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She can accept anything but to see the man she loves, yielding before anyone.

Her ether wasn\'t responding.to her calls. Although it was working within her body quite normally, her skills weren\'t working. It was almost like she was only allowed to access her ether to keep herself alive.

In these two days only once Ethan came to check on her and tried to feed her food...only to get his hand bitten until it bled.

If only her teeth could have reached his throat, Amelia was determined to bite the life out of that scumbag.

Ethan had betrayed Richard. And for that sin alone he deserves death.

\'It troubles me...\' Amelia couldn\'t help but feel slightly apprehensive. What was Ethan\'s intention, and why was he regarding Richard as an evil worshipper?

What actually happened with his mother for Richard to just suddenly disappear? And if Ethan was so well set on bringing down Richard, it wasn\'t impossible for Ethan to actually cause some major disruption.

After all, Ethan has the support of the Princess. And if Ethan says the word, Elizabeth probably will do anything for him to cause trouble for Richard.

\'Richard...where are you ...\' Feeling all helpless Amelia called his name and hoped that Richard could hear her voice and return to her.

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Allen was feeling nervous. He could still hear the loud echoes of the battle occurring outside the mansion, which began two days ago. And until now, the battle cries and wails of death have yet to subdue.

At some point Lilia also had to join the battle, given only one man was retaliating against the continuous assault of the church workers. They have been relentlessly moving forward with the only desire of bringing an end to the evil-worshipper, that is, Duchess Bellarine.

Allen has retained his spell, but he knew if even a couple of church members entered inside and Allen had to confront them, then he would, most probably, lose control over the time-freezing dome.

\'Mister Richard left only three days ago...\' Allen felt his hands turning moist because of sweat. There are still eleven days left for Richard to return and heal his mother and sister. And given the number of increasing forces from the church it was highly unlikely that they could withstand the assault for that long.

\'Who can help us....I feel scared...\'

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Outside the mansion, the number of church members was increasing dramatically passing each second.

Now, it wasn\'t a battle between two sides; it was a war between an army and two individuals.

Lilia could be seen traversing through the hordes of church members with her daggers cleaving anyone she came across. Unlike when she joined the battle, her pace was a little slower and upon closer inspection one could gaze at several small wounds which the church members had caused.

Her figure zapped through the crowd, severing every neck, piercing every heart and slicing every throat she saw. There was no pause to her spree. All she could currently think about was to keep them away from the last line of defence.

The red-eyed man was the last line of defence who kept butchering any being who crossed a certain distance.

Although there have been deaths, they were so incredibly less compared to the colossal amount filling the space that slowly Lilia and the man were losing their hopes.

These church workers weren\'t strong per se. However, the fact that their vitality had been increased to the point of near immortality was making it awfully difficult to cut down the numbers. Not to talk about, the whole wide area around the mansion and several houses nearby were engulfed by a barrier that separated them from the outside.

So unless someone stronger than the chanter(s) doesn\'t attack the barrier with a series of attacks, the barrier is not going to break.

They were trapped and getting restlessly pushed back. However, not even once did Lilia lose her will to fight back. She knew she had to keep going for a few days until he returned.

Her beloved.

One priest caught her figure, his hands already glowing with light magic. He raised his arms, chanting a spell to immobilize her. Lilia dashed forward, the air around her legs crackling with self-enhancing energy. She spun, dodging the incoming light bolts, and plunged her daggers into his chest before he could finish the incantation.

Another priest lunged at her, swinging a heavy, spiked flail. She ducked just in time, the weapon grazing her back. Pain flared, but Lilia was already moving. With a sharp kick to his knee, the priest buckled, and Lilia slit his throat in one swift motion.

One conjured fire in his palms, hurling it at her. Lilia sidestepped the flames, her enhanced speed blurring her movements. As the sorcerer prepared another spell, she flung one of her daggers at his throat, silencing him instantly.

The other two charged with swords glowing with holy light. Lilia met them head-on, deflecting the strikes with her remaining dagger. A sword nicked her arm, blood staining her sleeve, but she didn\'t falter. With a twist, she slid behind one of them and stabbed his spine, then pivoted to catch the other across the neck.

A shout echoed behind her, and she skidded to a halt, crouching low. Five church members blocked the way, their robes glowing with enchanted symbols.

She bolted forward. One of them raised his staff, shooting a blast of light. Lilia twisted mid-air, the beam grazing her side. Pain assaulted her, but she landed smoothly, rolling under another strike. She kicked off the ground, her dagger flashing as it tore through the throat of the closest priest. His gurgled scream was cut short as he collapsed.

Lilia wiped her lips and turned around, catching one of the priests raising his staff to attack her. She sidestepped, feeling the wooden staff brushing past her nose as she simply raised her hand and stabbed the man thrice in the chest and both eyes.

The man rolled away and Lilia charged for another group. Raising her barrier as a shield, she protected herself from the blend of several elemental attacks as she slammed the shield into them, making them fall down.

Turning around, she lunged toward the incoming hulking man, her dagger prepared as before her enemy could have blocked her; she jumped over his shoulder and plunged the dagger deep inside his skull.

"TAKE THIS!"

Suddenly, a powerful force slammed into her, sending her crashing into a through the crowd and only stopping once Lilia was on the ground, eyes blurry and consciousness on the verge of slipping.

She could barely realize what just happened as she found her senses failing to discern things happening around her.

She tried to get up, however, her body betrayed her. She knew her enemies were advancing, however, she no longer had the strength to get up.

A pool of blood formed around her, and Lilia remained lifelessly lying there.

The nearby church members gathered around her, and one by one, they started stomping their feet on her.

Lilia\'s mind was turning numb being attacked by those many men. Her body churned in pain as she felt every inch of her body being assaulted by them.

However, she couldn\'t do anything....she....she failed...

Closing her eyes, she slowly muttered, "I...am...sorry...master...."

It was then when suddenly all the priests who were tormenting Lilia, stopped as a colossal presence descended upon them.

Slowly the sensation was felt by every member across the battlefield as they stopped moving altogether and felt their body vibrating in anxiety.

The open field stretched out in all directions, but it suddenly felt claustrophobic, as if the world beyond the barrier had vanished. The air grew thick, heavy, and cold, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, white mist curling from their lips.

One of them, an older priest with deep-set eyes, glanced nervously toward the sky. The stars above flickered, and a creeping darkness spread, swallowing the light. His lips quivered. "This… this isn\'t right. The protection spell—it should be holding."

Another priest, younger but wide-eyed with panic, tightened his grip on the staff. "It is… it is! It has to hold!" But his voice cracked, betraying his terror.

Although those words were spoken, for some reason everyone knew that the barrier wouldn\'t be able to save them from what was coming.

....something inhumane was coming. And they could feel it. The emotion which the entity was currently filled with.

Rage.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.