CHAPTER 69: FLAME OF DESIRE (2)

Myris finished the passage with a playful tone, but Losiya did not lose her mind in a fit of rage as Myris had imagined. Losiya furrowed her brow and thought for a moment, then said, "It seems you really hate me."

"It’s alright," Myris said with an indifferent tone.

"But..."

Losiya asked suspiciously, "How do you know Julian’s identity?"

Her attitude was unusually calm now. Myris frowned and said, "It’s simple, because he and I are the same kind of people. We naturally recognize each other."

Thinking for a moment, she added with a smile, "And we don’t have to be like you, using those kinds of methods to get to him."

That kind of method, of course, referred to first using the identity of a master to subdue the other party, then using so-called emotions to make the other party willing to be conquered.

"What do you mean? Do Saints have some kind of innate ability to recognize each other?" Losiya asked, feigning confusion.

"Something like that."

Losiya nodded in agreement, with a look of sudden realization. "Then I think I know roughly why you hate me so much."

Her gaze was strange, and her eyes, as she sized up Myris, held a hint of pity in addition to suspicion.

This made sense. Why had the arrogant Myris been immediately drawn to Julian’s eyes that day? Why had she taken the initiative to approach him, to tease him, and even tried to directly sow discord in her and Julian’s relationship?

If she hadn’t arrived in time that day, who knows what else this so-called Saintess would have done.

So that’s how it is. No wonder she hated her so much.

Losiya, who was good at making things up,’s unfounded thoughts directly angered Myris.

Myris, who wanted to provoke Losiya, was now the one who felt a bit provoked. Her eyelids twitched, and she snorted, following Losiya’s train of thought. "It doesn’t matter. I don’t care about that."

"Really?"

Losiya felt that the other party was just being stubborn. Putting herself in Myris’s shoes, if Julian had really been tasted first by Tania, the first touch...

She would definitely spare no expense to send Tania to hell first.

It wasn’t just because of jealousy; there was a saying that the body was the quickest path to the soul. Assuming this situation really happened, it would be hard to imagine that Julian wouldn’t have some messy thoughts after seeing Tania then.

This feeling, just thinking about it, felt like a lump in her throat.

Losiya stared at Myris and continued to ask, "Since you know Julian’s identity, wouldn’t it be better to just tell the Holy See?"

This was undoubtedly the best method.

"Then the Holy See would directly intervene. Not only could you severely strike me before the competition, but you could also, when I’m in a terrible state, become a winner and completely trample me underfoot in the competition. Shouldn’t that be the most suitable course of action for your interests?"

Myris shook her head again, disagreeing with Losiya’s view.

"Do you know what true despair is?"

Losiya raised her eyebrows, looking ready to listen.

"What is the most painful thing? It’s not the despair after disappointment, but to let you see hope in despair, and then completely extinguish that thread of hope for you."

"It’s like if one person has never possessed a treasure, and another person, after possessing it, loses it themselves. The pain of the latter is far greater than the former."

"If you clearly had the chance to protect Julian, but failed to do so because of your powerlessness, wouldn’t that pain be more intense than having him directly taken away?"

Hearing Myris’s malicious speech, Losiya nodded slightly, acknowledging the other party’s point of view.

"People outside all say that you are a Saintess who represents the goddess’s authority of judgment. I now feel that maybe the Black Rose Empire over there needs a perverted Saintess like you. Staying in the Holy Light Church is a bit of a waste of talent."

"Actually, I just like to watch you suffer, so your argument doesn’t hold." Myris said.

"That’s also true."

Losiya walked in front of Myris with her arms crossed. Her height gave her an air of condescension as she looked down at her, which made Myris huff unhappily.

"You want to use this method to make me suffer so much that I’ll regret it for the rest of my life?"

"Then haven’t you ever thought about what your fate would be if you lost?"

Myris said calmly and confidently, "I have never considered that possibility."

Although she was arrogant, her arrogance also stemmed from her own advantages.

Although ’Judgment’ was also a high-tier holy mark, the reason it was a high-tier holy mark was because high-tier was the pinnacle of its class.

To put it simply, even high-tier holy marks were different. Myris was basically a natural-born Saint Domain transcendent. She didn’t even need to rely on effort to break through her limitations.

Compared to her, Losiya was a bit lacking.

"Then let me help you think about it."

Losiya looked at Myris’s slightly curled silver hair and continued, "I will trample your pride underfoot, make your reputation as a Saintess a complete joke. Julian will not be taken by you, but will officially marry me in the near future."

At this point, the corners of Losiya’s mouth involuntarily curled into a smile. Her gaze also shifted from Myris’s face, looking at the distant direction for a long time.

"Then I’ll look forward to it." Myris shrugged, just about to turn and leave, when she was suddenly called back by Losiya.

"Why don’t you have a drink before you go?" Losiya provocatively waved the wine glass in her hand at Myris. The meaning in her eyes was completely devoid of the tension of seeing the other party as a rival.

"Save it for yourself to drink." Myris said, then disappeared.

After Myris left, the smile on Losiya’s face also faded.

Then, throwing the wine glass aside, Losiya picked up a wine bottle from the side, lifted the lid, and took a big gulp for herself.

Was the aunt’s distraction spell seen through? She still couldn’t quite imagine it.

It was called a distraction spell, but it was actually not. Lady Catherine’s previous actions were quite decisive, directly using magical pressure to forcibly suppress Julian’s holy mark’s aura to a low-tier. There was no way this could have any loopholes, because Julian’s low-tier holy mark was a fact in the eyes of others.

Recalling Myris’s actions that day, was it really because Myris and Julian also had the highest-level elemental holy marks, and there was a mutual attraction between those of the same origin?

’Life’ and ’Judgment’ sounded like they came from the same origin at first listen.

Thinking this, an unknown evil fire, accompanied by a dizzy feeling, slowly rose in Losiya’s chest.

What Saint and Saintess? Once he’s in my bed, he has nothing to do with your Holy Light Church.

Thinking of Myris’s cold and arrogant appearance, and her occasional sarcastic words toward her, Losiya directly threw the empty wine bottle to the ground.

She kicked the glass shards on the ground to the side with her foot and thought quietly.

It’s decided, I want to trample that face of yours underfoot and step on it a few more times.

And I want to cover her brilliant silver hair with ugly filth.