Seyka quickly discovered that no Nobles' quarters had been assigned to her. It was a deliberate humiliation, orchestrated by Prince Kyliam to favor his mistress Daphne. Perhaps he had prepared it before Seyka's arrival. Surely, he wouldn't have dared after the display earlier.

Instead of Nobles' quarters, Seyka was given a room suited for the lowest of servants. The High Priest of the Ryfkin Church, who had accompanied her to ensure she was treated properly, was outraged upon seeing the state of the room and immediately offered to take her to their local Church for better accommodations.

However, Seyka refused, calmly reminding him that the Gods' Decree required her to remain within the King's castle or properties.

The High Priest sighed in regret and apologized profusely.

Seyka remained impassive. The room was filthy, wholly unfit for her station. It was not just an insult, but a clear provocation.

As far as she was concerned, this was not merely a humiliation. It was a declaration of war. Seyka swore to herself she would make them pay for everything.

At least the pieces began to fall into place as the truth became clearer. Now, she understood the real reason she had been sent here, and it had nothing to do with playing Saint.

***

Prince Kyliam's cousin, Salvard, a red-haired, hulking Drake Knight and nephew to the King, soon arrived with a group of armed men. Upon seeing the quarters assigned to Seyka, he laughed openly, clearly delighted by his cousin's latest stunt. He taunted Seyka, but no matter what he said, she remained silent, not wishing to indulge him.

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The Ryfkin High Priest, visibly upset and shaken, did the same and lowered his gaze, unwilling to challenge one of the most feared Knights outside the Enclaved Kingdoms.

Salvard smirked, clearly looking down on them now. "I bet my cousin figured out the moment he saw you that you were a fraud. No way that Church of yours would ever send anyone of value. They hate us too much for that. And if there were any doubts—well, one look at your plain face says enough."

Seyka's patience thinned. She turned her eyes on him, then stared bitterly at his companions, who had joined in the laughter. She sighed, then began walking calmly toward the unwelcome group.

Salvard burst into louder laughter, amused by her composure.

Seyka's expression suddenly darkened. This was no longer about an insult to her. It was an affront to her mother, her Church, and above all—to Lord Schester.

The air was now so thick with Malevolence and corruption, it almost choked her. She needed to act fast.

Her summoned Bunny, a silent, deadly companion of hers, moved slowly toward the gathered Nobles. The men, suddenly wary, reached for their swords and activated their Wanderaz. Salvard followed suit, now visibly on edge.

But it was too late.

In a single, fluid motion, Seyka shattered Salvard's skull. The hulking body collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud. At the same time, her Bunny tore through the man's companions—slicing throats, snapping necks, and cutting them down with brutal efficiency. One tried to flee but was dragged back and ruthlessly executed.

The Ryfkin High Priest gasped, frozen in horror. Seyka hadn't even broken a sweat while defeating one of the strongest Knights of the United Kingdoms.

She stood over the corpse of the King's nephew, calm and unshaken.

"You…" the High Priest cried, backing away, his voice trembling.

"You're no Saint. You're a Saint Knight!"

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