Chapter 20: Miss Mianbao and Mr. Fox (Part 1)

“Xirui, how many of the Eleven Holy Knights of the Throne remain?” Edis’s voice reached the ears of the 【Labyrinthine City’s Holy Maiden】, Xirui, through the communicator installed in “Damocles’s” ear.

“Two died in the 【Battle of Lan’ernaduo】. In these past few years, three were killed by me. Six remain.” Xirui’s voice was calm.
If Kunta had heard this, she would have gaped in horror.
The Eleven Holy Knights of the Throne, each with实力 that broke through the heavens, had actually been reduced by three by the third-generation anti-god Magi-Knight Armor controlled by Xirui.

This also proved the terror of “Damocles” and the Labyrinthine City’s Holy Maiden.
Her power was beyond imagination.

“Getting closer and closer to achieving my goal.” Xirui smiled coldly, not looking like a 【Holy Maiden】 at all, but more like a bloodthirsty demon.

Edis on the other end of the communicator also adjusted his glasses.
“This is my goal as well. The complete annihilation of 【Lan’ernaduo】.”

“Let me tell you something.” Xirui seemed to have remembered something and reported to Edis, “I saw in the 【Lan’ernaduo】 database back then that a long, long, long time ago, the Holy Knights of the Throne were actually the Twelve Holy Knights of the Throne.”

“Oh?” Edis raised an eyebrow slightly, showing great interest.
So one Holy Knight was now missing. Who was it?

“The one who is missing is the younger sister of the 【Holy Moon Princess】, Lan’ernaduo · Cecilia: Lan’ernaduo · You.”

“To become the inheritor of the 【Dead Moon】, one needs the purest Origin. Cecilia possessed the purest Origin, so she became the 【Holy Moon Princess】. As for You, she only had half the Origin, so You chose to become her sister’s knight.”

“Cough, cough, cough!” Hu Qingyu coughed heavily, enduring the immense pain from rolling down the hillside, and propped up half his body with his hands.

He tightly protected the unconscious Mianbao who was lying in his arms.
Hu Qingyu gently shook Mianbao.
“Miss Mianbao, wake up!”

The person in his arms did not respond at all, only a breath so faint it was almost inaudible.

Mianbao had been grazed by the dying stream of fire from the Dragon-form Saint.
Her body was covered in wounds, and scarlet blood flowed like a small stream onto Hu Qingyu’s clothes.

“If this continues, she’ll die.” Hu Qingyu looked at Mianbao in his arms with some worry.

‘Damn it, I’m actually worried about a woman?
I could have just abandoned something like this.’

“No!” Hu Qingyu’s heart trembled.
He clearly saw that the wounds on Mianbao’s body, big and small, had stopped bleeding and were healing rapidly.

When Mianbao woke up again, she was greeted by Hu Qingyu’s somewhat distorted handsome face.

“Wah!” Mianbao’s eyes suddenly widened, and she jumped up with a start.
“Why are you here!?”

“Why am I here…” Hu Qingyu lay on the ground, his face looking very unwell.
“If it weren’t for me, you probably would have fallen to your death.”

“That wouldn’t have happened.” Only then did Mianbao remember what had happened.
She uncomfortably averted her gaze and muttered.

“But thank you anyway.” Hearing Mianbao’s thanks, Hu Qingyu’s expression improved a little.

Mianbao raised her head.
The dense forest blocked the sky.
The scattered clouds allowed sunlight to penetrate through the thick leaves, and a few rays of light dappled her face.
“Actually, you don’t have to mind me. You could even use me as a human cushion, you know.”

“Because I won’t die at all.”

“And I’m a vicious person who has killed so many people.”

Mianbao’s tone sounded chilly and unsettling.

“I know you won’t die, hiss—” Hu Qingyu bent one leg and placed a hand on his kneecap to sit up, his face contorted in pain from a large movement pulling at his wounds.
“But I don’t agree that you are a vicious person.”

“You weren’t the one who killed them.”

Mianbao smiled sadly.
“How could it not be me!”

“I remember it all, those scenes, those voices, those feelings!” Mianbao said, hugging her head and crouching down, trembling.

“You were being controlled.” Hu Qingyu brought out his own speculation and shared it with Mianbao.
“Besides, those people weren’t good people either.”

After being comforted by Hu Qingyu like this, Mianbao’s heart suddenly felt much better, and the great sense of guilt she had before was gone.
But did this also mean that she was a bloodthirsty person?

“Then Miss Mianbao, can you explain to me again why you don’t die?” Hu Qingyu was very curious about Mianbao’s magical constitution.

“I don’t know.” Mianbao crouched down beside Hu Qingyu.
“Maybe I’m a different kind of demon from others.”

“Speaking of demons.” Hu Qingyu played with his purple hair, his expression dimming slightly.
“This color of hair and eyes might be normal for people here. But where I’m from, it’s a strange thing. So many people said I was a lone star of bad luck, a jinx, a monster.”

Although she didn’t know what “lone star of bad luck” or “jinx” meant, Mianbao knew they definitely weren’t good words.

“Miss Mianbao, actually, we’re the same kind of people,” Hu Qingyu gave Mianbao a captivating smile that could topple cities.
“We’re both monsters.”

This smile made Mianbao’s heart skip a beat.
‘Does a man have to smile so beautifully? It actually made my heart race!?’

“Mr. Fox~” Mianbao suddenly became interested in Hu Qingyu’s original world.
She propped her hands on her knees, her face resting on her hands, and continued to ask, “Can you tell me the story of your world? Although I’ve read novels about other worlds, I think it would be more interesting if you told it!”

“Of course.” Hu Qingyu said, “But can you let me bandage my wounds first and settle what needs to be done now before I tell you?”

‘Oh, right.’ If Hu Qingyu hadn’t reminded her, Mianbao would have forgotten that the place they were in now was not some tavern or restaurant, but an unknown place full of threats.

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“Oh? Then why did the Twelve Holy Knights of the Throne become the Eleven Holy Knights of the Throne later?”

“This is not mentioned in the database. It only says ‘deceased’ on You’s file,” Xirui said.
“It is said that she, who possessed half the power of Lan’ernaduo, was the strongest among the Twelve Holy Knights of the Throne, second only to her sister.”