Chapter 62: Go, Sister!

“D-Don’t try to act tough!”

The burly man in the lead forced himself to speak, but his voice was already beginning to tremble.

“We’re three grown men, you think we’d be scared of a little girl like you?”

Even as he spoke, beads of sweat the size of beans began to roll down his forehead.

Avira slowly drew her sword.

The blade reflected a chilling gleam under the sunlight.

A faint humming sound resonated in the air.

It was the sound of the sword cutting through the air.

“Hehe, this is fun.”

She let out a manic laugh, her blood-red eyes flashing with madness.

At that moment, the three burly men finally noticed Avira’s eyes.

“V-Vampire!”

The lead man’s face instantly turned as pale as paper, his voice cracking.

“She’s a vampire!”

The other two also recognized Avira’s identity, so frightened their souls nearly fled their bodies.

Their legs began to tremble.

“Run!”

“The vampire’s going to kill us!”

The three turned and tried to run.

But how could Avira possibly let them escape?

“Trying to run?”

Her figure vanished from where she stood, leaving behind only a blood-red afterimage.

In the next instant, she appeared in front of the three men, her speed so fast the naked eye couldn’t catch it.

“Too late.”

A flash of the sword.

The three men’s hamstrings were severed.

They screamed in agony and fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

Blood dyed the cobblestone street red, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

“Spare us! Please, have mercy!”

“We didn’t know who we were dealing with!”

“We beg you, let us go!”

The three of them knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing, their foreheads starting to bleed.

Sylvia watched this scene.

Not only did she not stop it, she quietly cheered on the side.

“Go, Sister, go.”

Her voice was soft, but her tone was very earnest.

Her little fists were clenched in a gesture of encouragement.

Hearing her little sister’s cheer, the madness in Avira’s eyes grew even fiercer.

She raised her sword, ready to end the three men in a single stroke.

“Die.”

Just then, a commanding voice rang out.

“Stop!”

Uther VII walked out from the alley’s entrance, his Holy Light Armor gleaming brilliantly.

Behind him followed several fully armed Temple Knights, their footsteps echoing through the narrow alley.

Seeing the situation before him, the Pope furrowed his brow.

“Your Holiness, Lady Avira.”

He greeted them respectfully, but a hint of concern flashed in his eyes.

“What happened here?”

Sylvia pointed at the three burly men on the ground.

“They were robbing that old man.”

“And gave me really disgusting looks.”

Her voice was full of obvious displeasure, her cheeks puffed out slightly.

Following her finger, Uther VII looked to the corner.

The elderly man who’d been robbed was cowering in the corner, clutching his money pouch tightly to his chest.

The Pope’s face darkened instantly, anger burning in his eyes.

“To dare commit violence before the Holy One!”

He turned to the three men, his voice filled with authority.

“And you even dared to show disrespect to the Holy One!”

“This is a capital offense!”

Seeing the Pope, the three men grew even more terrified.

“Y-Your Holiness the Pope!”

“We didn’t know she was the Holy One!”

“Please, have mercy!”

Their voices trembled, and their trousers were already soaked through.

Uther VII snorted coldly.

“Ignorance is no excuse.”

He raised his right hand, and dazzling holy light began to gather in his palm.

The radiance grew so bright it was impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

The temperature in the air started to rise.

“To commit a crime before the Holy One.”

“There is no escape from death!”

The holy light burst forth with overwhelming power.

The three burly men didn’t even have time to scream before the holy light reduced them to ashes.

Not even a trace was left behind, only scorch marks on the ground.

Avira put away her sword with some annoyance.

“Hey, old man, I wasn’t done playing yet.”

She looked at Uther VII, obvious displeasure in her tone.

“You stole my prey.”

Uther VII hurried to apologize, cold sweat streaming down his face.

“My apologies, Lady Avira.”

“But scum like that aren’t worthy to die by your sword.”

“Let the holy light purify them—that’s enough.”

Avira curled her lip, not pursuing the matter further.

After all, those guys were dead anyway; the result was the same.

At this moment, the old man in the corner shakily stood up.

“Y-Your Holiness the Pope.”

His voice trembled, clearly still not recovered from the recent shock.

“Thank you for saving me.”

Uther VII looked at the old man, surprise flickering in his eyes.

