ALL NOVEL chapter 19
Chapter 19, This is the Path of Life!
Looking at the withered palm burning with enchanting flames, the maid’s gaze remained calm as she extended her right hand—the hand holding the dagger—before the withered palm.
The fingers of the withered palm gradually tightened, slowly gripping the maid’s right wrist.
Hiss, hiss…
The enchanting flames flickered, the stench of burning flesh pervading the entire room.
The maid’s face turned pale, cold sweat pouring down her forehead, as if she were enduring some extreme agony.
Yet in her eyes, there was a fervent emotion brewing, like a devotee witnessing the arrival of a miracle!
Moments later, the withered palm released the maid’s wrist and retreated back into the black hole-like vortex.
That terrifying aura vanished, as if it had never existed.
But the enchanting flames still lingered, blazing fiercely on the maid’s right hand, along with the dagger!
“Heretic Priest?”
Cecilia’s voice returned to this world, filled with unspeakable anger:
“You filthy rats from the sewers dare to appear before me?”
“Rats? To the noble Princess, we are indeed just rats.”
The maid raised her eyes, the flames reflected in her cold gaze, alongside Cecilia’s somewhat pale face.
Her expression was mocking:
“But, oh noble Princess, you are about to be killed by a lowly rat.”
The maid vanished once more.
Then she appeared before Cecilia.
The dagger, ablaze with flames, pierced toward Cecilia’s heart at an awkward angle, mercilessly.
“Hmph, dreaming!”
Cecilia let out a cold snort, an even more terrifying chill erupting from her delicate body, everything around her instantly torn to shreds by the extreme cold and storm.
But it was only for a moment.
A fleeting moment, one that couldn’t even affect the maid who was already within reach, only causing the dagger in her hand to shift slightly.
For the next moment, that chill abruptly vanished.
—
Indeed, without warning, suddenly, and unexpectedly, it vanished.
Celia was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained her composure, looking at the flames burning in the maid’s right hand.
“Sure enough, is this a power specifically designed to restrain me?”
Celia’s ice came from the blessing of the divine, which was different from ordinary frost magic, representing the power of rules.
To freeze all things.
That is the essence of the rules.
So theoretically, even flames, she could freeze directly!
But this power was temporarily ineffective; she couldn’t even condense her usual ice sword.
Because another rule, one that completely countered her, was burning in the maid’s right hand and on the dagger!
“But do you think this can kill me?”
Celia quickly calmed down.
Her strength was not just due to the divine’s grace!
Before the maid’s second assault could come, she suddenly lunged forward, advancing instead of retreating!
Her slender fingers came together into a palm, a sharp fighting spirit swirling in her palm, and she struck fiercely at the maid’s chest!
“Almost forgot, Your Highness’s martial skills are not to be underestimated, but unfortunately…”
The maid did not evade; instead, she met Celia’s palm head-on.
The clash of fighting spirits fell into a brief stalemate.
The violent wind pressure ruffled the maid’s neatly trimmed short hair.
She remained expressionless.
“Unfortunately, due to your usual reliance on the ice sword, the swordsmanship expert that you are, you did not carry a regular longsword for self-defense.
And due to your excessive confidence, you even disdain to carry a defensive magical device.”
“!”
Celia remained indifferent, but deep within her eyes, a flicker of emotion passed unnoticed.
“So—”
The maid’s palm energy suddenly reversed, clinging to Celia’s hand.
Taking Celia’s strike head-on had caused her significant injury, but it was precisely because of this that Celia had nowhere to escape!
“So I believe I can still kill you.”
The maid’s right hand had already been raised in advance; she reversed the dagger, aiming for a vital point to ensure the precision, force, and lethality of this strike.
The Grim Reaper raised His scythe once more.
This time, it was indeed a dead end.
……
“Damn, what the hell am I thinking?”
Crouched in the corner, Mu En suddenly slapped himself hard, trying to wake up from those thoughts that were irresistibly tempting yet absolutely wrong.
It was unimaginable that he had just wished for Celicia to die!
To satisfy his own selfish desires, he wanted Celicia to be killed by that assassin!
“Indeed, if Celicia dies, then no one will hold me accountable for violating the princess, and I can survive for a while longer.”
“But after doing such a thing to a pure girl, I still thought about taking her life?”
“What kind of ultimate, invincible, shameless scum am I? Celicia is innocent!”
Mu En slammed his fist into the ground, the intense pain helped him regain some composure.
It was precisely because of this that the guilt began to rise within him, occupying his entire heart.
That’s right, from beginning to end, Celicia was innocent; she had done nothing wrong.
She was only invited to this room because of Mu En’s cowardice, drugged because of his despicable actions, and her purity taken away due to his foolishness.
Now, she might lose her life because of Mu En’s carelessness.
She shouldn’t have to suffer like this; she could have met the one she loved and lived a happy life, just like in the original story.
She shouldn’t die here!
“No, I can’t just watch Celicia die; I have to help her!”
Mu En clenched his fists, a glimmer of determination appearing in his eyes.
But as he raised his head to look at the battle between Celicia and the assassin, that determination quickly faded.
“How… how can I help?”
He couldn’t even see the assassin’s movements clearly.
He didn’t have the blessing of any gods.
He recognized the assassin’s “prayer”; it was a being known as a Dark Priest from the original story, drawing power from an evil god through sacrificial rites.
That was a level of power he shouldn’t be touching right now.
He was the pampered son of a duke, the yellow-haired villain whose only role was to pave the way for the protagonist.
He was also just an ordinary first-year student at St. Maria’s Magic Academy, and for most of this year, he had been wasting his time, with only one useless spell for illumination coming to mind at this moment.
He couldn’t help Celicia at all.
“Perhaps, not getting in the way is the best help I can offer?”
Just like some female leads in TV dramas who, despite lacking abilities, only made things worse with their good intentions, he thought that watching from the sidelines was the best choice.
“Celicia will definitely win, she will! She’s so strong; she doesn’t need my help at all,” Mu En murmured, as if trying to convince himself.
……
Click.
Mu En suddenly heard a crisp sound behind him, like the click of a door lock being opened.
“It’s almost over; you can leave now, Mu En Campbell.”
That voice, which had sounded somewhat weak before, echoed in Mu En’s ear once more.