Chapter 327: Hey, Show Me Your Legs
The golden scales manifested like twinkling starlight, threads of divine essence dancing through the air.
Their outline gradually crystallized, flickering with an almost living rhythm.
Golden light flowed like a river, instantly illuminating the entire chamber.
The radiance proved so brilliant that even Viktor found it somewhat dazzling.
Vega widened its single eye, observing intently.
It could clearly sense the Justice Goddess's divine power growing more potent.
Perhaps because Gwen had executed those cultists, transforming their sins into her karmic fruit.
Thus, she received the final acknowledgment from the Goddess of Justice.
After all, she had wielded a portion of the Justice Goddess's divine power to slay those cultists.
With a merciless sword, severing all evil thoughts from the world.
This was the true doctrine of the Goddess of Justice.
However, through the cultists' oral tradition, the goddess's teachings gradually became distorted, her justice warped into absolute obsession.
Rather than merely severing evil thoughts, they sought to eliminate even the common sources from which such thoughts arose.
And this obsessive justice was something human society absolutely could not accept.
Viktor's fingers lightly traced over Gwen's pure back, trailing across the scales marked there.
Through physical contact, her current level became visible.
Level 37
Indeed, she had grown significantly stronger.
At this rate, it wouldn't be long before Gwen ascended to become a true fourth-tier Grand Knight.
Viktor withdrew his hand.
Having Gwen eliminate those cultists was part of the plan all along.
When the "Goddess's Cultists" were killed, they would, like rats, spread pheromones to other cultists.
This information would spread rapidly like a plague.
And those cultists would swarm to seek revenge like maddened rats.
But when they finally discovered that their killer was none other than the very goddess they worshipped day and night.
At that moment, their faith would shatter.
No longer able to maintain their perceived justice, their twisted minds would transform into all manner of evil thoughts.
Finally, they would be eliminated by Gwen who represented justice, their sins becoming her power.
Achieving an ultimate virtuous cycle.
Therefore...
"The goddess's cultists want to use Gwen to manifest the goddess in this world, but I won't allow it."
Viktor spoke calmly, even as the golden scales emerged on Gwen's back, the light stinging his eyes.
When these evil and obsessive cultists were eliminated by the righteous Gwen, they would become fuel for her growth.
And along with that growth would come the strengthening of the Justice Goddess's remaining divine power.
As long as this continued, Gwen would keep growing stronger.
Humans would no longer remember the goddess's distorted teachings.
The Mage Council would become the only church worshipping the Goddess of Justice.
But it wasn't prepared for the true goddess either.
"The world doesn't need two identical goddesses."
Viktor's emotionless voice rang out.
Since the Mage Council was built upon hypocritical scales from the beginning, the Goddess of Justice they worship must also be false.
Not too extreme, right?
The true Goddess of Justice would exist in name only, and he wouldn't have to worry about Gwen becoming the true Goddess of Justice.
As long as everything proceeded according to plan.
Suddenly, Viktor looked up.
He sensed an unusual presence lingering outside the door.
Viktor reached out and lightly touched Gwen's bathrobe, causing the parted fabric to close again, covering her snow-white skin.
He gently pulled the blanket over Gwen, then stood and walked toward the door.
At the same time, intense flames ignited on his white shirt.
The surrounding air instantly filled with scorching heat.
Viktor waved his hand lightly, and under the purification of the flames, his black coat reformed over his body.
Red patterns briefly flickered across the coat's surface before gradually fading.
Having done this, he reached the door just as he extended his palm.
The doorknob turned automatically, opening the door.
Then, he saw her.
At the doorway, a white-haired, red-eyed young woman was kneeling.
Her body was wrapped in countless transparent magical threads, tracing alluring lines across her slender yet full figure.
Her arms were tightly bound to her sides, immobile.
The young woman lifted her face, appearing delicate and pitiful.
She knelt on the ground, raising her head to look at Viktor.
Her flowing red eyes showed traces of sorrow.
......
"Please allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Viktor."
The young woman stood gracefully in the room, bowing to Viktor.
"My name is Pricis Nisse, daughter of Count Laurien."
Viktor sat in his chair, carefully examining the young woman before him.
Her etiquette was impeccable, her attitude respectful.
Though she appeared to be around the same age as Aurelianne and Erica, she exuded an unusually mature air.
Perhaps this had to do with her upbringing in the count's household.
However...
Viktor propped his face with one hand, looking at her with a hint of suspicion in his eyes:
"As a count's daughter, coming to find me at this hour."
