113 - The Butler Dismissed by the Saintess Couldn’t Possibly Be the Demon Dragon Princess

Chapter 113: Heading to the Church "So, did you misjudge, and now you want me to pay the price?" Lilianne, with her silver hair, squinted her eyes and sneered. "Or perhaps, our esteemed Saintess, you intend to wield your power to coerce me into bearing the consequences of your mistakes?" Hearing Lilianne's sarcastic tone, Ellia remained calm. Such words barely stirred her inner tranquility. In other words, if someone wanted to anger Ellia, they'd need at least another hundred years. She simply shook her head, her exquisite face still graced with a soft smile, as if this was her demeanor toward everyone: "I've had a feeling something was off. Beautiful girls like you and Ian, yet I knew nothing about you." "At that time, I thought perhaps you and she weren't from our era." "Seeing you now, I am even more convinced of my thoughts." "What? Do you think I'm some thousand-year-old relic, or perhaps an even older fossil?" The smile on Lilianne's face deepened. "If your eyesight's poor, perhaps you should visit the hospital. I suspect the esteemed Saintess wouldn't charge you." "Oh, wait, I forgot. You are the most skillful healer in the hospital. After all, with your healing magic, you can effortlessly cure anyone." "I'm considering whether you should cast some healing magic on your eyes. It might be tremendously beneficial for your health." Lilianne's words spewed forth like a machine gun, relentless, perhaps using Ellia as a vent for the frustrations she'd had with Ian recently. "Tired of talking?" Ellia finally spoke once Lilianne stopped. "Ah!" "What's up with you? I'm clearly insulting you, and yet you accept it so calmly." "Could it be that your skin is so thick?" Lilianne retorted with some exasperation. Initially, she aimed to provoke Ellia with words, but ironically, it was she who ended up flustered instead. "Alright, enough playing around. Come back with me," Ellia said, as if she already recognized Lilianne's true identity. Upon arriving at the scene, Ellia realized that the power coursing through Lilianne was akin to her own, as if they were two halves of the same entity. However, Lilianne's strength had been tainted by a trace of fury, making her more volatile. "What are you talking about? Going back with you? I warn you, this is attempting to abduct a minor girl—you could end up in jail." Ellia raised an eyebrow, looking around at the chaos Lilianne had caused, including the knight she nearly killed. She asked slowly, "And these damages, how do you intend to compensate?" "Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison? But I suppose the golden-haired Lilianne might find this rather troubling." "What I did was self-defense. Don't act as though you can easily manipulate me." "After all, I'm not lacking in power either." No sooner had the words left her mouth than Lilianne directed black chains toward Ellia. These black chains moved like serpents with remarkable speed. An ordinary person would be defenseless, their only hope being a painless end. However, facing Ellia, Lilianne was outmatched. By now, Ellia had fully awakened her bloodline, attaining the next level. As the seventh soul stone born from Ellia's death, Lilianne was no match for Ellia's complete form. Ellia's skill mimicked Lilianne's, both using Light Bind. Yet, Ellia's shining chains were thicker, more commanding. The moment the two chains collided, Lilianne's black ones shattered as if they had met their nemesis, offering no resistance. "No way, it's totally hopeless like this." Realizing she was outmatched, Lilianne turned, cradling Ian, and attempted to flee. But Ellia would have none of it. The golden chains quickly ensnared Lilianne, bringing her to Ellia's side. "Let go of me, let go of me." "Dare to release me, and we'll fight again. This time, I'll beat you until you're searching the ground for your teeth." For Lilianne, this was her first defeat in combat, which left her profoundly unsatisfied. However, the gap between her and Ellia was like a firefly to the moon. Even given ten more chances, she had no hope against Ellia. Should Ellia entertain such combat, it would only end like Zhuge Liang's seven captures of Meng Huo—leaving her with a reputation as the ten-time captor of Lilianne. "Saintess, let me handle this person." A knight, nearly killed by Lilianne earlier, stepped forward, hoping to shoulder some responsibility. However, it was unlikely he harbored no personal grudge. Having been nearly slain by Lilianne, the desire for revenge was inevitable. "Oh? If I leave her to you, how do you plan to handle her?" Ellia inquired, her voice soft. The knight believed Ellia was testing his competence. Standing tall, he declared righteously, "Such a threat to public safety should be imprisoned by law. As for the duration, that depends on the court's ruling." "However," he continued, glancing at the bound Lilianne, "she isn't a normal person, so ordinary laws don't apply. The usual method with an infected is immediate cremation, minimizing the risk of her harming others or spreading infection." His statement ended with a proud expectancy for Ellia's praise. Yet, Ellia's next words left him dumbstruck. "Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't be wrong, but this case is special, so stay out of it. I'll handle everything." Ellia declared. "Of course, how could I object? It is my honor for the Saintess to oversee this matter." The knight, sweating profusely, responded with utmost respect. Soon after, Ellia scooped up Ian and, with Lilianne in tow, headed towards the church. "Don't carry Sister Ian like that. Put her down," Lilianne called anxiously from behind Ellia. "Oh, you're quite protective, aren't you?"