"What?"
The mont Ciel heard those words, every trace of annoyance vanished from her face completely.
Her green eyes widened brightly while her entire body froze for half a second like her brain had stopped working properly.
Then...She practically flew off the bed.
The large mattress sank violently behind her as she hurriedly fixed her clothes with chaotic movents.
Her long red hair was still ssy from rolling around earlier while the thin straps of her swimsuit nearly slipped from her shoulders again during her panic.
At this point, dignity had already abandoned the battlefield.
BAM!
The door burst open with enough force to make the maid blink once in surprise.
Ciel stood there breathing quickly while staring directly at the maid like a starving person looking at food after ten days.
The maid remained calm as always.
Well....mostly calm.
Her eyes slowly moved downward for a brief mont before a tiny twitch appeared near her eyebrow.
There were... certain suspicious signs on Ciel’s body.
Unfortunately, the maid was experienced enough to understand exactly what those signs ant.
Thankfully, she was also experienced enough not to comnt on it if she valued her continued survival.
"What did you say?" Ciel asked imdiately. Her voice was filled with excitent, anticipation, and enough hope to frighten normal people.
The maid straightened her posture slightly before replying calmly.
"There was a sudden ssage from the Saint’s guardians. The Saint is currently on his way here following your invitation."
For a mont....Ciel simply stared blankly.
Then her entire face lit up so brightly it almost looked holy.
"Really?!" Earlier, she had been cursing Cecilia in her heart for ruining everything.
But now? Uriel was coming here himself.
Directly into her territory. Honestly, if this was not fate, then fate itself needed a better definition.
"He’s coming..." Ciel whispered softly.
Then suddenly...She leaped forward and hugged the maid tightly...very tightly.
The maid nearly lost balance as Ciel pressed her entire body against her with enough emotional force to crush bones.
Unfortunately....the maid also felt sothing slightly sticky cling onto her uniform.
A terrible silence filled her soul. Still, despite the ntal damage she had just received, the maid maintained her professional expression heroically.
"My lady," she said calmly, "they are already on the way. The Duke asked to prepare you before their arrival."
"Hehehe..." Ciel slowly pulled back while laughing in a way that sounded deeply concerning for society as a whole.
"Finally..." Her cheeks were slightly red while her eyes practically sparkled with dangerous excitent.
"What I wanted has finally appeared before !" The maid could only watch silently as her young miss sank deeper into delusion.
Unfortunately, Ciel seed to have forgotten one very important fact. The Saint himself had absolutely no interest in such things.
And even worse...If the church ever discovered she was trying sothing improper with the Holy Saint...
Well...The consequences would be horrifying. Honestly, even God himself might look down from heaven and say: "Absolutely not."
Still, Ciel remained completely unaware of the disaster waiting in the future.
She suddenly struck a proud victory pose in the middle of the hallway like a conquering hero returning from war.
"Anyways!" she declared confidently. "I need to get dressed imdiately, so don’t disturb !"
BAM!
Before the maid could even respond, the giant door slamd shut directly in front of her face again. Silence returned to the hallway.
The maid stood there quietly for several long seconds.
Then she slowly looked toward the ceiling with the tired eyes of soone who had already accepted suffering as part of life.
In the end, there was only one thing left for her to hope for.
"...Please let this horny idiot not destroy the entire Scarlet family."
******
Three hours passed surprisingly fast.
Outside the enormous Scarlet Estate, the giant front gates had already been opened completely while countless servants stood lined up in neat rows.
Even the guards standing near the walls had polished their armor until it reflected light like mirrors.
Honestly, the entire estate looked less like a noble family welcoming a guest and more like a kingdom preparing to receive a god.
At the very front stood Duke Scarlet himself.
The man was tall and broad shouldered with a body that still looked powerful despite his age.
Short red hair rested above his sharp eyes while a large red moustache covered half his face proudly.
He looked exactly like the kind of man who could punch through a wall and then complain the wall hurt his hand.
Beside him stood three beautiful won.
And strangely enough...all three looked nearly identical. The sa green hair.
The sa green eyes.
Even their expressions looked similar enough to confuse people at first glance.
These were the Duke’s three wives.
Triplets. The eldest was Lady Ceararose Scarlet.
The second was Lady Searose Scarlet.
And the youngest was Lady Maryrose Scarlet.
The three won stood elegantly beneath the sunlight while several maids remained quietly behind them attending to every small need imdiately.
anwhile...on the other side of the Duke stood Ciel. Today, she looked completely different from earlier.
Her long red hair had been tied carefully into a beautiful knot decorated with golden ornants while her luxurious red dress flowed elegantly around her body.
Golden embroidery decorated the upper part of the dress and continued softly near the lower edges around her feet.
Around her neck rested a magnificent red gemstone necklace that sparkled brightly whenever sunlight touched it.
Surprisingly...she had not dressed seductively at all. Originally, Ciel had seriously considered wearing sothing far more revealing.
Unfortunately, after several minutes of deep thought, she realized sothing important.
Uriel was blind.
There was honestly very little value in spending two hours preparing a seductive attack against soone who physically could not see it.
Thus, she chose elegance instead.
Though sadly for humanity, her thoughts remained exactly the sa underneath the dress.
’Where are you, my Saint...’ Ciel smiled beautifully while standing gracefully beside her family.
’Just a few more hours...Hehehe...’ A quiet creepy laugh escaped from her lips while excitent filled her green eyes.
Behind her, the maid quietly watched this shaless noblewoman with tired eyes.
Even without mind-reading magic, she could already tell Ciel was imagining things that would definitely get normal people arrested by the church.
’Tsk....I just hope the Saint survives whatever madness she is planning.’
At that mont...from the distance, the sound of rolling carriage wheels slowly echoed across the road.
Everyone imdiately turned their attention forward. And soon...Three luxurious horse carriages appeared in the distance beneath the sunlight.
The carriages moved together in perfect formation. The first carriage was black.
Several church officials and attendants could already be seen inside.
The second carriage was pure white with golden decorations covering its surface beautifully. Above it rested a small statue of the Goddess herself.
That was the Saint’s carriage. And behind them...The third carriage quietly rolled forward beneath the sunlight.
It was Gray.
The mont Duke Scarlet saw it, his expression shifted slightly.
"The Massacre carriage..." he muttered quietly. Unlike the others, no attendants could be seen around it.
Truthfully, that only made it more terrifying. Because everyone knew exactly who traveled inside those gray carriages.
The church’s execution force. The killers hidden beneath holy authority.
The Hounds of Massacre. Even powerful nobles avoided provoking those monsters whenever possible.
The carriages slowly stopped before the estate gates. Then...The doors of the black carriage opened first.
Priests and Bishops ca into view and one after another, they stepped down calmly before forming orderly lines around the white carriage at the center.
The atmosphere instantly beca solemn.
Then a loud voice echoed across the front gates.
"Please welco the Saint of the Holy Empire..." The priests lowered their heads respectfully.
"The Third Saint in history..."
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