Aurelia belonged to him, and he did not allow even the slightest bit of filth to exist on Aurelia.
Even just breathing the same air as others would make Herman feel that Aurelia’s purity had been defiled.
Ever since Aurelia rejected his request to reconcile, his possessiveness toward Aurelia had instead grown stronger and stronger.
And now, when he saw Aurelia’s smooth calves under the gentle breeze, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through Herman’s mind.
Boom!
His body felt as if it had been struck by an unprecedented impact, swaying as if about to collapse.
His originally normal complexion instantly turned pale, and his chest felt as if a piece had been hollowed out, burning with pain.
Where did Aurelia’s stockings go?
Where did Aurelia’s stockings go?
Where did Aurelia’s stockings go?
The length of the nun outfit was not overly exaggerated.
Before, he had seen black fabric wrapping around Aurelia’s pale ankles, but now that delicate black layer had disappeared.
Although Aurelia’s nun outfit had been tidied very neatly, if one looked carefully, there were still faint marks and some unnatural wrinkles on it.
What exactly had Aurelia done for the nun outfit to become like this?
Combined with Aurelia’s completely different, increasingly captivating and seductive aura, and that slightly unnatural walking posture… Herman did not want to think, did not want to believe, but the more he resisted, the more uncontrollably all kinds of images surfaced in his mind.
The two bodies entangled together.
Aurelia supporting herself on the table… She in front with tearful eyes, he behind showing off his dominance… Scene after scene emerged, each one causing the flames in Herman’s chest to surge higher.
His teeth kept clashing, unprecedented rage nearly destroying his sanity.
His eyes were forced wide open, bloodshot veins spreading across them, perfectly illustrating what it meant to have one’s eyes split with fury.
A suppressed, beast-like growl came from his throat, his mind nearly completely gone mad.
At some point, his rough hand had already reached his waist, gripping the sword hilt tightly.
He wanted nothing more than to rush over and split Ron in half with a single strike.
Aurelia was his woman, yet Ron, that damn bastard, had taken Aurelia’s purity before him.
Unbearable, unbearable, unbearable.
His twisted face seeped with thick, unresolvable resentment, but just as Herman had already walked some distance forward, he had no choice but to stop.
Herman had to face a tragic fact—he couldn’t beat Ron.
Even if Ron had taken his fiancée, charging over would bring nothing but humiliation.
Herman panted heavily, and with all his strength, he finally suppressed the impulse in his chest.
After glaring fiercely at Ron, who was intimately talking with Aurelia, Herman turned and walked in another direction.
“Captain Herman, where are you going?
This way…” A knight saw Herman about to leave and spoke subconsciously.
Herman suddenly turned around, his blood-red eyes staring at his subordinate as he growled deeply: “Shut your mouth.” His face like an enraged lion made the knight’s scalp tingle, his body instinctively leaning backward.
Only after Herman left did the knight come back to his senses, a reluctant sneer appearing on his face as he spat on the ground: “Tch, who are you pretending to be?” “A mere knight squad captain, and one would think you were a bishop.” “If it weren’t for your badass father, would this captain position even be yours?
Talking about starting from the grassroots—if you’re gilding yourself, just say so, don’t dress it up so nicely.” “So what if you’re badass, your fiancée still got fucked… dumb green-hat cuck.” The knight kept cursing, but that was all he could do, because Herman’s father was truly powerful.
He couldn’t possibly offend Herman’s father, that was a level he simply couldn’t reach.
Herman’s figure disappeared beside the church.
He was going to kill Ron… no matter the cost!
…
On the other side.
Aurelia brought Ron into the church through the side door.
The square at the main entrance was already completely congested with believers, making it difficult to pass.
Although the Church of the Goddess of Dawn no longer had the influence it once did, the number of believers was still terrifying.
Ron was not unfamiliar with the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.
He had entered it many times in the game, but seeing it in person brought a completely different level of shock.
The church was bright and sacred, with soft white and pale gold as the main color tones.
Aside from the colors, the architectural style also carried a strong Gothic flavor.
Above the mottled, ancient bell tower stood a tall obelisk reaching into the sky, covered with dense inscriptions praising the greatness of the Goddess of Dawn.
Feeling the soft radiance permeating the dome, faint prayer chants seemed to echo in his ears, each sound entering deeply, like a baptism.
Walking on the cobblestone ground, only Ron and Aurelia’s footsteps could be heard, crisp yet carrying a trace of loneliness.
Ron suddenly felt a bit worried.
He had cursed the Goddess of Dawn many times, even just when strengthening equipment, and he would probably continue doing so in the future.
Did this count as blaspheming the goddess?
Well, it probably wasn’t a big problem.
After all, the Goddess of Dawn couldn’t possibly hear his voice.
Thinking this, Ron suddenly paused slightly, and goosebumps instantly spread across his face.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood upright, as if needles were piercing into his skin.
His throat moved involuntarily.
He felt it—there was a gaze watching him.
Who was it?
Could it be an inspector from the Eternal Freedom Sect?
Had they discovered his defection?
Impossible.
The Eternal Freedom Sect wouldn’t act that quickly, and more importantly, this was the church of the Goddess of Dawn.
No matter how arrogant the followers of the Eternal Freedom Sect were, they wouldn’t dare to trespass into such a place.
Herman?
Probably not.
At that guy’s level, he didn’t have the ability to make Ron’s scalp tingle like this.
Ron forced himself to resist the urge to search for the observer, maintaining a steady pace as he walked beside Aurelia.
The only thing that reassured him slightly was that Elsa had not issued a Death Warning.
It seemed that although the other party was strong, they did not intend to… at least for now, did not intend to kill him.
Of course, there was the worst possibility—that the being watching him was beyond the limits of what the system could detect, making Elsa unable to give any warning at all.
If that were the case, he might as well just kill himself for a quicker end.
He was just a minor villain, it shouldn’t warrant being treated like this, right?
No one launched an attack, no one approached to speak.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could only see nuns and priests walking hurriedly, and gardeners clearing weeds in the garden… nothing unusual.
But Ron was certain, the gaze still existed.
He couldn’t determine what the other party wanted to do, but the feeling was extremely uncomfortable, even giving him a strong sense of unease.
Finally, the sanctuary appeared ahead.
Aurelia’s explanation—Ron didn’t even have time to listen, he simply quickened his pace subconsciously.
In the courtyard before the sanctuary, nuns moved about.
A group of Dawn Knights hurried toward the church entrance, preparing to replace their already exhausted companions.
A priest was directing several gardeners to clear weeds from the soil, his wrinkled fingers applying slight force to pull them out by the roots.
The pastor’s prayer continued to echo above the courtyard.
…
He guards fate!
Not only to eliminate those who defy fate, but more importantly, to restore fate to its original track!
Soon, it won’t be long now!