As the sun vanished beneath the horizon and the bright moon rose high into the sky, Yuan and his wives completed their preparations to strike down the remaining followers of the Holy Church still hiding within the city.
Everyone wore black attire to blend seamlessly into the shadows of the night. This would be a precise yet lethal assault—their mission: to cleanse the city of every last trace of the Holy Church. The time had finally come for that cursed institution to vanish from this world once and for all.
"Princess Livia, we're ready to begin the operation. However, I don't want you to accompany us. You'll only get in the way. You're too weak," Yuan said with a nonchalant expression, unbothered by whether or not his words offended her. It was simply the truth.
