus, directly melting her body.
The succubus probably hadn't expected Bishop Coos to turn on her so quickly; she was blasted to death before she could even let out a single scream.
“Young Master Callis, the Abyss demon has been slain by my hand. Now, shouldn't we discuss how you are able to cultivate Holy Power?”
Although House Aglaia allowed their watered-down Holy Power cultivation method to be spread to outsiders, what Tyr had just used was clearly the purest form of Holy Power.
It was incredibly pure—countless times purer than even the Holy Power Coos himself used.
“Rather than worrying about how I cultivate Holy Power, Bishop Coos, you had better worry about yourself.”
“According to the laws of the Grand Duchy of Callis, any act of colluding with or harboring Abyss demons is a capital offense.”
Tyr drew his Jinghong sword. The light reflecting off the blade carried a bone-chilling intent to kill.
“Y-You... What do you want to do?”
Sensing the naked killing intent radiating from Tyr, Bishop Coos's face paled drastically.
“I-I am a bishop of House Aglaia! The laws of your House Callis cannot judge me!”
Bishop Coos stared at the cold, gleaming Jinghong sword in Tyr's hand, stepping backward repeatedly.
In his terror, his legs gave out, and he collapsed directly onto the ground.
“Anyone who enters the Grand Duchy of Callis must abide by its laws. Even the imperial family is no exception.”
Just as Tyr was about to finish the fellow off with a single strike, a sudden commotion echoed from outside the cathedral.
“Lady Saintess, Bishop Coos and that young master from House Callis are inside.”
The doors of the cathedral were pushed open, and a woman walked in.
Golden hair fell like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders, with a few stray strands framing her jade-white cheeks. A pair of beautiful light-purple eyes sparkled like precious gems.
A faint smile played across her exquisite face. From the moment she entered, her gaze was entirely fixed on Tyr, her eyes shining with joy.
The plain white saintess robe adorned with gold trim made her look even more extraordinary, like an emissary of God.
Clack, clack, clack.
Her ornate high heels clicked crisply against the marble floor of the cathedral.
“Saintess! Lady Saintess!”
Seeing the woman enter, Bishop Coos felt as though he had seen his savior. He scrambled and crawled toward her.
“Lady Saintess, save me! This thief from House Callis not only stole our family's cultivation method, but he also wants to murder me! You must obtain justice for me!”
Bishop Coos scrambled to the woman's feet, weeping and wailing as he recounted his woes.
The woman frowned, raising her leg and kicking the obese Bishop Coos away.
This kick stunned everyone in the hall. They had originally thought she was indeed Bishop Coos's reinforcement.
Avia and Mia stepped in front of Tyr and Sevira respectively, warily watching the woman as she drew closer.
Tyr, however, felt no anxiety. He did not sense any hostility from the woman before him. On the contrary, she seemed genuinely delighted to see him.
Moreover, Tyr noticed that this woman bore a seventy percent resemblance to his own mother.
“Are you Tyr Callis?”
Her voice was ethereal and clear, like a mountain spring flowing over rocks.
Before Tyr could say anything, the woman continued.
“You really are as beautiful as your mother wrote in her letters.”
Tyr: ...
I mean, he was already growing up. Although he wasn't a rugged, burly man, "beautiful" wasn't quite the right word, was it?
Besides, he hadn't seen his mother in seven years. That was ancient history by now.
“Hehe.”
Seeing Tyr's speechless expression, the woman let out a soft chuckle. In an instant, it was like a hundred flowers blooming at once, adding a splash of color to the entire hall.
“My name is Carenna Aglaia. I am your mother's older sister. You should call me Aunt.”
Carenna had originally been handling some matters nearby, but upon hearing the news of Tyr being in Caslant, she had rushed over without stopping.
“Aunt.”
“Aww, what a good boy.”
Carenna was highly pleased by this greeting, reaching out to rub Tyr's head.
“I heard from your mother that you can also use Holy Power. Quick, let me see.”
Ivelina had previously mentioned Tyr's ability to use dual magic powers in her letters.
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