The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

Merlin, watched by so many bishops, truly had the hardest time. Others saw only how Princess Cersei, in league with An Su, had let the Dawn Saintess be utterly defeated, a profound desecration, but only he, the designer of this room, could truly feel the pain,

Every life form in the man-made star was created from alchemical materials, each mimicking alchemy itself, to be recycled and reused after each world's end; all the blood in the Dawn Saintess's body was indeed constructed from the highest tier of Blessed Holy Water.

The value of a single bottle of highest-tier Blessed Holy Water was equivalent to the total An Su had obtained in the first two rooms combined.

Count Karlo had only just bribed Merlin with funds for advancement, which hadn't even warmed in his pocket, when he had to pay it all back, with interest.... He sighed helplessly, lamenting the hardships of life; everyone was winning except him, who had completely lost.

As the designer, Merlin had prepared a trap for An Su, and Princess Cersei also prepared a trap for designer Merlin—killing the Dawn Saintess right at the door.

These two schemers.... An angry Merlin coldly observed the Radiant World, sneered, and decided he could no longer afford to show mercy; he had to increase their difficulty.

[The second attack will arrive in one minute]

Inside the Dawn Cathedral, Princess Cersei blankly stared at the Dawn Redemption Long Blade in An Su's hands. She blinked her pure white eyes, tilted her head slightly, and after a moment, she softly chuckled, her snow-white eyelashes trembling lightly, like rime fluttering on the branches of pine trees, her eyes sparkling with a hint of radiant light. Her smile was not warm—but this time, it was genuine.

"You really are interesting," Princess Cersei said with a laugh, "It seems you are indeed one of the Dawn Saintess's most loyal fans, Mr. An Su."

Unlike every previous perfect, pure 'smile', this time she genuinely smiled, revealing true emotions, a sensation so alien and ancient that Cersei had almost forgotten when she had last smiled.

An Su always exceeded her expectations.

"It's mutual," An Su said, watching her, "We are both the same kind of creature."

"It's impolite to refer to a young lady as a 'creature'," Princess Cersei corrected him with a smile, "I'd rather call it 'justice'—we are both warriors of justice."

[The second attack has arrived!]

[All saints, please proceed to the tower immediately!]

"Then, for our justice," An Su tucked away the Dawn Redemption Long Blade, placed the sullen Luo Xiaohei on his shoulder, and gathered the Dawn Saintess's body, "I'll be leaving first, Prince Cersei."

"I wish you every success in battle."

Princess Cersei gently lifted her pure white skirt, spread it to both sides with her hands, slightly bent her knees, smiled with her head bowed, took half a step back with her left foot in small leather shoes, crossed it behind her delicate right foot, lightly touching the ground with her tiptoe, and performed a flawless curtsy. Her thin lips parted—

"My knight, His Majesty Chenxing."

An Su pushed open the doors of the cathedral, which had been damaged, left the hall, and the doors slowly shut behind him,

Just before they closed, he looked back to see Princess Cersei slowly walking toward the center of the hall, the dazzling starlight draped across the girl's filmy dress, misty and dreamlike, as if not of this world, the lunar light laid out in front of her like a white corridor.

Bang—

The doors finally closed behind him, separating him from the new Dawn Saintess in two different worlds.

An Su withdrew his gaze, looked toward the distant tower, which seemed on the verge of collapse, with blood-red firelight dashing about the ruins, the ghastly moon painting the sky with ominous colors, and the sounds of Stitched Life's tearing and screams echoing through the skies.

"Meow, meow meow, meow meow meow."

As soon as Luo Xiaohei stepped outside, she started sardonically criticizing Princess Cersei behind her back, shrewdly standing up on her hind legs, her two gloved paws gesticulating in the air, energetically outlining the many bad traits of that b*tch Cersei. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

After 'meowing', she crossed her paws over her chest, tilted her little head up, and gave a soft, cold 'meow', indicating it's either her or me, you choose, An Su, it's up to your conscience.

"Then you leave," An Su said to Luo Xiaohei.

"Meow-wow?" Luo Xiaohei was shocked, not expecting to become a stray cat in an instant.

All her fur puffed up, almost letting out human words, "Meow? Meow? (Do you really believe that b*tch's words? Are you really going to collaborate with her?)

"Of course not," An Su shook his head, "Cersei is definitely hiding something... The so-called mutual benefit never existed from the start."

Magicians with strong soul abilities can understand cat language.

"I don't trust her, and she knows I do not trust her, it's an unspoken understanding between us, and that's exactly the most interesting and fun part, she probably thinks so too—even so, we need to maintain this cooperative relationship and keep guessing each other's intentions," An Su said, his expression more serene, "So just now, I also left her a little gift."

Seeing An Su's smile, Luo Xiaohei knew this schemer definitely had more tricks up his sleeve.

But compared to the annoying An Su, the detestable Imperial Princess Cersei Milton was even more despicable—after some thought, Luo Xiaohei concluded that even if it meant letting An Su win, she could not let that b*tch gain even a little more.

This time, she would also take things a bit more seriously.

The situation was becoming increasingly interesting... she mused internally, the colors in her crimson eyes growing deeper, almost as if the night sky lit by fire above formed the blood-red hues dancing deep within her eyes, in the distant Church Nation, the Chaotic Saintess's lips slightly cracked into a faintly sickly smile.