Chapter 574: You moved the Holy Light without permission; do you know your crime?

Under the admiring gaze of his younger brother, Albert left the room.

This "small city" was his father's territory; he had his own mansion in Holy Radiance City, a magnificent building constructed of white marble.

The garden was planted full of Moon God flowers transported from the south, which were considered heavenly treasures in this country, guarded day and night by twelve fully armed knights.

When Albert's carriage rolled over the gold-sand-paved courtyard, the old butler William was already waiting in the foyer with a physician.

Seeing the dents on his master's armor, William's graying eyebrows knitted into a knot: "My Lord, do you need me to notify the Lady?"

"No need." Albert's movement to unbuckle his shoulder armor tugged at his wound, and dark red blood had already soaked through his inner lining. "Just say I scraped it at the training grounds."

But Marianne came anyway. As she lifted her skirt to walk through the long corridor, the tips of her spiral-curled twin tails were damp with morning dew; she had clearly just rushed over from the prayer room.

The high-collared chiffon dress wrapped her tightly, and only the wrists occasionally revealed beneath the lace cuffs were blindingly white.

"Holy Light be above!" She sat beside her husband, her eyelashes casting trembling shadows on her cheeks.

When she discovered the golden light particles remaining in the wound, her fingertips, coated in ointment, paused imperceptibly; these were traces of the Holy See's high-level divine arts.

Albert reached out and rubbed his wife's head: "I was scratched by a newly trained magical beast."

This lie was not very clever; who in Holy Radiance City didn't know that a magical beast capable of injuring "Iron Wall Albert" hadn't been born yet?

Marianne lowered her head to tie the bandage, her spiral curls falling to hide her expression.

She deliberately let her healing spell linger for a moment, and only when her husband's muscles relaxed did she ask softly: "Are you still going to patrol the Northern Border tomorrow?"

"Mm." Albert closed his eyes and leaned against the soft cushion, letting his wife wipe the sweat from his temples.

Marianne smiled and said: "Then you should get some good rest tonight."

Albert was indeed tired and had no energy for other things; he was busy with work every day, so he returned to his room and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing her husband already fast asleep against the soft couch, Marianne tiptoed to cover him with a silver fox fur blanket, taking one last look at her husband's furrowed brows before closing the door.

"William." At the corner of the corridor, Marianne's skirt bloomed like an Epiphyllum: "Go find out who the Lord met today."

Twenty minutes later, the old butler knelt on one knee holding an intelligence report: "The Third Young Master used Holy Light to snap the master's greatsword at the martial arts arena."

The crystal lamp shattered into fragments in Marianne's eyes. She and her husband had a very deep bond; they had both studied at the Holy See, where they met and pledged their lives to each other.

Now that her husband had been defeated by Alfred, the biggest good-for-nothing in daily life, she felt her husband could not possibly be reconciled to it. If he didn't vent this frustration, Marianne wouldn't be happy either.

"Prepare the carriage, go to the old Castro residence." Marianne's movement of untying her apron was like a swordsman removing armor, the crystal hairpin in her hair chiming.

At this moment, Li Chen was studying "The Seven Movements of Holy Light," a secret manual stolen by Xuan Ji from the Holy See's forbidden book section.

As for how to get there, it was certainly going openly and aboveboard. With Li Chen's status, he could go to any church as he pleased; people would even kneel and beg Li Chen to come.

The twisted ancient divine scripts on the parchment looked like heavenly books to others, but Li Chen's photographic memory allowed him to easily crack the key points within.

Once he learned these, "bluffing" would be even simpler in the future. To give the Pope a surprise, Li Chen had put in the effort, though it was actually not difficult for him.

Now, even a Cardinal could not detect the authenticity of the Holy Light on Li Chen. To be precise: the Cardinal himself might not be more authentic than Li Chen.

"Interesting." Li Chen's fingertips condensed a rune in the shape of a six-winged angel; this was the "Great Holy Word" that even a Cardinal might not have mastered.

Suddenly, a "Boom—" explosion came from the courtyard; two streams of Holy Light energy were clashing.

Very well, I will rewrite this strictly according to your requirements, ensuring that everyone who sees Li Chen must kneel immediately, without the qualification to stand and argue.

When Li Chen's figure appeared at the turn of the corridor, the entire courtyard instantly fell into dead silence. ===== CHAPTER 575 =====