Mages Are Too OP Chapter 668

Chapter 668 The Fanatics Go Against the World

Stephanie took a deep breath and handed the information to Roland.

After reading it, Roland's first reaction was: Things are serious.

In reality, Roland and Stephanie both guessed that there had to be an internal scandal in the Church of Light.

But at best, according to their speculation, there was an archbishop or a high priest that had a problem.

But now it was a Saint Samurai that was corrupted?

This meant that something was terribly wrong with this class of Saint Samurai when it came to their faith and education.

Saint Samurai were the pride and face of the Church of Light.

The Pope and the Holy Lady were the heart of a church, but as long as it was a church, there were almost always these two positions.

On the other hand, Saint Samurai were unique to the Church of Light.

Powerful and amazingly charismatic, they represented not only combat power-with beautiful looks, they could convince more people to become followers of the Church of Light in an imperceptible way.

It could be said that the Church of Light could get to its current size-almost tying with the Church of Life in terms of the number of believers—because at least a third of the believers worshiped the Saint Samurai and went on to learn about the Light doctrine before becoming believers.

Now, however, the Saint Samurai, who represented true goodness and beauty, had actually been corrupted.

“No wonder the Holy Lady asked me to help; there was something off in her words.” Roland sat down and returned the information to Stephanie. “Things are going to get messy now. What are you going to do?”

“What can I do? Let's see what happens. No matter what, the fall of the Saint Samurai will definitely cause the whole capital to be in turmoil.”

Stephanie rubbed her forehead.

As a king's daughter, she had a pretty good sense for politics, and although she was not as good as those wily foxes, amongst the younger generations, she was a leading figure.

“Or I'll just stay here for now,” Roland said. “That's great.” Stephanie smiled.

With Andonara around, her safety wouldn't be a problem.

But Andonara was far less politically savvy, and with Roland, she would have a partner to ask and confer with.

She wouldn't end up struggling alone.

Lady Bluebird looked on quietly, not speaking.

She occasionally poured drinks for the three.

These three were big shots, and it was only right to stay out of the way when they were talking about important matters.

Roland looked at the distressed Stephanie, thought for a moment, and suggested, “How about you go talk to His Majesty about this?”

“Is that all right?” Stephanie was a bit distressed. “Father doesn't like incapable people very much, and as the heir, the future queen, if I approach him whenever I encounter something… Will it give him a bad impression and will he eventually take away my right to succession?”

“Definitely not.” Roland laughed. “You are too nervous. What is happening now is a big deal. You're meeting him as part of the royal family, not as the future queen. That's naturally a different situation.”

It dawned on Stephanie. “That's right, not only am I the future queen, but I'm also his daughter.”

As someone involved, Stephanie cared too much about the title of the future queen. So she inevitably lost focus in certain situations.

But she was still smart enough to see through things when reminded.

After taking a sip of fruit wine, Stephanie took Andonara to the royal palace.

Although Andonara didn't have her weapons with her, with her current strength, she could still grab Stephanie and fight her way out of the palace.

Not to mention the fact that weapons could be stolen.

With a large number of soldiers in the royal palace, it couldn't be easier to grab a weapon.

Meanwhile, Roland remained in the manor.

Lady Bluebird also stayed.

… To accompany him.

Lady Bluebird was just a title; the woman's real name was Sally Betty. She was only called Lady Bluebird because she sang beautifully, as crisp and elegant as a bluebird.

At this time, Roland was browsing the forum to see how the war in the Realm of Devils was going

At the same time, he had just used the guild chat to tell Schuck about the Saint Samurai being corrupted.

Schuck only returned a series of ellipses. He was probably stunned.

A Saint Samurai was quite a venerable figure.

And there were now thirteen Saint Samurai, which would have corresponded exactly to the thirteen Demon Gods.

As a result, the crusade on the Realm of Devils had barely begun when a Saint Samurai was corrupted

No matter how many devils were killed, if a Demon God wasn't taken out, this crusade would feel like a lost cause.

He was browsing the forum, so he was frozen in place and his eyes didn't move.

And the direction he stared in just happened to be the chest of Lady Bluebird, which made it easy for misunderstandings to arise.

