By evening, Kiz went to the Administrative Hall once again. Her purpose was to handle several urgent documents.
This time, Elia did not follow her. Instead, she sat on the bed, closed her eyes, and let her consciousness sink deep into the recesses of her mind.
Immediately, countless images and fragments of information flashed before her eyes.
Prayers on the altar… the light within the cathedral… and the pious faces of the believers…
Then the scene shifted, turning into a conspiracy among several people in the shadows… and a black powder being poured into Holy Water…
There were also blurred faces hidden beneath hoods…
‘Betrayal.’ This word appeared repeatedly in her memories.
The original Elia, as the Saint of the Human Empire and one of the world’s peak powerhouses, had been betrayed by the very people she protected.
Poison, assassination, and slander…
The people the original host had once protected… and the Church believers she had once trusted, had all turned their backs on her, wanting nothing more than her death.
‘Why was that?’ Was it because of fear? Fearing her powerful strength, fearing she would one day lose control, and fearing she would no longer follow the Church’s orders.
However, what those fellows feared even more was the Saint being taken away by another nation.
Thus, they intended to poison the Saint to death while they could still control her… adhering to the principle that they would rather burn the clothes than let anyone else wear them.
Furthermore, without the Saint, the Church would actually find things easier, as the Saint was no longer a necessary resource for them.
However, they never expected that Saint Elia would welcome rebirth in such a unique way… even if the soul was no longer the original one.
At that moment, Elia opened her eyes.
She estimated that the powerhouses of this world would soon realize that Saint Elia was not dead at all. This meant that, sooner or later, she would have to face those dramas of intrigue and life-and-death struggles.
She could only blame the original host’s style of doing things for being far too high-profile. Whenever she faced a problem she couldn’t decide on, she would simply hurl a magic spell at it; if that didn’t work, she would hurl two.
While it certainly established an imposing aura, it also made the name “Saint Elia” known to everyone, thereby attracting a massive amount of trouble.
But…
She looked down at her hands.
They were fair and slender, looking so fragile they might snap with a single tug, yet these very hands could cast magic capable of destroying heaven and earth. In other words, she was currently at an absolute *Long Aotian* level… er, for her, it would probably count as being a *Feng Aotian*…
Besides, she was currently staying in the Vampire Castle, accompanied by a vampire loli who hit all her aesthetic preferences. In the future, this vampire loli would very likely become a great help to her.
‘Thinking about it this way, it doesn’t seem to be all bad.’
Additionally, the Blood Clan side seemed fairly safe for the time being…
While Kiz wasn’t exactly a good person, at least she wouldn’t betray her. The power of the Blood Contract ensured that she had no way to betray her.
‘Hmm… but the Kiz on the battlefield and the Kiz by my side… the contrast between the two is simply too great.’
It was so great that one couldn’t help but wonder which one was the real her.
‘Perhaps both of them are,’ she thought, ‘just like me…’
In front of outsiders, she was the captive Saint who was submissive to the Blood Princess, while in front of Kiz, she was a perverted, demonic master.
Everyone had multiple sides, and the only difference lay in which sides were shown and which were hidden.
She chose to show her most dangerous side to Kiz.
Because only by doing so could she maintain the initiative and make Kiz fear her, so that the girl wouldn’t dare to defy her… besides, it was also quite fun.
She would continue to play the role that struck fear into Kiz.
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Soon after, Elia stood up and walked to the window.
At this moment, night had begun to fall. A streak of dark red sunset remained on the horizon, and the lights in the castle were being lit one after another.
‘Speaking of which, what is Kiz doing right now? Is she still handling administrative affairs?’
Elia turned and left the side room, only to find the master bedroom empty. Kiz’s bed was still in the same state it had been in that morning.
‘So she hasn’t come back yet.’
After thinking for a moment, Elia decided to go find her.
She left the Sleeping Palace and walked along the corridor toward the Administrative Hall.
As she drew close to the Administrative Hall, a chorus of voices drifted over.
“Princess, several more Knight Orders from the Human Empire have appeared at the border. Should we send a squad of Blood Guards to investigate?”
“There is no need for now. They are merely performing routine patrols and have not crossed the Blood Clan’s boundary. If we act rashly, it will only trigger unnecessary conflict.”
“But… we cannot simply leave them be.”
“Then strengthen the hidden outposts and monitor their movements.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Elia looked inside through a crack in the door. She saw Kiz sitting in the main seat, with three Blood officers standing before her.
Currently, she was looking down at a map, occasionally looking up to say a few words.
After watching from outside the door for a while, Elia knocked gently.
“Enter,” Kiz said without looking up.
When the officers saw the Saint pushing the door open and walking in, they were all stunned.
Then, they simultaneously looked at Kiz.
Kiz also looked up, her brow furrowing slightly as she asked, “What is it?”
“It’s time for dinner. I’m hungry,” Elia said.
The officers: “…”
Kiz: “…”
The surroundings fell silent for a few seconds.
Then, Kiz put down the documents in her hand and said to the officers, “That will be all for today. Execute the plan exactly as I just said.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” The officers didn’t dare interfere in such matters.
Upon hearing those words from Kiz, they felt like female knights who were about to be assaulted by Goblins when an Adventurer Team suddenly appeared and slaughtered them all. That sense of joy was simply unimaginable!
They quickly saluted and exited the room in a hurry.
After the door closed, Kiz stood up from her chair and walked over to Elia.
“You…” She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.
But in the end, nothing came out.
“What about me? Isn’t it a servant’s duty to remind their master to eat?”
“You’re the one who is hungry. And besides, aren’t you the master…?”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m reminding you that I’m hungry and it’s time to eat,” Elia said righteously. “Is there something wrong with that logic?”
Kiz: “…”
She felt that she would never be able to win an argument against this demonic Saint in her entire life.
“Then let’s go.” She turned and headed for the door.
“Wait.” However, Elia called out to her.
“You seem to have forgotten something… In front of outsiders, I am indeed the servant, but there don’t seem to be any outsiders here right now, so…”
She grabbed Kiz’s hand.
“So, you should lead me by the hand, right?”
Kiz’s hand instantly stiffened.
She wanted to pull it back, but she would have to be a ghost to be able to budge it…
“Let go…” she whispered.
“I won’t! I like holding your hand,” Elia said with a beaming smile.
“You…”
“If you keep talking nonsense, I’m really going to bite you.”
As it turned out, this threat was more effective than any words.
Subsequently, Elia led her away from the Administrative Hall by the hand.