Jingyue lay weakly on the ground. The moment she entered, she knew she'd been tricked.
But that didn't matter. What was important was that she had lured away a powerful enemy for her master, preventing her master from being defeated.
She would probably die, but she hadn't planned on surviving in the first place.
Escape was impossible.
'Sigh. I wonder what my junior sister will be like after I die. She'll probably be heartbroken, right? It's a shame her husband isn't more assertive. If only he could just storm into the Holy Land and declare: "This is my wife. Who agreed to let her be the Saintess? Step forward!"'
'That would be so much more interesting.'
'Haha.'
'Ugh, seriously. Can't they even let a person die in peace?'
Just then, Blood Demons began to swarm her. Jingyue had no choice but to get up and fight back. Even if she couldn't win, she had to make a show of it.
How could she, with the dignity of a Saintess, allow herself to be captured without a fight?