Feeling that Roland's sight had been resting on her vital parts, Lady Bluebird didn't find it rude.

Because she had long been used to such gazes.

All good-looking women who were strong or influential would have this problem.

Besides, she had already guessed the First Princess's intentions.

She seemed to want her to be in contact with Roland more.

For the nobles, they all knew what it meant to be in more contact.

Since it was a matter of time, what did it matter if he looked at it a little longer.

So even though Roland was staring hard, she took it in stride. But in her heart, she still looked down on Roland's behavior.

At this time, she saw that the cup in front of Roland was empty, so she got up and poured Roland a cup of fruit wine and said, “Mr. Roland, please drink.”

Roland subconsciously took the cup and poured it into his mouth.

Many people had the habit of subconsciously doing what others said when they were lost in reading or thinking.

Roland did the same.

He poured the glass of fruit wine into his mouth and resumed browsing the forums.

At this point, Lady Bluebird noticed that Roland's sight didn't seem to be intentionally directed at her mountain range, and when she got up to pour the wine just now, Roland's line of sight didn't move with it at all.

Then she winked and sat a little to the side.

She found that Roland's line of sight still did not move as expected.

Is he meditating or thinking?

It seems I misunderstood him before.

Lady Bluebird laughed at herself. While she was indeed beautiful, she was slightly inferior to Stephanie the First Princess and far more so compared to Andonara.

In reality, in terms of face and body shape, the three were not much different. At a certain extent of beauty, bodily proportions close to perfection were the pinnacle.

It was more about temperament and aura.

This required one's knowledge, power, and strength to stand out. With First Princess Stephanie and Andonara around, Mr. Roland probably doesn't see much in me.

This was what Lady Bluebird was thinking now.

With that thought, Roland's place in her heart rose again and even went up a bit more.

Roland continued to browse the forum.

From time to time, he drank the fruit wine poured by Lady Bluebird.

He was quite used to such care, for that was how Andonara had often looked after him at his own manor.

It was his instinctive reaction now.

Apart from pouring Roland a glass of fruit wine now and then, Lady Bluebird rested her chin in her hand and looked around the estate, or looked at Roland's face.

… Looking at that dumbfounded expression in his eyes.

No one talked to her, but unexpectedly, such a boring time was quite interesting to her.

Because there was no need to think about how to please and cater to others.

Three hours quickly passed and Andonara and Stephanie returned in a carriage.

The two had just arrived at the manor and had just sat down in front of Roland without even speaking when some loud noises suddenly came from outside the manor.

Roland also happened to break away from browsing the web at that moment and saw Stephanie and Andonara. He was about to say hello before his attention was also drawn to the loud noises outside the manor.

Stephanie revealed a displeased look. “What's the matter?”

The fact that she was the future queen should have been known to anyone in the kingdom who had ears, but now someone dared to cause trouble outside the manor.

This was making light of her and the royal family at the same time.

Just as she was growing less than pleased, a soldier in charge of the gate trotted in and said after bending down, “Your Highness, there's trouble. The Church of Light is blocking the outside of the manor with an Inquisition squad, asking us to hand over someone.”

“What do you mean?” Stephanie snapped angrily. “The inquisitors actually bullied their way to my door. I'll go see.”

Andonara, who was in charge of protecting Stephanie, naturally followed. Roland followed as well.

When the three arrived at the entrance of the manor, they saw an army of people dressed in white, their faces completely obscured by the shadows of their hoods and standing in front of them.

The imperial guards stood in a row, blocking them.

Although it was impossible to see the faces of these people, a hostile aura emanated from each of them. If not for the fact that the royal family still had some authority, they would probably have stormed in.

“What's going on?” Stephanie walked over, speaking coldly. The white-robed man standing at the front turned to Stephanie and said, “Your Highness the First Princess, I'm quite sorry. We are tracking down the heretic who has offended the Church of Light.”

“I don't talk to nobodies who hide their faces,” Stephanie sneered.

“Sorry, Your Highness, this is our…” “Shut up. Either show your face before you talk to me, or get out,” Stephanie bellowed.

Roland was in the back, and he almost started whistling.

