Who knew how much time had passed.
Mortis’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her sleepy eyes.
At first, she was still somewhat groggy.
Then she suddenly realized where she had been leaning— Lucian’s shoulder!
As if an electric current had suddenly passed through her, she sharply inhaled and instantly pulled away, sitting completely upright.
Her cheeks quickly flushed as though they had been set ablaze, the heat spreading all the way to her ears.
She hurriedly raised a hand to straighten the loose strands of hair beside her face, trying to distract herself and make herself look less flustered.
“I’m sorry…” Lucian turned his head, his gaze falling upon her flushed profile.
The corners of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly, but he merely responded softly: “It’s fine.” Actually, he was rather curious.
Normally speaking, Mortis’s child was already eight years old.
She shouldn’t have the kind of reaction one would expect from an inexperienced girl who had never been in love before…
She clearly had the stunning appearance of a beautiful married woman, yet somehow she gave off the feeling of a girl experiencing her first love.
He genuinely couldn’t figure it out.
Mortis’s heart skipped a beat.
Her fingertips unconsciously played with the ends of her long hair as she murmured softly: “I…
I didn’t do anything improper while I was sleeping, did I?” “No.” There was an almost imperceptible hint of amusement in Lucian’s voice.
After a brief pause, he added: “Your hair was just a little itchy.” Hearing this, Mortis finally couldn’t resist quietly raising her eyelashes.
By coincidence, she met his gentle, smiling eyes.
His gaze was as clear as a stream, reflecting the embarrassment she had nowhere to hide, yet it gently melted away all the awkwardness.
“Um…
what plans do you have for Janusopolis?” Mortis quickly composed herself and returned to her dignified and elegant demeanor.
“My purpose for coming here is simply you and her.” Lucian pointed toward Tribios, who was still sleeping nearby, then said seriously: “If you encounter any trouble you can’t deal with, I’ll step in.” “As for managing the city-state and handling diplomacy, you, the High Priestess and Saint, can take care of those yourself.
Having the title of Divine Envoy is enough for me.” He had even left Belobog in Cocolia’s and Natasha’s hands to manage.
He certainly didn’t have the spare time to become a workhorse.
Handling official affairs every day and dealing with a bunch of politicians pretending to be sincere…
Wouldn’t it be much more enjoyable to bask in the sun, stroll around town, spend time with beautiful women, take care of a child, and simply enjoy life?
“To tell you the truth, the Saint of Janusopolis is already Saint in name only.” Mortis revealed a sorrowful expression.
“The faction supporting the Saint has already been dismantled.
Now I have nothing but the title of Saint and no real authority whatsoever.
Even my only old friend has been killed.” “In this enormous Janusopolis, the only person I can rely on is you…” Lucian also knew some of the background.
Just as Mortis had said, the Saints of Janusopolis had been stripped of their authority for several generations already.
They were nothing more than puppets.
They had become tools for those in power to deliver false divine revelations.
The Saint could only listen to the Titans’ prophecies and relay them to the people in power.
The latter would then modify the contents according to their own interests before interpreting them to everyone else.
Mortis believed this was wrong and attempted to resist.
That was why Damnatios’s faction regarded her as a thorn in their side and wanted her dead.
Of course, the political and religious leaders of the other factions were no different.
They also wanted to monopolize the authority to deliver divine revelations.
After all, the revelations of the Three Fates Titans were prophecies, and the tens of thousands of city-states across Amphoreus believed in them.
Even if someone secretly inserted their own agenda into a divine revelation, everyone would still believe it.
Thus, the person delivering the revelations could influence thousands upon thousands of city-states with a single thought—and acquire an enormous amount of wealth in the process!
That was why all the political and religious leaders wanted to become the number one person beneath the gods.
Killing or imprisoning the Saint was therefore necessary.
In a theocratic political system, the High Priestess and Saint were supposed to be the rulers.
Yet Mortis had still been stripped of her authority…
It was obvious just how deeply rebellious the current rulers had become.
“Then today’s schedule is decided.” Lucian stood up and straightened his clothes before extending a hand toward the red-haired beauty.
“Where are we going?” Mortis asked with a puzzled expression.
Lucian curled the corner of his mouth upward.
“To kill someone.” …
The officials and priests of Janusopolis all worked within the Hall of the Threefold Fate.
Mortis was extremely familiar with the interior, so finding people was incredibly easy.
“Vinculum, Senior Priest, in charge of funerary affairs.
He has the closest ties to Damnatios, and he also participated in the assassination attempt.” The voice of the married woman beside him was incredibly magnetic, and Lucian found it very pleasant to listen to.
He tilted his head slightly and saw that Mortis was holding a small notebook in her hand.
It seemed to be filled with names…
As expected, beautiful women remembered grudges.
“There is no need to tell me what crimes they committed.
Point to a name, and I’ll kill them.
It’s that simple.” Hearing Lucian’s domineering words, Mortis’s heart didn’t become frightened.
Instead, it began beating even faster.
Women admired strength, and she was no exception.
Having such a powerful man beside her, radiating an unmistakable masculine presence, naturally made her heart race.
Especially the trust Lucian placed in her—it left Mortis deeply flattered.
“Stop!
Without Lord Vinculum’s authorization, no one is allowed to enter!” When the two reached their destination, two guards blocked their way.
Even though the people standing before them were the High Priestess, the Saint who delivered divine revelations, and the newly arrived Divine Envoy, the two guards showed them no respect.
It was clear that Mortis truly had no authority left.
“Tsk.” Lucian impatiently waved his hand.
Two branches suddenly appeared out of thin air, binding the guards tightly.
They were dragged underground and turned into nutrients.
Neither guard even managed to scream before dying.
Lucian led Mortis into a large room.
At the very back sat a middle-aged man who appeared to be writing a letter.
He hadn’t noticed the outsiders at all.
“Is that Vinculum?” Lucian spoke, confirming the man’s identity with Mortis.
“Yes, that’s him.” Mortis nodded.
Only then did Vinculum hear the disturbance.
He raised his head and frowned as he looked at Lucian and Mortis.
“Saint, Divine Envoy, you…” Whoosh!
Thud!
Before he could finish speaking, two golden branches suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
They crossed over one another and pierced straight through Vinculum’s chest, lifting his entire body into the air.
Bright-red blood flowed down the branches and onto the floor.
Vinculum’s eyes widened.
He couldn’t speak.
Just like that, he died.
Even in the final second of his life, he never imagined that he would die so abruptly.
He hadn’t even expected his wallet to be taken by his killer!
“Come on.
Next one.” (End of Chapter)[Thanks for Reading!]