“You know who I am?”

The old man nodded, bowing respectfully.

“My name is Thomas. I used to work as a handyman at the cathedral.”

“I’ve seen you a few times.”

Uther VII nodded in sudden understanding.

“I see.”

He turned to look at Sylvia, the fervor in his eyes reigniting.

“Truly, the Holy One is full of compassion!”

“Even a common old man must be protected!”

“This is a miracle!”

“The compassion of the Holy One has even touched Lady Avira!”

“Made her take the initiative to save the innocent!”

Sylvia pressed her forehead, headache rising.

Here we go again.

She clearly hadn’t done anything—her sister just couldn’t stand those guys.

How did it become her achievement again?

Avira saw her sister’s expression and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Sis, you’ll get used to it.”

She whispered, her voice full of fondness.

“No matter what you do, they’ll imagine it as a miracle.”

Sylvia let out a helpless sigh.

“I just wanted to have a peaceful walk.”

Her voice carried a clear note of grievance.

At this moment, the old man came forward.

“Thank you, ladies, for saving my life.”

He bowed respectfully to Sylvia and Avira, his eyes brimming with gratitude.

“I have nothing with which to repay you.”

“If it weren’t for you two, I’d go hungry tonight.”

Sylvia waved her hand.

“No need to thank me, my sister’s the one who saved you.”

The old man looked at Avira, eyes full of gratitude.

“Thank you, miss.”

“You’re my lifesaver!”

Avira impatiently waved her hand.

“I just couldn’t stand those guys.”

“I wasn’t trying to save you.”

But the old man insisted on expressing his gratitude.

“No matter what, you’re my benefactor.”

“I’ll never forget your kindness!”

Uther VII, standing to the side, was so moved his voice trembled.

“Did you see that?”

“This is the Holy One’s power to inspire!”

“Even Lady Avira has been touched!”

“She’s now actively doing good!”

“This is an unprecedented miracle!”

Avira’s eyes flashed with danger at these words.

The killing intent welled up again.

“Old man, if you keep spouting nonsense—”

“Believe me, I’ll cut you down too.”

Uther VII immediately shut his mouth, but the fervor in his eyes didn’t diminish in the slightest.

Instead, he grew even more excited.

Sylvia watched this unfold and felt her headache worsen.

“Sis, let’s go back.”

She said softly, her voice tired.

“I don’t want to walk around anymore.”

Avira nodded.

“All right, let’s go home.”

She took Sylvia’s hand, ready to leave this troublesome place.

Uther VII quickly followed.

“Your Highnesses, let me escort you back.”

“There might be other dangers on this street.”

Avira let out a cold laugh.

“With me here, what danger would dare approach?”

But she didn’t refuse the Pope’s escort.

After all, having one more person to clean up trouble wasn’t a bad thing.

The group left the alley.

The old man watched their departing figures, his eyes full of gratitude.

He clutched his recovered money pouch tightly.

It was all the money he’d earned that day.

If it had been stolen, he would’ve gone hungry tonight.

“Truly, I’ve met good people today.”

He murmured to himself, tears in his eyes.

“That young lady is really kindhearted.”

“And that Holy One—such compassion.”

***

On the other side, Sylvia and Avira returned to the villa under the Pope’s escort.

“We got some good things today.”

Avira looked at the little rabbit and flower wreath in Sylvia’s hands, her eyes full of affection.

“As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters.”

Sylvia nodded.

“Even though there was trouble at the end.”

“But overall, it was still a pleasant day.”

Uther VII, standing beside them, exclaimed in excitement.

“This outing was truly meaningful!”

“The Holy One displayed compassion!”

“Lady Avira displayed justice!”

“These are all manifestations of miracles!”

“I must record this at once and spread it throughout the entire Alliance!”

Listening to the Pope’s muttering, Sylvia grumbled furiously in her heart.

Compassion? Justice?

They were just two sisters going out like normal.

Why, in this old man’s eyes, did everything become tied to miracles?

Avira saw her sister’s helpless expression and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Sis, want me to sew his mouth shut?”

She half-joked, but the killing intent in her eyes was real.

Sylvia quickly shook her head.

“Sis, that would cause problems.”

Avira sighed regretfully.

“That really is a pity.”