All along, Stephanie had given him the impression that she was rather soft, and it was quite interesting to see her high and mighty noble style now.

After a moment's hesitation, the white-robed man pulled his hood down.

Revealing a fairly handsome face and short brown hair, his brown eyes stared at Stephanie. “First Princess, I'm showing the royal family respect by revealing my face. Now then, it is also time for the royal family to give us, the Inquisition, some respect.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“I hear you have two outsiders in your estate.” The man's gaze fell first on Andonara, his eyes narrowing slightly, then on Roland. “Could we have both of them for questioning for a while, please?”

Stephanie was furious at this. “By what right do you dare to interrogate guests of the royal family?”

“By the unspoken rules.” The young man faced Stephanie and said indifferently, “By virtue of us being the Inquisition, by virtue of us being the Church of Light.” “What if I don't hand them over?” Stephanie's eyes gradually became cold. “Are you going to attack and invade the manor of the First Princess of Fareins, the home of the future queen?”

The young man took a deep breath and said slowly, “I imagine you'd not do that, Your Highness.”

This was already a blatant threat. “Well, well, how dare a mere captain of the Inquisition talk to me like that.” Stephanie was utterly furious. “I don't know where you got the nerve, but to offend the royal family in such a way is a capital offense-all of you listen to my command! Seize them, and if they resist, kill them all.”

Upon hearing this, all the royal guards near the manor drew their swords almost simultaneously.

The Mages nearby also prepared to cast spells.

And at this time, the leading young man's entire body emitted white light.

Light magic was a very gentle power, but the light magic of the youth in front of them was filled with rage and savagery. Stephanie grimaced as she took a few steps back and shouted angrily, “A fanatic; no wonder you're so bold.”

Fanatics were special believers who dedicated their body and mind completely to their god.

They were the angry servants of the gods, the minions of the gods, and the lackeys of the gods.

They didn't try to understand the teachings of the gods; they gave up thinking just to embrace the grace of the gods.

Such fanatics saw the gods they believed in as omnipotent, as the one and only, as the truth of the world that could never be wrong.

No one could say anything negative about their gods, and anyone who had the slightest doubt would be a rebel, a wicked person.

For these fanatics, apart from the gods, no other living being was superior or inferior, whether one was a commoner or royalty.

No wonder they dared to approach the First Princess and run wild.

The royal guards moved. More than forty of them lunged at the dozen or so men of the Inquisition.

However, the man who was glowing reached out and a white barrier appeared in front of him, stopping the forty or so royal guards at the same time.

He then turned his eyes to Andonara. Pointing at her, he shouted, “Woman, I can feel that you have the smell of a Demon God on you. You must be a spy sent by the devils.” Stephanie chuckled.

She did have the scent of a Demon God on her; after all, Phoenix was one of the thirteen Demon Gods.

As a descendant of the Immortal Phoenix, it was only normal to carry the smell of devils.

“No matter who you are sheltered by, I will strip you of your disguise and let the whole city see your filthy devil body. I will cut open your skin and let your evil green-blooded heart and lungs be reviled by the world. I will make you reveal yourself and let your ugly true body…”

Hearing this, Roland's face darkened a little.

Andonara, on the other hand, was even more furious. Her willowy eyebrows rose and her hand clenched the hilt of her sword.

Then the young fanatic who spoke was cut in two.

No one saw how Andonara struck, including Roland!

They just saw Andonara put her hand on the hilt of her sword and then release it, and the man's body suddenly split in two.

The upper half of the body flew to the ground.

The youth looked stupidly at the lower half of his body standing in front of him.

After a while, the lower half of his body fell to the ground as well.

Two parts, blood flowing, and a lot of guts coming out.

“Captain!”

A dozen inquisitors tried to rush up. But the fanatic, who was lying on the ground, bellowed, “Retreat, this woman is strongLegendary-run away, go tell the Pope to send Saint Samurai.”

After this fanatic shouted, he passed out. A dozen inquisitors looked at Andonara furiously, then they held the two broken parts of the captain's body and quickly withdrew. Stephanie bit her lip hard. “Damn, the Church of Light seems to have been more irritated than I thought.”

Chapter end

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