The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1655 - 467: Strategic Redeployment (3)

A priest closed his eyes, drawing a cross on his chest, offering a sincere prayer for the noble Lady Knight.

Sacred Sith above—

Please let Her Highness stay in this world a while longer, do not so hastily take her away from your devoted servants...

The atmosphere in the Governor's Mansion hall was tinged with a faint sadness.

Actually, Erin didn't want it to be like this, especially since she knew she wouldn't die, and she didn't want people's unnecessary guilt to dilute the joy of victory.

Just as she was about to say something to break the sorrowful atmosphere, a bloated and comical figure spoke up before her.

That person was not a court jester but a genuine noble, dressed in splendid clothes, yet he looked more like a jester at that moment.

"Princess Erin! Princess Erin!"

Thelon Gard cried out in a shrill voice, squeezing through the crowd, and stumbled, "thud" fell to his knees at Erin's feet.

Erin was startled, watching as a greasy fat hand reached for her armor skirt, and she quickly stepped aside.

Theresa's hand was already on her sword, but seeing the other party was a noble and someone of seemingly high status, she just glared round-eyed, stopping her partly drawn sword.

Yet Thelon Gard ignored it.

Days of fear had destroyed his spirit, and he wept bitterly, like an abandoned baby by the roadside.

"You finally came! Your Highness! You must make a decision for me!"

"Wait a minute, first tell me who you are—"

"Thelon Gard! Count of Sparrow Wood Territory! Five hundred years ago we intermarried with the Campbell family—"

"Silence!" Erin hadn't said a word when Theresa roared in sudden rage.

Thelon was so frightened he shrank his neck, not daring to mention this matter again, and quickly cried about the brutality of the rebel army.

"The Salvation Army! That so-called 'Salvation Army'! They claim to be servants of Sacred Sith, but they're just a gang of looting bandits! They took over my castle and seized my territory! For the sake of Sacred Sith, Princess Erin, you must make a decision for me!"

Count Thelon wailed, not caring about his noble face, while everyone present was stunned.

Especially the priest of the Twilight City Cathedral, who stared at Count Thelon as if seeing an undead... this guy wasn't like this when he confessed at the altar!

Baron Elaric's face was flushed like a pig liver, wishing to find a crack to crawl into. In front of the Campbell people, this fat pig completely disgraced all the nobles of the Ryan Kingdom!

Does he think begging will earn the neighbors' respect?

They would only be more brazen in demanding benefits because they would think the nobles of the Ryan Kingdom are not worthy!

Yet, Thelon's count title is far above him, a mere baron.

Besides cursing inwardly, Elaric could only painfully avert his gaze, pretending to see nothing.

No one understood why Thelon would act like this, thinking he might have gone crazy, not knowing he was very clear-headed, even clearer than anyone here.

The Judicial Court is on its way here!

Others might not know what that angel signifies, but he's well aware, immediately realizing it's a ritual magic from the Holy City!

The King cannot "legally" revoke noble titles, but the Church Court's Judicial Court can.

He must convince Erin to reclaim Sparrow Wood Territory for him before they arrive, burying all mistakes in the dust.

Otherwise, if the Judicial Court knows he surrendered his land to a group of cultists, the destruction of Sparrow Wood Territory would be minor; his family would be utterly finished!

The hall instantly fell into a dead silence, everyone's gaze was focused on Erin, the scene becoming intensely awkward.

The Salvation Army is now camped outside the city.

Although the Campbell people may not know those guys, they were comrades who fought side by side after all; the request was somewhat thoughtless.

What if there were some backdoor dealings?

Even if there weren't, the Campbell Duchy is a vassal of His Majesty the King, and there's no way they'd clean up after a count for you.

Erin looked at the count in front of her, who was utterly devoid of dignity, and couldn't help but feel amused and helpless, as she indeed had some dealings with that so-called Holy Daughter.

That was Prince Colin's suggestion.

If her identity accidentally got exposed, Carian could cover for her with her Holy Daughter status and "Oracle," at least ensuring the Campbell family's honor remained intact.

Erin gave a knowing look to the knights beside her to help the man up.

"Anyway, please... speak while standing."

...

In contrast to the clinking glasses in the Governor's Mansion, the Salvation Army camp outside the city was solemn and quiet.

Despite being a huge army of tens of thousands, they did not enter the city but camped a few miles away on a plain.

A neat row of tents resembled a chessboard, patrolling soldiers with steady steps, and Brennan's booming voice could be heard on the training ground... that guy seemed to be losing his temper.

They didn't enter Twilight City.

As for the reasons, they're not complicated.

On one hand, the city's residents still harbored some prejudice against this complex army, not everyone trusted "Holy Maiden Carian" and her Oracle.