For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King

   So what should we do now?

   Should I contact Sir William immediately, or should I leave before the Duke of the Holy Tree arrives? As if none of this happened?

   After the two guards went out, although Nezemael still maintained an extremely calm expression on her face, her heart was already in a panic at this moment.

   looked back at the girl named Elis beside him, although for different reasons, but the other party was also nervous and pale at the moment.

   "It's okay, Sister Nezemar. I'm the only one wanted by the Empire. I'll explain it clearly to them. I'm sure the Duke will not embarrass you too much."

   Possibly aware of her uneasy expression, the girl reluctantly smiled and comforted her.

   This is not easy to say, especially when he has knocked down more than ten Wild Hunt warriors and two forest druids one after another. Although it didn't hurt anyone's life, attacking law enforcement officers can be considered a felony no matter where they are...

  Nezmaar thought to himself.

   She is not worried that the other party will convict her for such trivial matters. After all, she is a follower of the Holy Spirit, and she has no real sense of the laws of this secular regime.

   But the question is, will his impulsive behaviors disrupt Sir William's ingenious arrangement?

   After all, I had heard Vincent mention it before, how exquisite the arrangement of Sir William was when he resolved the incident of the tide of the rotten moon undead in the Great Cemetery of Thorns City.

  Should it be the Holy Spirit's unique broad vision or some other reason, every step that Lord William takes often has a profound meaning that is difficult for ordinary people to perceive. And in the end, the layers can be linked together, and the problem can be solved with the least cost.

  Thinking about it this way, his previous impulsive behavior somehow disrupted his arrangement.

   Why don't you leave here first...

  Nezmar thought to himself while holding the Demon Sealing Rune in his arms for space teleportation.

   As long as he doesn't stay here to reveal his identity, he doesn't reveal the fact that the Lord Judge has come to Sacred Tree City. Even if there was a lot of commotion before, leaving directly by himself can prevent the situation from continuing to develop to a worse place.

   More importantly, he didn't need to mess up Sir William's plans for a random person.

  Thinking of this, she clenched the magic seal that flashed with electric light.

   As long as she shattered it with a little more strength, she would be able to teleport directly to Lord Judge.

   But, should you really leave this girl here alone?

   Because she has nothing to do with his current mission, and may therefore affect Sir William's plan?

   Like when you used to participate in the trials of the Eighth Religion? Completely ignoring those who are not within your sphere of responsibility?

  Although it is impossible to speculate on the will of the Holy Spirit, but… if Sir William knew about his current situation, would he agree with him?

   "Call..."

   After a few more seconds, Elis suddenly heard Nezemar exhaling a long breath for some unknown reason.

   The other party sat back on the quaint leather sofa and looked up at the gray ceiling.

"What's wrong?"

   Ellis tilted his head and asked.

   "Nothing...just ask, if you are guilty of treason, do you know how you will be dealt with in the end?"

   Nezmaar asked.

   Elis lowered his head and said:

   "Like my mother, sentenced to death..."

"I can understand that your mother was sentenced to death for participating in treasonous activities, and as her child, I can understand that you are suspected of participating and have to be arrested. But sentenced to death for such a young child as you is nothing. It's within my comprehension."

   In the end, Nezamar, who was determined to stay and do good things to the end, raised his head and asked.

"because…"

   Elis uttered a word, but the next moment he stopped his words as if his neck was stuck by something.

   answered Nezemar's question in her place, but a cold female voice came from the door.

"You're mistaken, the 'treason' she's talking about isn't because of what they've done. It's because of their 'existence'. In other words, as descendants of the Blind Sisterhood, they're just To exist means to betray the empire."

  Nezmar sat up from the sofa in a rush, and looked up at the man who appeared at the door of the reception room at some point.

   Duke of the Holy Tree…

   The moment he saw the other party, Nezmar confirmed the other party's identity.

   Even before that, she didn't even know that the current Sacred Tree Duke was a woman, but the moment she saw him, she was absolutely certain that the person in front of her was the Sacred Tree Duke.

   It may be the other party's long black dress with gold trim that can be regarded as luxurious in the Platinum City, it may be the other party's imposing manner without anger, or the elegance of the other party's gestures...

   But the most important reason is the extremely powerful pressure emanating from the opponent.

   It is said that in Ravenwood, only the strong can become rulers. If so, Nezemar could not imagine that in this land, there would be someone stronger than the one in front of him.

The face of the other party was covered under a thin layer of black veil, but the eyes overflowing from the excess of magic power radiated a faint blue light through the black veil, as if swaying in the darkness. Two ghost lamps.

   And her hands, which are too slender and white for a forest elves, are holding a magic agent that is too gorgeous to make people doubt its practicality.

