[The Divine Protection of Justice] This was one of the many Divine Protections Carlisle possessed.
Within a certain range of himself, if someone in grave danger called for help, no matter how faint the sound, he would always hear the cry and could detect the caller’s location.
Divine Protections are blessings granted at birth through the power of Od Laguna, the world’s origin.
Some Divine Protections are unique to certain races.
Most people are born without Divine Protections; those who are born with them know their Divine Protection without being told.
The moment Carlisle witnessed the assault in the alley, the anger in his heart erupted like a dormant volcano, as if scorching magma was churning in his chest, threatening to overwhelm his reason.
His normally gentle, lake-like blue eyes had now transformed into raging waves, with cold fury burning fiercely within them, as if to incinerate the three men.
The aura around Carlisle surged like a storm, making the surrounding air heavy and suffocating as it swept toward the trio, causing their breathing to hitch and their faces to instantly turn pale.
The trio involuntarily took a step back, their previous arrogance completely gone under his intimidation, replaced by deep fear and panic.
Their eyes darted around, constantly searching for an escape route, but they found their legs felt like lead, unable to move.
“We… we’re doomed.
Those blue eyes, it’s Carlisle Eltheran!”
“Damn it, we have to… escape.”
“Why?!
Didn’t this guy go to become the Dragon Priestess’s guardian knight?”
The tables had turned; the trembling voices, once Subaru’s, now belonged to the trio.
They knew well that this knight’s hatred for evil was well known throughout Lugunica.
“We… we were just joking…”
Carlisle took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to pulverize these three scumbags on the spot, and said coldly,
“Intentional injury, robbery, attempted murder… multiple charges, enough to make you spend the next ten years in Lugunica’s prison.”
Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking hard at the trio’s hearts.
The thug quickly dropped the dagger in his hand.
He said in a panic,
“No… wait!
Sir Knight, this is a misunderstanding!”
“You can think about such things slowly in prison.”
Carlisle’s figure vanished from his spot like a ghost, leaving only an afterimage in the air.
The next second, his form appeared behind the thugs with lightning speed, moving too fast to be caught.
His palm, like an iron clamp, swung out suddenly, carrying a sharp gust of wind, striking one of them precisely and fiercely on the back of the neck.
Thud!
With a muffled thud, the thug, without even time to react, slumped to the ground like a broken puppet, completely losing consciousness.
Carlisle’s movements didn’t pause; his figure flashed again, sweeping past the other two like a swift wind.
Each strike was clean and decisive, precise and fierce.
Thud!
Thud!
Two more dull impacts, and the remaining two thugs also fell to the ground, unable to even let out a scream.
Carlisle stood steadily, his gaze coldly sweeping over the three collapsed figures on the ground.
If it weren’t for the faint breathing sounds audible up close, one would surely think the three had died.
After dealing with the three, Carlisle slowly crouched down, his gaze soft and self-reproaching as he looked at the girl curled up in the corner.
His voice was low and warm.
“It’s alright now.
Are you okay?”
He reached out and gently patted her shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort.
However, when his gaze fell upon the unfamiliar uniform the girl was wearing, his pupils suddenly constricted, and a storm raged in his heart.
That Japanese high school girl’s uniform was so similar to something from the world in his memories, yet so out of place in this world.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, finally coalescing into a clear conclusion—the girl before him, like him, was from Earth.
A complex emotion surged in Carlisle’s heart—surprise, empathy, and a hint of indescribable familiarity.
A strong urge rose in him to ask the girl everything about Earth, the world he once knew but could no longer reach.
However, when he looked down and saw the fear and unease still lingering in her eyes, he forcefully suppressed that impulse.
Her eyes were like those of a startled little beast, full of vulnerability and helplessness, making him unwilling to add to her burden.
He sighed softly, trying to make his voice sound even gentler.
“You’re safe now.
I’ll protect you here.”
He reached out, wanting to support her shoulders, to give her some stability.
However, at that very moment, the girl’s tightly strung nerves finally snapped completely.
Her body swayed slightly, and then she softly collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.
Carlisle, quick as a flash, swiftly reached out and caught her.
The girl’s body was as light as a feather, falling into his arms, her breathing weak and erratic, clearly having fainted from extreme fear and exhaustion.
He looked down at her pale face, his brows slightly furrowed, feeling pity, worry, and self-reproach.
He… if only he had arrived sooner.
Carlisle gently placed the girl on the ground.
He crouched down and carefully took off his knight uniform, folding it into a soft cushion to place under the girl’s head, so she wouldn’t be uncomfortable on the cold ground.
Taking an unconscious girl to an inn was not a good idea.
In this world, an unaccompanied man and woman were already prone to criticism, not to mention she was wearing that uniform from another world, making her particularly conspicuous.
He didn’t want her to face more trouble and embarrassment when she woke up, so he decided to stay put and wait for her to regain consciousness.
Carlisle stood up, his gaze turning to the three collapsed thugs.
His eyes instantly became stern.
He efficiently dragged them together and bound them tightly with the rope he carried.
His movements were skilled and swift.
After tying them up, he gave them a cold glance, planning to hand them over to the nearby guards later.
Having done all this, Carlisle returned to the girl’s side, standing quietly beside her, shielding her from all external dangers.
His gaze softly fell upon her face, watching her slightly trembling eyelashes and somewhat pale cheeks.
The girl’s breathing gradually steadied.
Carlisle understood that her world might have been turned upside down, and at this moment, all he could do was be her temporary support.
The mission could be completed later, but this girl before him must not be left to face this strange and dangerous world alone.
Because Carlisle knew that his liege, Emilia, had a powerful contracted spirit.
According to Roswaal, that spirit was one of the six Great Spirits, whose true form was a giant beast with golden radiance, known as the Beast of the End of the Permafrost.
It was a Great Spirit that controlled fire.
Although he had not fought a Great Spirit, he was sure that such a highly praised spirit by the kingdom’s strongest mage would surely protect Emilia.
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