Chapter 42 The Blood Princess Knight is Too Rebellious!

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[Child of Blood (Curse Progress 1%)]

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This thing...how did it suddenly go up in price?!

Elsie quickly looked around but found nothing unusual. The only thing that happened was that Ferry wiped Connor's body.

So this curse originated from Connor?

That's not necessarily true! Think about what happened with Bernard.

Indeed, the progress of the Blood Sons' curse is completely illogical.

Check the introduction again...

[Child of Blood? Poem Begins (Cursed Status 1%): The Blood Crown Poem has officially begun. You have become one of the Blood Crown's pursuers. Now, an endless stream of curses will target you. When the curses reach their maximum value, an unstoppable calamity will descend. After the calamity is lifted, the curses will begin to accumulate again. At the same time, you begin to delve deeper into the power of the Blood Crown. "Witness it, you will enjoy the most ferocious betrayal under the sunlight."]

"Huh? How did it change?" Elsie asked in surprise, noticing the words on the description.

Blood Crown, One of the Pursuers, Curse, Calamity...

When she first triggered the calamity, she encountered goblin heavy cavalry, but it wasn't particularly dangerous. Instead, the equipment they brought to her the identity of "Black Knight".

The second calamity was triggered by the Goblin King... wait, no, it was the dragon servant, or more accurately, it was Yurikkris who rode the dragon servant!

The intensity of the calamity seems to be increasing with each passing day?

[There's also smaller print below~]

The narrator kindly reminded them that this was clearly a very important thing.

"Hmm, betrayal under the sun?" El looked at Connor in front of him, then turned to look at the small print on the introduction.

A sudden 45-degree backward lean followed by silence.

Is this a hint? Is it that obvious? Is it really okay to say this about my first knight?

[Elsie's three questions are excellent! I maintain a friendly attitude towards Connor overall; he is entirely human and his loyalty to you is impeccable.]

On the contrary, this Blood Crown Poem not only triggered the deadly Blood Child curse, but also slanders your knighthood!

I support Connor!

Do you believe me or the Psalms?

"..." El looked at the blue pop-up window in front of him, which was the narration.

After this analysis, let's take another look at the narration and our daily interactions.

He starts mocking himself from inside the cave, acts impulsively over trivial matters, and only shouts himself hoarse in crucial moments. When things are going well, he encourages himself to crush the opponent, but when things are going badly, he says he's too weak and can still run away. He's utterly useless in dire situations, and even his commentary is... unqualified!

[If you curse me again! t^t]

"So I decided... to believe in the Psalms."

As expected, narration is unreliable...

"Yeah, right!"

Elsie glanced at the last few words of the Blood Child, as if she had already planned her own destiny.

Why should my destiny be dictated by a poem?!

“So, that’s what I’m saying!” Elsie lay on the bed, smiling as she closed her eyes: “I am the master of my own life.”

"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it!"

"I will not follow the Psalms; other people's legends are ultimately just that—other people's."

[Hehe (??????)??...That's exactly what I meant! When you're in another world, you have to live out your own story!]

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Now, let's turn our attention to Honeysuckle City. It is no longer as prosperous as before. It was once one of the core cities of the Tilan family, but it has been reduced to ruins in just a few days.

Countless houses were reduced to ashes in the flames, and huge rock fragments remained in the city. It was these things that breached the walls of Honeysuckle City.

"What's the situation? How many refugees have died?" Allen's adjutant, Welch, arrived late with a group of cavalry.

The city defense captain, who was organizing the refugees to build shelters, stopped. He hesitated for a moment, but after thinking it over, he put down the giant log in his hand.

“Three thousand people, I guess…” The city defense captain’s eyes darted around. “I don’t know, I haven’t counted them.”

"You haven't kept count?" Welch looked around and exclaimed, "There are way more than three thousand people!"

“Three hundred thousand people…” the city defense captain muttered under his breath.

"What?" Welch steadied the frightened horse and said incredulously, "Three hundred thousand?"

The entire city of Honeysuckle has a population of only 400,000!

He opened his mouth, but finally asked, "Was it done by the Sia family?"

The battle in the vast wilderness resulted in heavy losses for them, and Earl Ellen was even wounded and recalled by the Holy Temple, forcing them to withdraw their troops.

Who would have thought that the Sia family would launch a surprise attack!

Are they just feigning defeat? Or do they still have more troops that they haven't deployed?

"I don't know, they were too fast, in the dark... like the wind." The city defense captain's eyes were filled with fear.

"I can't see the light, I only see fireballs falling from the sky, and warriors dying in droves. This isn't war, it's slaughter..."

"My vision is completely dark... I can't see anything..."

His whole body began to tremble, as if he were thinking of the disaster that had happened a few days ago.

“Alright, the light has come.” Welch comforted the other person, saying, “Count Ellen will drive out all darkness; it is the will of the Holy Church.”

As the sun slowly rose on the horizon, a figure flashed in the eyes of the city defense captain.

Allen walked slowly forward, holding "Justice of Tiran" in one hand. His cloak was fluttered by the breeze, and when he opened his eyes, they emitted a dazzling white light like the sun!

"Ah...ah..." The city defense captain's eyes widened, as if the fear in his heart had been dispelled. He seemed to see the reincarnation of the hero Tilan.

“Tilan…”

...

"Your Holiness, it seems our plan has been very successful."

Inside the sanctuary of the Noah Royal City, Pope Paul, holding his scepter, prays devoutly to the murals.

Beside him, Grand Master Hagen of the Holy Knights said, "Alan has become completely absorbed in the poems, and he has paid the price for his folly."

"The price?" Paul opened his eyes, looked at the twenty-four-winged archangel on the mural, and suddenly laughed: "In order to control him, we sacrificed three young angels."

"He's even stronger than Tilan was back then!"

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Hagen said with a smile. “The stronger he is, the stronger the Sanctuary will be.”

"No one would have thought that Tiran would kneel at the feet of angels, no one would have thought... that the final book of Tiran's Psalms is a lie, a trap that we can control."

“Tyran was really strong. He killed the Demon King all by himself…” Paul turned around and said, “He returned home in glory and became an almost incomparable legend.”

“Unfortunately, his actions… displease the Lord.” Paul, holding his scepter, said kindly, “Is it so difficult to bow to the Lord?”

“He could have had it all… Now, his descendants will have to finish the last thing he did.”

He walked down the steps one by one, gazing at the sunrise in the distance, his arms outstretched, his eyes filled with kindness.

The light shone into the sanctuary, illuminating the murals and making them dazzling.

Praise be to the twenty-four-winged angel!