Chapter 1: The Holy Princess’s Fury

The Holy Theocracy of Ophelia.

Within the luxurious Royal Palace, nestled in the heart of the capital, Truth Center, a young maid was frantically rushing through the castle corridors.

Her skirt danced around her feet, like a flower rapidly blooming.

Her silver maid’s uniform billowed in the wind of her sprint, and her brown hair flew wildly, revealing an indescribable sense of urgency.

Anxiety and worry etched her face, and ripples of unease flickered in her clear eyes.

The castle corridors echoed with her hurried footsteps, as if playing a frantic melody for her fleeting figure.

Eventually, after a frantic dash, the maid arrived in a beautiful garden.

Catching sight of the graceful figure within the lakeside pavilion, the young maid cast aside all decorum, anxiously calling out to them:

“Princess Xiamiya!!! No, no, something terrible has happened!!!!”

With the maid’s desperate cry, the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere of the garden shattered instantly.

The next moment, under the maid’s anxious yet respectful gaze, the figure in the pavilion slowly rose and walked towards her.

“What is it, Duo’er? Why the rush?”

The young woman’s voice was melodious and enchanting, like a divine song, carrying an alluring aura of holiness.

As she drew closer, her face became perfectly clear in Duo’er’s vision.

Undoubtedly, she was an unforgettable young woman.

She possessed a luxuriant cascade of cherry-blossom hair, each strand shimmering, falling over her shoulders like a pink waterfall.

Her hair ends curled slightly, adding a touch of vibrant charm to her overall appearance.

The young woman had a unique pair of rainbow-colored eyes, unlike any ordinary person’s—deep and bright, brimming with wisdom and gentleness.

Her face was as fair as jade, her skin delicate and smooth, utterly flawless.

Her features were exquisite and sculpted: a high nose bridge, and cherry lips curved into a slight smile, exuding confidence and elegance.

Her eyebrows were long and gracefully arched, revealing an air of noble sophistication.

She wore a beautiful, opulent, and delicate court gown, adorned with gold threads, jewels, and intricate embroidery, perfectly outlining her graceful figure.

Her entire presence was like a goddess from a fairyland, giving off an ethereal aura, as if untouched by mortal concerns.

Furthermore, an unusual forehead ornament, embedded with crimson blood diamonds, crowned her head, making her appear exceptionally noble.

This young woman of extraordinary beauty was none other than Ophelia’s Third Holy Princess, Xiamiya Seraphiel.

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Seeing the newly appointed young maid display such a terrified and uneasy expression, Xiamiya waved her hand, signaling her guards to retreat.

She then spoke, a hint of worry in her voice:

“What happened, Duo’er?”

“The, the, the Head Maid, she, she!!”

“The Head Maid? What about her?”

“The Head Maid, she, she was forcibly taken to the annex by those barbarians from the Blazefrost Nation to protect me!!!”

Duo’er shrieked, her voice hoarse and filled with unprecedented panic.

As her words rang out, the expressions of everyone present instantly shifted.

Even the guards, who stood unmoving like mountains protecting the Holy Princess, couldn’t help but reveal grave looks, casting worried glances towards the guest annex located in the western part of the imperial city.

It was well-known that the Blazefrost Nation, situated north of Ophelia, was a country forged by countless nomadic tribes and beastmen clans.

They revered violence, were bloodthirsty and brutal, and had repeatedly invaded Ophelia’s territory to the south.

They committed every conceivable atrocity, burning, killing, and plundering across their lands.

Thus, upon hearing the name Blazefrost Nation, Ophelia’s guards and maids instinctively felt a surge of disgust.

The people of the Blazefrost Nation were barbaric, cruel, and utterly devoid of manners.

Their ambassadors sent to Ophelia consistently acted with wanton disregard.

Owing to the lecherous nature of these barbarians, no fewer than ten maids and noblewomen had previously been brutalized by them.

It was precisely for this reason that everyone was so deeply worried upon hearing the Head Maid had been taken to the annex by people from the Blazefrost Nation.

Not only the guards and other maids, but even Xiamiya, who had always worn a gentle smile, saw her expression drastically change at this moment.

Her charming, sacred smile vanished, replaced by a suffocating coldness.

Chilling glints flickered incessantly in her rainbow-colored eyes, and intense unease seemed to spill uncontrollably from them.

The surrounding temperature plummeted instantly.

Despite it being the height of summer, everyone felt a sudden chill.

“The Head Maid was taken? She, she’s alone with those Blazefrost Nation envoys in the annex?”

“Yes, yes!”

Duo’er nodded frantically.

“Princess Xiamiya, please, hurry and save the Head Maid!! The Head Maid is so beautiful; those barbarians will absolutely not let her go!!!”

“And the Head Maid is so delicate and petite; she absolutely won’t be able to endure their defilement! She’ll, she’ll, she’ll die! Your Highness, quickly summon…”

As these words reached her ears, Xiamiya bit down hard on her lip.

‘I should get there quickly…’

The next instant, disregarding Duo’er’s continued pleas, the distraught Holy Princess Xiamiya, enveloped in a halo of crimson-gold light, transformed into a scarlet meteor and shot towards the annex!

“Eh?!!! Princess Xiamiya?!!”

Seeing Xiamiya rush off alone without any guards, Duo’er immediately felt a surge of intense anxiety.