"What do you want?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the sleeping Gwen on the bed.
The hypnosis spell worked perfectly - Gwen would sleep peacefully until dawn.
His meaning was clear.
You, as Count Laurien's daughter, sneaking alone into a man's room late at night.
And not just any man - a newly arrived guest whom you barely know.
Coming to seek him out like this - if there wasn't something amiss, that would be strange.
Pricis noticed Viktor's suspicion. Her hands clasped tightly together as her expression tensed, showing extreme hesitation.
She remained silent for a moment before finally speaking:
"I know of you. You are a very powerful mage."
"Only you - only a powerful mage can help me. I hope you can help me."
She spoke with great urgency.
"I'm willing to pay any price."
Hearing this, Viktor sat up straighter.
His eyes carefully examined Pricis with scrutiny.
Feeling his somewhat aggressive gaze, the young woman gently closed her eyes, yet allowed Viktor's eyes to freely roam over her.
"Is that so?"
Viktor's voice rang out again, calm but with a hint of playfulness.
Pricis's body couldn't help but tremble.
She reopened her eyes, her face slightly flushed, her red eyes like ripe apples being gradually crushed, squeezing out a few tears.
But she still nodded.
"Y-yes."
"I'm willing to pay any price."
Viktor looked at her, his face expressionless.
He leaned back in his chair and asked calmly:
"Tell me what help you seek."
Pricis hurriedly said:
"Please save my mother."
"She's been locked in her room by my father, Count Laurien, not allowed to leave even a single step."
"If this continues, she will die in that room."
She pleaded desperately, her emotions becoming extremely sorrowful. Her brows furrowed, this time not from hesitation but from begging for salvation.
Pricis's body weakened, as if all her strength was being depleted, nearly collapsing to her knees before Viktor.
Her emotions burst forth with her words, tears flowing freely.
"Please... please help me."
Viktor's lips curved slightly upward, revealing an unmistakable look of mockery:
"I can help you, but first, I have one condition."
Pricis grabbed at this like a drowning person clutching at straws, nodding quickly.
"I-I can agree!"
"Then, show me your legs."
Viktor's words froze the crying young woman in place.
"W-what?"
She seemed completely unprepared for Viktor's response, her crying face frozen as she struggled to process anything.
Viktor stood up slowly, staring intently into Pricis's eyes as he spoke each word with severity:
"Lift your dress. Let me see your legs."
That overwhelming pressure made Pricis take a few steps back.
Immediately after, the magical power around Viktor suddenly erupted, actively tearing away the black dress covering the lower half of the young woman's legs.
Rip—
The black dress was torn to shreds by magical power, revealing Pricis's nonexistent lower body.
Where there should have been a pair of legs.
Now, there was only transparency.
Beneath the dress, only a pair of black boots stood on the ground, seemingly supporting her body.
Pricis's face instantly turned pale. She hurriedly fell to the ground, clutching her torn dress, trying desperately to cover her leg area.
However, it was all too late.
Now Viktor was looking at the young woman before him with dangerous eyes.
His voice became cold and merciless:
"Indeed, how could a normal person be restricted by the magical trap I casually set?"
As soon as he finished speaking, roaring flames erupted around Viktor.
The raging fire spread like waves, forming pillars of flame in the air.
But these flames didn't ignite anything, only making the surrounding air scorching hot.
The searing temperature began to sting Pricis's skin, the intense firelight reflecting off her pale face.
Pricis, who had been crying tears just moments ago, now showed traces of fear in her eyes.
She instinctively began to avoid the flames.
The fire wouldn't burn her, but the heat would affect her.
The scorching heat became like poisonous snakes slithering around her body, the burning sensation making Pricis feel suffocated.
Her lungs felt as if they were being squeezed by a pair of superheated giant hands, with only intense burning filling her lungs and throat.
The air became scalding, momentarily making it impossible to breathe.
Viktor stood with his hands in his pockets, his coat also igniting with flames.
The fire behind him seemed to transform into a fierce beast, licking at the parched, agitated air.
Surrounded by flames, he remained as composed as ever.
His feet stepped on the roaring fire, while the corners of his eyes burned with scorching light.
Yet beneath the intense flames flowed endless coldness, like solid ice wrapped in fire, completely filling the scorching air with cold.
"Late at night, yet you insist on disturbing my rest with my lady."
His calm voice gradually rose, mixing the collision of heat and cold, seeming somewhat chaotic:
"I'm curious, since you knew I was a powerful mage."
"A mere wandering spirit."
"How dare you roam freely before me?"
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