The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

Chapter 740 - 380: Battle to Madness!

"Beautiful."

Simple two words, straightforward and unreserved, utterly tactless.

It made An Su wonder if the 'Reversed Pope' effect hadn't worn off yet.

He tilted his head to look at Luojia:

Her expression was unshaken, and her words were not impulsively spoken; on the contrary, the Holy Maiden was very calm and serious.

Whether it was her silver-white eyes, her lips lightly pursed, or her hand clutching the hem of her clothing, all clearly conveyed her attitude—Miss Luojia was earnest and tranquilly said the word "beautiful."

Such a calm insult.

This was the first time An Su had seen the Little Saintess be so direct, so clearly displaying her malice.

The once good child, Luojia Faust, was under house arrest in the Monastery for almost half a year by the Princess faction, yet during that time, she never fought back for herself, like a puppet being manipulated.

An Su had thought only the Little Witch, after the 'Reversed Pope' flipped, would have the courage to speak her mind.

But the Luojia of this moment was not in a reversed state.

The Little Saintess had long possessed the tactless courage.

She would no longer allow her things to be taken away by others.

A pure white radiance covered the bottom of the girl's eyes, her gaze coldly fixated on Princess Cersei in front of her, on the sea of golden kite flowers, on the Milton royal power that once loomed over her like a mountain as an orphan from the border region.

This time she did not shy away, her eyes no longer held fear, because she knew she was the true Saintess, she was chosen by the Radiance, stepping onto the Fate's Staircase was not just An Su, Luojia Faust too had stepped onto her own destiny.

Because only in this way could she stand shoulder to shoulder with that boy beside her.

And overcoming Cersei Milton wasn't for An Su, but for herself.

She needed to put an end to her past destiny.

The presence with which Luojia spoke her mind made Miss Azure beside her blush and cover her ears, afraid to listen to those words, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The Most Evil Witch of thirty thousand years swallowed hard, feeling that these youngsters were indeed good at cussing.

Merely being called a 'thirty-year old virgin,' Miss Azure was so upset that she blushed,

If it were now her turn to be cursed like this... the Witch Sovereign felt like she would lose her little pearls.

"Ah...?"

Even Cersei was surprised, she blinked her eyes, tilted her head, and continued to enjoy her tea party, with eyes shimmering, "I don't understand what you're talking about?"

This was beyond the expectation of Her Majesty the Princess.

But still, she did not give up this fun game.

Especially seeing An Su's awkward expression—this was a delightful experience for Princess Cersei. Just like a Jian Cat playing with its prey before killing it. She wasn't afraid of being cursed, after all, since she plotted against her own family, she had no weaknesses in this life.

Orphans are also classified.

Like An Su, who is a single-package type, is the lowest First Tier, Luojia's twin-core is a tier higher, and someone like Her Majesty the Princess who disrupts the entire family box is a top-tier Divine Man orphan, with no weaknesses in this life!

"Little sister Luojia, I stand by you. By doing this, I seem to be the unreasonable one."

"It's alright, as long as little sister is happy, what's the harm in elder sister suffering a bit?"

Cersei shook her head; a mere Floating Wood dual-loss realm, how could it be presumptuous before her.

This tea party was truly invigorating, with the chaos audience all nodding in approval, indeed a tea party should be about discussing tea, truly good tea! This tea is at least a twenty-year vintage!

The Cersei x An Su faction exploded in growth, even showing signs of overtaking the competition.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Regarding that Nether, Cersei retained only a faint memory, but it didn't matter, just follow what Luo Xiaohei says and the rest would follow.

Spreading rumors is a traditional craft, one that doesn't require learning to know.

Cersei's lips curled with an undetectable smile; she liked this kind of interesting game, two years ago, as the Imperial Saintess, she had never given Luojia Faust a second glance.

This girl from the border was just a puppet being played with, a mascot chosen by the Radiant Holy See from the countryside to prevent royal power from further penetrating the core.

To think now, this mascot dared to defy Princess Cersei.

This piqued her interest, but it also angered her.

"After all, Mr. An Su and I... have been through twenty-one thousand six hundred times already."

Cersei's eyes harbored a frost-like moist mist, she wore a sorrowful expression, a pitifully sweet smile, "No girl would joke about her own purity."

As her cherry blossom-like lips gently parted, Luojia repeated calmly.

"Drawing a card."

She looked at Cersei, her pearly white eyelashes trembled lightly, she finally revealed a composed smile, an expression neither of a Saintess nor a Witch, but purely her, purely Luojia Faust, the girl:

"You've been wrong about something all along."

"In my memory, you died in that trial, you've actually lost your memory, haven't you?"

Luojia said with a smile,

"So, the so-called twenty-one thousand six hundred times... for me, whether they exist or not, whether they are real or not, mean nothing."

"If they are false, everything you do and say now is just your imagined things; they are just illusions of the Nether when you died, just your own wonderful and innocent fantasies of the things you long for and hope to have."