Her fingertips wiped across her wet cheek and she brought it close to her nose to sniff gently. The strong, sweet and cloying smell made Greviera's head dizzy. Her Royal Highness the saint is not ignorant of worldly affairs. Sometimes she can hear the chatting among the nuns and can roughly understand what this blood clan girl is doing. But generally, shouldn't things like this be done quietly by oneself in a private place? Why is this disheveled girl in the ruins at the foot of the snow-capped mountain... And even though she clearly knows that someone is coming, she doesn't stop. Instead, she becomes even more energetic and directly splashes Greviera all over. The soft fox fur at the collar of the cloak was completely soaked. Greviera had to untie the rope and throw the cloak on the ground. The interior of the ruins is not as cold as the outside. After entering the gate, it is like entering another world. Greviera originally wanted to enter the ruins to find the pope, but she didn't expect that just a few steps after entering the door, she saw a blood clan girl masturbating by the wall of the corridor. Is she really a blood clan? It seems not entirely accurate... Although the girl's skin is as white and translucent as jade, it is not completely as sickly pale as a pure-blooded blood clan. A wisp of thin blood color sets off the girl's soft facial features even more vividly. Her rose-red eyes are moist, her dark red long hair is as smooth as silk, and her limbs are long and well-proportioned. She was lost in a trance because of her just blooming. A layer of hazy mist blurred her slightly aggrieved eyes. The wet dress tightly clinging to her chest and lower abdomen was semi-transparent, slightly rising and falling with her light breathing. So it's a half-blood. That makes sense. But this might be the most beautiful creature Greviera has ever seen, a delicate work of art, personally shaped by a god who favors young girls. So lovely, yet doing such blasphemous things. Greviera became inexplicably irritable. This mood is very strange. She has never had it before, never felt it, and never understood it. The saint of ice heart should have lost the ability to perceive emotions. It's all because of that night. Greviera thus became enemies with the blood clan. She does not really feel anger or hatred. This is more like a cold sense of duty. Greviera just doesn't want the suffering she endured that night to happen to others again. But now seeing this half-blood girl doing that kind of thing in front of her, the pure saint couldn't help but tighten her thighs and rub them gently. The strange magic that burst out from the ruins knocked down everyone in the camp. This half-blood girl might know something. She must be captured and interrogated carefully. And she will interrogate personally. While thinking like this in her heart, Greviera lifted the rune steel staff covered with a thin layer of frost and pointed the transparent aquamarine inlaid on the top of the staff at the half-blood girl. But just when she was about to solemnly declare war on the half-blood girl, a gorgeous and splendid light suddenly burst out from under the half-blood girl's skirt, like a star hanging between the deep dark night sky. The interior of the gloomy ruins was illuminated as brightly as daytime. "Hey!? Again, it's shining!?" This seemed to be unexpected for the half-blood girl. Her beautiful voice like a lark uttered an exclamatory question. Only then did Greviera notice that there was actually a small ornament shaped like a pearl on the girl's there. ——That place... Can it actually... Greviera's mind suddenly went blank. It was like opening a door to a new world. All of a sudden, a lot of new knowledge that she couldn't accept was forcibly instilled into her. The pure saint swallowed dryly and slowly lowered her head to look at her own... "Rogue! Shameless!" Almost blurted out, Greviera didn't even know why she shouted in such a sharp voice. She couldn't understand her current mood. "Lecherous half-blood! How dare you appear on imperial territory. Is there anything else you want to defend yourself with?" The runes were faintly emerging on the surface of the aquamarine on top of the staff. A frost attribute destruction magic was being brewed. "Rogue!? Lecherous!? I... I'm not..." Being so insulted by the saint whom she had single-handedly raised, Daphne was extremely aggrieved. Greviera's face, which should have been cold and silent, was now blushing. For the first time in twelve years, Daphne saw her show such an expression. The title of saint of ice heart is not necessarily a compliment. Greviera has many times massacred blood clan disguisers under the eyes of imperial civilians. When the hot and bright red liquid splashed on her face, she never showed any reaction. The sky-full of ice blades cut that almost unrecognizable piece of flesh again and again until it was completely shredded. Efficiently executing those blood clans who exposed their disguises, killing them once and then tearing the corpses into pieces. When the saint repeated these tasks, she had an expressionless face, like a puppet without emotions. Those civilians spread this title out of fear. They said that this saint has no heart, or perhaps, her heart is frozen by a thick layer of ice. "If not, then quickly make it go out!" Greviera heard Daphne's vehement denial, but her tone became even more agitated. She waved the staff with floating ice-colored runes in her hand. "I want to, but..." Daphne had no idea why this thing would suddenly shine. In a panic, she accidentally touched the top edge again, causing a violent twitching and trembling. "Eek!♡——!" In an instant, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness left. After a short moment of trance, Daphne's thoughts and consciousness quickly recovered. The light in her vision dimmed and the orb went out. But before she could be happy, when she looked up, she saw that the anger and shyness on Greviera's face became even stronger. The platinum hair by the saint's cheeks was completely soaked and messy, sticking to her skin. After taking off the cloak, her thin pure white saint's dress was drenched. The round contours of her chest and the mermaid lines on both sides of her lower abdomen were outlined extremely clearly. It's over. Daphne now just wants to dig a hole and bury her head in shame. Of course, Greviera couldn't understand Daphne's tangled psychology at this time. She just wanted to enter the ruins to find her godfather, Bertram. She didn't expect to be splashed all over by a strange half-blood girl. And it was twice! "The blood clan is unforgivable." The saint really couldn't distinguish her own complex emotions at this time. She could only act according to her usual principles and raised the staff in her hand. "The lecherous half-blood is even more unforgivable!"