Chapter 2016 - 543: Humans Are Truly Terrifying_3

Erin merely imagined it on herself, and her cheeks turned into molten lava, wishing she could bury her face in the fireplace to cool down.

"Madam said she specifically commissioned the tailor to make this according to your measurements," Theresa continued in a deadpan manner, as if it were not "the Emperor's new clothes," but an indestructible war robe. "According to Madam, men have practically zero defense against this kind of 'half-revealing' gear. It's no exaggeration to say, you just have to wear it to win."

"Wear it... to win?" Erin's breathing became rapid, her brain teetered on the edge of oxygen deprivation, and she reached out to take the garment.

Theresa gave her an encouraging look once more.

"That's right! For the future of the Campbell family, please change!"

Unfortunately—

Theresa had overestimated Erin's boldness in that regard, and ultimately, shame pierced through the fortress called reason.

Her face blushed so deeply it seemed like it might drip blood, and the white smoke emanating from her body made it unclear whether it was evaporated sweat or boiling steam.

To wear something like this to see Colin...

In her imagination, she was already standing at the door, seeing the face behind it go from being dumbstruck to infatuated, with the two ultimately heading for the clouds and rain of the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range.

"Ugh..."

Erin, whose brain completely overloaded, let out a short wail, tilted her head back, and her body swooned backward.

"Your Highness?!"

Theresa's quick reflexes sprang forward, catching Erin's slender and soft waist just before her back hit the ground.

Simultaneously, upstairs in the master bedroom, Vivian, happily munching on chips, froze mid-motion, jumping off the bed with a shiver.

At that instant, she felt Erin's heart rate soar beyond limits, the extreme shame and ecstasy nearly caused her head to burn out.

"What's going on?!"

Could it be some white-haired fox spirit had become so shameless as to flaunt themselves right under Lady Vivian's eyes?

Unbelievable!

Vivian's mind rang with alarm bells, her scarlet eyes glinting fiercely as she tossed aside her unfinished chips and sat cross-legged back on the bed.

"Don't think you'll succeed! Wahh..."

Logically speaking, even if a first embracer has a certain degree of control over their beloved, it shouldn't be easy for a Platinum Level transcendent to resist a Diamond Lord's influence.

Yet by chance, Erin's health bar was already emptied due to Theresa's relentless offensive, allowing Colin Family's vampire to find a gap and sneak in.

Almost instantly, Vivian's eyes cleared, but then she was nearly scared to death by the approaching breaths.

Holy—

What the...?!

What appeared in Vivian's view was not a ghost, but Theresa's face.

The typically serious female knight, at this moment, was flushed, breathing heavily, her eyes locked onto her, so close their noses were nearly touching.

Instinctively, Vivian wanted to dodge, but a strong arm caught her waist. This wasn't her body, and she couldn't harness her Diamond Level strength.

"Your Highness!"

Seeing Erin suddenly struggle, Theresa cried out, but Erin, using all her strength, fell backward, taking Theresa down onto the carpet.

The two piled atop each other, Vivian's mind nearly crashing, especially as a shameless black lace nightgown just happened to fall before her eyes.

No!

Vivian's chastity must not be lost here!

"Squeak—!"

A piercing scream exploded in Vivian's bedroom, and hearing the noise from upstairs, Theresa reflexively raised her head.

Just then, the connection between first embracer and beloved finally broke, and those reddened eyes once again tinted with emerald confusion.

What happened?

As Erin was filled with confusion, upstairs in the bedroom, a frightened Vivian had already shrunk into the corner of the bed.

She clutched her knees tightly, her face pale, her chest heaving violently, as if she had just crawled out from the Holy City's dungeon.

So this...

Is the bond between lord and knight in the human world?

Previously she had only seen it in Heneviet's novels and thought it nonsense, not realizing reality was more exaggerated than fiction.

Vivian extended a trembling little hand, wiping the cold sweat seeping from her forehead, the red eyes filled with fear in the midst of the quake.

"Humans... are truly terrifying..."

...

The night over Thunder City was deep, while thousands of kilometers away in the Holy City, the evening bell had just started to toll.

In the private prayer room of Saint Clement Cathedral, the silence was such that you could even hear the sound of candle flames burning.

The rays of the setting sun passed through the tall stained glass, turning into elongated beams that illuminated the creamy-white marble statue.

Countless tiny dust particles swirled around those soon-to-be-vanished pillars of light, much like mortals trying to grasp something in the torrent of history.

Lake Gregory, the elderly man universally known by the world as Gregory IX, sat alone on the bench before the statue.

At this moment, he held two letters in his hands.

The one in his left hand was from the distant Twilight Province, signed by Referee Chief Ximenes, effusing with fervor for divine grace and eagerness to claim credit.

In Ximenes's letter, it mentioned that, under the protection of the Holy Light, the chaos entrenched in the Twilight Province had scattered to ashes beneath the thunderous methods of the Judicial Court.

The newly formed "Holy Light Council" had become the Church's most loyal hound, holding firmly onto those heretics attempting to encroach upon divine authority.