Although she knew the Holy Princess Xiamiya and the Head Maid shared an unusual bond, rushing in so anxiously without guards was surely akin to a lamb entering a tiger’s den!

“Princess Xiamiya!! There’s a Saint among the Blazefrost Nation envoys!! Please take General Bafilo with you first!!”

Duo’er cried out frantically.

Alas, Xiamiya’s figure had already vanished without a trace; her shouts were futile.

Though the Theocracy guards hastily gave chase, they too could not match Xiamiya’s speed.

****

Seconds later, Xiamiya, at full power, arrived directly at the annex’s periphery, then burst inside in a furious rush.

The Holy Princess’s grave and somber expression caused the numerous guards within the annex to reveal uneasy looks.

‘I hope, no, no, nothing bad has happened…’

Thus, with a heart full of trepidation, Xiamiya rushed to the room where the ambassadors were staying!

Then, utterly disregarding diplomatic etiquette, the Holy Princess kicked open the heavy door without a second thought!

“Boom!!!”

Accompanied by a deafening crash, the two expensive wooden doors, crafted from raw timber, instantly shattered into splinters under the impact of powerful holy spiritual energy.

The scene within the room then unfolded before Xiamiya’s eyes.

The next moment, Xiamiya’s eyes suddenly constricted, her gaze fixed intently on the golden-haired young woman in the center of the room.

She was a young woman of breathtaking beauty.

Her posture was tall and graceful, as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale.

Her figure was perfectly proportioned, her slender waist revealing youthful vitality and healthy beauty.

Dressed in elegant and luxurious maid’s attire, the delicate fabric flowed smoothly over her, outlining her long, slender curves.

Her silver eyes, as dazzling and enchanting as jewels, were chillingly devoid of emotion.

Her rosy cheeks glowed with a pure radiance, and her high nose bridge and long eyebrows sculpted perfect features, exuding an indescribable charm.

Her beautiful golden hair was elegantly coiled, emitting a faint fragrance, with two braids gracefully falling by her ears.

The braids transitioned from gold to pure white at the tips, like the dazzling morning light reflecting on pristine snow-capped mountains, creating a distinctive and unique style.

Undoubtedly, in terms of appearance, even Xiamiya could not compare.

This golden-haired young woman was too beautiful, so exquisite she seemed not to be of this mortal realm.

Coupled with her slightly vacant gaze and emotionless face, she resembled nothing less than a perfectly crafted doll.

However, in stark contrast to her beautiful exterior, was the infernal scene surrounding her.

At this moment, the once orderly and luxurious hall was a complete wreck.

The Blazefrost Nation envoys, who had been so arrogant that morning, seemed to have all hastily mastered a ‘cloning technique’.

A piece here, a piece there, another piece on the windowsill, and one hanging from the lamp.

Even the renowned Blazefrost Nation Saint, aside from his head which the golden-haired young woman still held intact in her hands, had the rest of his body reduced to a pulpy mess.

Overall, the hall floor was strewn with dismembered corpses, mangled flesh, and severed limbs.

Blood pooled into crimson puddles, unfolding like a gruesome painting of hell.

The brutal scene reflected off the four walls, making the luxurious tapestries hanging there appear even more absurd against the bloody backdrop.

The bloodstains on the flagstone floor remained perfectly still, seemingly narrating the tragedy that had unfolded mere minutes ago.

Amidst this bloody frenzy, the stench of death permeating the air was unbearable.

Candles flickered in the corners, illuminating the scattered body parts, making the entire scene even more ghastly and terrifying.

From the preceding horror, what little furniture remained was also shattered by the violent impact, with traces of destruction covering every corner.

Luxury and absurdity intertwined at this moment, forming an exceedingly bizarre and horrifying tableau.

The cruel scene of dismembered bodies seemed to fill the entire space with the pervasive scent of death.

Her maid’s dress, stained crimson with blood, and the red marks lingering on her exquisite face, momentarily endowed this beautiful golden-haired young woman with an eerie and terrifying aura.

Even Xiamiya, accustomed to grand spectacles, felt her brow twitch involuntarily at such a sanity-shattering sight.

Evidently, her ominous premonition had been realized.

Taking a deep breath, Xiamiya angrily pointed a finger at the maid inside the room.

“What have you done, Youka!!!!! How could you just slaughter the Blazefrost Nation’s ambassadors like this?! How am I supposed to negotiate peace now?!”

Confronted by the Holy Princess’s furious questioning, Youka, as a maid, showed no trace of awe.

Her exquisite face remained as placid and emotionless as ever.

After blinking once, the golden-haired young woman slowly tilted her head.

She then retorted in a melodious yet somewhat mechanical voice:

“Negotiate peace?”

“Yes! What else do you think I invited these barbarians for?! Ugh, why is it so hard to achieve a little peace?!”

Raising a hand to cover her face, Xiamiya complained, on the verge of tears.

However, Xiamiya’s words caused a flicker of imperceptible displeasure to cross Youka’s eyes.

“But, Master, if you choose this path, I will be very troubled.”

“What troubles you now?!”

“Master, your actions go against the precepts of the Evil God. As an Evil God, one cannot enjoy peace.”

“You?!!”

Hearing this, Xiamiya’s brow furrowed into several ‘hash’ marks, and unable to bear it any longer, she pointed at Youka’s nose and roared:

“Say that again!!!!! I am the Holy Maiden of Ophelia!! I don’t want to be some damn Evil God! You crazy doll, can you please just calm down?!!!!”