She walked up to Marquis Curtis and, just as everyone was wondering what she was going to do, she rolled up her sleeves and punched him right on the bridge of his nose.

  "Xīn xī yà!" Accompanied by a wail, Xīn xī yà could be certain that the damned marquis's nasal bone was definitely broken.

  "I told you so! This holy maiden will get into trouble sooner or later, just look at her arrogant and overbearing temperament!"

  "Marquis Curits is also too pitiful."

  "Cynthia's temperament is indeed not suitable for being a saint, she lacks compassion and mercy, God will not like it, so since her ascension, there has been no divine revelation."

  "It can't be blamed on her, after all, it's been hundreds of years since the last time a god descended."

  “...”

  This scene brought Cynthia's arrogance to an extreme and also made her hear many voices she wanted to hear.

  Next is to admit one's mistake.

  Cynthia swung her hands and walked back, pinched the hem of her skirt with both hands, and knelt down in front of the queen, "I really like Marquis Curtis, I didn't deny it."

  "Xia!" Luojia's expression changed.

  "But it was Curtis who seduced me first!" Cynthia's eyes reddened for a few seconds, her slender fingers pointing at Curtis, her voice trembling with tears, "He gave me illusions, told me he'd elope with me, and asked me to give up being the Holy Maiden."

  "It was Xylia who could not resist the temptation and desecrated the Radiant God." She bowed her head again, crawling on the ground in fear, saying: "Mother, I am willing to give up my position as Holy Maiden, voluntarily exile myself from Tamriel, to atone for my sin."

  "Your Highness! How dare you speak like that!" Curtis clutched his bleeding nose, pain causing him to jump up from the hard red carpet with utter incredulity.

  This spirit of dying together is still quite advocated by Cynthia, she only has this one choice to protect herself, so the marquis can't think of a good way out, and that punch is considered light.

  As for the truth of the matter, it was settled from the moment Cynthia admitted it.

  The Pope is only concerned with whether Cynthia has been tainted by Curtis, and her accusations will also implicate Curtis along with her, or even more severely.

  The saint would not lie even after admitting things.

  "Cynthia! What proof do you have?" Curtis even forgot his gentlemanly manners, half of his face covered in blood as he bellowed at her.

  Luo Ya's eyes clouded over, his beautiful fingers grasping the hilt of the precious sword at his waist. "Mind your words, Marquis."

  Cynthia was quite moved, after all, he is her own brother, unfortunately, she has to sail far away.

  She smiled coldly at Curtis and said, "Then what do you think is your strong point that's worth winning my heart?"

  "Your appearance is not as good-looking as your brother's, and your figure is like that of a dwarf, or perhaps it's your wealth?" Cynthia paused for a moment, then sneered: "Your mansion isn't even as big as one of my living rooms, let alone compared to your brother's. So, apart from that silver-tongued mouth of yours, what else do you have, Marquis Curtis?"

  "You don't even have the qualifications to kiss the back of my hand."

  Cynthia said with extreme pride and arrogance.

  But what she said was all true.

  She slapped Curtis's face again, believing this was more painful than breaking his nasal bone.

  Xin Si Ya called out "ge ge" (older brother) twice, her eyes looking up at him with a soft gaze. He reached out his hand to gently stroke her hair, sighing: "It's my fault for not teaching you well."

  He said this as an older brother.

  The queen on the throne was even more depressed, she just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible, she raised her scepter high.

  "Cynthia, from this day on, you are relieved of your duties as the Holy Maiden of the Temple of Light and exiled to Tamriel. May the blessings of the Eight be upon you, and may you return from the darkness."

  "Revoke all titles and lands of Marquis Cortis, banish him to Tamriel, where he will complete his penance and atone for his sins, his soul purified by the fires of guilt."

  Two orders made Cynthia breathe a sigh of relief, at least her life was saved, and if she ignored the murderous gaze of Earl Curtis, she would feel even better.

  After being stirred up by her like this, Marquis Curtis was taken away by the knights, and she was also carried out of the great hall horizontally by Loga on the grounds of a headache.

  I was in my brother's arms, walking through the long corridor built with Roman stone pillars, and what came into view was a rose garden full of blooming flowers.

  "Xia, why must you acknowledge?" Loga sighed softly, looking down at the ball curled up in her arms with a pitiful gaze, "Do you know the consequences of going to Tamerolia?"

  Forgive Cynthia, she really didn't know. She raised her head, and her bright, moist eyes blinked, "I don't know, but in any case I will be punished for insulting the Radiant God, and the position of Holy Maiden is no longer suitable for me. It's better to boldly admit it."

  Luò jiā was gazed at by her, his expression softened, and he carried her into the rose bushes, putting her on a stone bench. He squatted down in front of her, covering her face with his hands, "Does your head still hurt?"

  A tall and handsome man knelt before her, his light blue eyes gazing at her intently.

  Cynthia's heartbeat skipped half a beat, she lowered her eyes, put her hands on her knees and said softly: "You know I'm deliberately dragging out the time."

  "Brother, you'll protect me, right?" Cynthia placed her hand over the large hand on her cheek.

  For her initiative, Loga's eyes were somewhat deep, "I'm glad you gave up Curtis."

  "Hmm?" Cynthia raised her eyes and looked into his, where there seemed to be some other emotions mixed in.

  Loga's thumb stroked his sister's face, which was so pale it seemed to be dripping with water. He stood up and gave her a light kiss on the forehead. "You won't come to harm, go to Tameria first, I'll definitely bring you back."

  His lips left a mark on Cynthia's forehead, sending shivers down her spine.

  It doesn't seem like an illusion, does this brother's attitude towards her seem a bit too intimate?

  Cynthia was puzzled by her brother's attitude, and it became even more apparent when she said she could walk but he insisted on carrying her back to the dormitory.

  "Tamoria... is it really that bad?"

  She had been protected too well since childhood, Loga put the person on a soft four-poster bed and put the pillow behind her back before speaking, "Where the Dark God is incarnate, the racial chaos there is not peaceful."

  "Dark God... hasn't fallen?" Cynthia leaned against the headboard, her eyes filled with doubt. Even in her imperial era, there was no news about the Dark God. Everyone believed in the Light God, but this god had never descended upon them.

  "He's hiding in Tamoria, I sent troops there once before." Loga thought of something unpleasant and his face fell, a shadow crossing his handsome features, but he quickly regained his composure and reached out to pull the silk covers over her.