   The more complex and gorgeous the mediator of the spell, the richer the materials used, and the more difficult it is to control.

A common sense among mages—people who use complicated and gorgeous spells to mediate, then they are rich children who have learned some magic to decorate their facades, and inlaid some flashy mortal things on their staffs, or they are real strong people who can Harness the magic of multiple attributes.

   The person in front of him is obviously the latter.

   Before Nezemar came back to his senses, the man appeared in front of him like a ghost.

"I heard that someone defeated my two teams of Wild Hunt warriors, although they were a bunch of ineffective waste. But it is not an easy thing to bring down all of them so quickly without blood, so I have a little interest in wanting to come and have a look.”

   She said and tapped the magic agent in her hand, and a gorgeous chair made of ice crystals condensed out of the air in an instant. Immediately, she lightly adjusted her skirt and sat in front of Nezemar.

  This... Isn't she afraid of the cold...

   Looking at the ice crystal chair reflecting the cold light under the magic crystal lamp, Nezemar thought subconsciously. But then, she immediately reacted - she didn't feel the slightest chill on that ice crystal chair.

   In other words, the opponent's understanding of frost spells is not to drive the cold on the surface, but to truly understand the essence of its "solidified magic", which can temporarily create matter by condensing magic.

  According to Lord William, regardless of the scale of the magic power, it is already close to the realm of the gods in terms of the depth of power.

"But the truth of the matter is that I am a little disappointed... I didn't expect it to be you, the 'Silver Blood Daughter' Nezemar of the Eighth Religion Sacred Artifact Collection Department. What? It's those old guys who are dissatisfied with me. The progress of the work? Or, do you want to come to us to recover the Eighth Holy Spirit Relic as interest?"

   Hearing that the other party said his name without hesitation, Nezemar sighed inwardly.

   But before she could say anything, the other party continued on her own:

   "Ah, I almost forgot, you seem to have betrayed the Eighth Order half a year ago, right? So now you should be under the puppet regime of Heishui Province, and the New Holy Spirit Church punishes the church executive?"

   "You know who I am?"

  Nezmael said with a cold face.

   "Of course you know, you don't really think that the things you do in Blackwater Province are airtight, right?"

   A dangerous premonition came to Nezemar's heart, and her fingers moved down quietly, touching the dagger hanging from her waist.

   At this distance, even if the opponent is a powerful magic caster, with her own speed, she has the confidence to subdue the opponent before she can finish the chant. To deal with magic casters, unless they really reach the realm of the gods and master the instant cast, close combat will always be the opponent's weakness.

   "Then what else do you know?"

  Nezmar moved slowly while diverting the opponent's attention with words.

"Tell me something you don't know, the Eighth Religion is very angry at your betrayal, and has prepared a very generous reward for those who can bring you back to Wanren City alive. Although that little money is not for me It's nothing to say, but I'm still a little interested in the reward of being able to see the Holy Spirit Terra."

   "Is that so? So it looks like I've been caught in a trap?"

  Nezmar said in a self-deprecating manner.

   "But I'm still a little curious. You may be the first person ever to defect from the executor of the Eighth Order. What is the reason for you to make such a crazy decision?"

   the other party asked.

   "Why?"

  Nezmar said, his right hand had already touched the hilt of the dagger.

   "Of course it's because I found the truth of my faith!"

   As she spoke, she pulled out the dagger at a lightning speed, and the storm-type buff engraved on the dagger was instantly activated. Nezemar's movements turned into a gust of wind, approaching the opponent's fragile neck.

   Of course, she did not intend to kill the other party. Instead, he planned to control the opponent for the time being, just as he threatened the forest druid earlier.

   Then, Nezemar was pinned to the spot in an instant, like a puppet pulled by silk threads.

   Every joint on her body was covered with a thick layer of frost, and at the moment she looked like a welded machine.

  The Duke of Sacred Tree was still sitting there, not even moving his fingers.

  Instant chanting... The symbol of the Dominion Mage...

   Nezmaar, who was standing still, thought to himself.

"It's not a good habit to keep your hands in the face of an opponent who is far stronger than you. Remember this lesson, the next time you shoot with the goal of killing your opponent, this difference in mentality may be able to make up for it. Some power gaps."

   the woman said softly.

   Then she went on to add:

"By the way, don't try to break the Demon Sealing Rune with the [Teleportation] spell engraved on it. Now the entire reception room has been blocked by me. Unless the maker of this Demon Sealing Rune is in the lightning spell Your attainment can be stronger than mine, otherwise it would be impossible to send you out."

   As she said, she took the gleaming lightning rune from Nezmaar's other hand.