“Why Did You Piss Him Off? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey!”

Chapter 130: You’ve Wronged My Husband!

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Gwen, carrying her silver sword, walked briskly, leaving shallow imprints on the snow.

As she gazed upon the Northern Frontier fortress, identical to her memories, she felt no particular stirring of emotion.

The knights, seeing Gwen after a long absence, formed two solemn rows and bowed deeply.

"Lady Gwen, welcome back."

The knights all respected Gwen, not merely because she was the youngest daughter of the Delin family.

It was more due to her inspiring journey from a strong-willed woman to Knight Commander that earned their deep respect.

But now, Lady Gwen, who would usually return their courtesies, completely ignored them.

She merely glided past them with an air of icy detachment.

This left countless knights utterly bewildered.

What was wrong with Lady Gwen?

Was she angry?

No one knew.

The surrounding cold steel structures stood within the castle, gleaming with silver light.

That familiar wooden cabin was long gone, leaving only a pile of ruins and black marks, buried beneath fine white snow.

Along the way, Gwen passed through those familiar steel buildings and entered a secluded stone castle.

The blue castle exuded a chilling aura, and the cold emanating from inside had always made the young Gwen feel somewhat repulsed.

But now, she walked coldly towards the main gate.

The family knights in front of the castle recognized Gwen.

They bowed to her from afar and opened the huge creaking wooden door.

Gwen returned here after a long absence, and compared to her memories, this place seemed even more desolate.

Kevla wasn't here.

These days, she had been running around, just to deal with the family's wanted notice for Viktor.

But after all, she wasn't a knight, and lacked authority.

What Kevla said couldn't convince those knights.

Gwen walked into a room and looked towards the corner.

Her father, Angus, still wore that dazed expression.

Kneeling in the room, his eyes dim and lifeless, staring blankly at the sky.

He had been like this for many days.

Not eating, not drinking.

If it weren't for Angus's extremely robust constitution supporting him,

He would have starved to death on the floor by now.

Jaxu was also paralyzed in bed, with no part of his body that didn't ache.

He opened his eyes blankly, staring at the ceiling.

The burns all over his body wouldn't heal for a while.

Viktor's magical flames seemed to have an extremely peculiar effect.

It was impossible to heal his injuries with magic.

It was as if the flames were resisting the power of healing magic from its very source.

He could only rely on his own body's recovery to slowly heal.

Jaxu lay in the room and heard someone enter.

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"Who is it?"

He raised his head with difficulty and saw a silver-haired woman in silver armor slowly approaching.

She was looking at him coldly.

Jaxu's whole body was wrapped in white bandages, only exposing a pair of eyes and a mouth, lying weakly on the bed.

A servant was feeding him, and when Jaxu saw Gwen come in, he pulled his uneven, withered voice:

"You may go now."

After being burned by that flame, even being able to speak was a blessing.

After the servant deftly cleared everything away and left the room,

Only Gwen and Jaxu remained in the entire room.

Gwen looked coldly at Jaxu, her voice chilly:

"The people of the Northern Frontier..."

"I told Father to do it, what of it?"

Jaxu looked at Gwen just as calmly, pulling his broken voice, his tone even.

Gwen didn't sense any emotion in his tone.

No anxiety, no anger, excessively flat.

As if describing an ordinary, commonplace thing.

A cold light flashed, and Gwen's long sword was across Jaxu's neck.

"I could kill you at any moment."

There wasn't a hint of emotion in her eyes.

When Kevla's dagger was at Jaxu's neck, Jaxu knew that Kevla would never actually kill him.

Because she couldn't do it.

Kevla valued the Delin family's kinship and family relationships too much.

But Gwen was different.

Even if the person in front of her was her half-brother.

To uphold the justice in her heart, Gwen could strike the killing blow.

She knew how cruel the person in front of her was.

If one word could describe Jaxu, he would be that "beast" who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

He had already lost his humanity.

Jaxu looked at her, not afraid at all.

"Gwen, I envy you."

"You're very free, you can even fight for your own dreams, your own ideals."

"So, we're different."

Once you stand in a certain position, some things are already beyond your control.

Jaxu's gaze still carried a smile as he slowly said.

"From the moment I was born, my value was already set."

"Inherit the family, protect the north."

"But you've never thought about how vast the north is, our encirclement can't take care of everyone..."

"So, you ignored their pleas for help, allowing the barbarians to plunder in the north, causing your compatriots to lose their homes and lives."

The cold sword pressed against Jaxu's neck, Gwen's face reflected on the blade, a cold glint flashing.

Being in the Northern Frontier, the more she saw, the angrier Gwen became, the more she could feel the endless sins of her brother and father's indifference.

No amount of flowery words could wash away the countless lives they bore.

"Ha..."

Jaxu squinted, lying on the bed.

"Then, do it."

He seemed not at all surprised that Gwen would move to kill him.

As if he had long been prepared, offering his neck.

But after a long time, Gwen's sword still hadn't fallen.

It wasn't because of kinship.

Nor was it because Gwen wanted to believe Jaxu one more time.

She just coldly shook her sword and put it back in its sheath.

Her cold words sounded, but were as chilling as ice.

"You will receive the punishment you deserve, Jaxu."

"But, it shouldn't be me who judges you."

Gwen's words stunned Jaxu.

"...Why?"

Jaxu stared blankly at Gwen, that pair of eyes that were only exposed flashing with confusion.

The existence of justice can't tolerate any impurity, before Father became like this, he did the same.

Once evil grows, justice will mercilessly destroy it.

If that justice existed in Gwen's heart, she would definitely have brought down her sword.

So, Jaxu had long been prepared to die.

But the Gwen before him was completely different from what he and his father had imagined.

She shouldn't have such emotions, such thoughts.

Gwen seemed to have changed somehow.

However, this change was not what he had hoped for.

The Gwen now gave him a feeling,

Now she seemed more like... a human?

Gwen's eyes were full of coldness, looking indifferently at Jaxu for a moment before walking out of the room.

Not caring at all about her brother's dazed appearance behind her.

She walked out the door and stood at the entrance.

The warm sunlight shone on her cold iron armor, reflecting a touch of brilliance.

Gwen took a deep breath, as if relieved.

Feeling the extremely clear coldness, she just quietly waited.

Finally, after who knows how long, a voice rang out loudly from outside the castle.

"Viktor is at the city gate!"

As soon as the words fell, countless knights gathered, lining up in full gear.

The sound of armor colliding and metal friction resounded outside with clanging noises.

Gwen also moved.

She gripped her sword and walked leisurely towards the city gate.

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At this moment,

Viktor stood on the white giant bird, hovering in the sky.

Strong storms blew constantly around, blowing the snow into waves several meters high.

The knights lined up in front of the castle, like a solid silver wall.

Viktor looked down at them from above, his face cold.

Countless knights looked up at Viktor with extremely solemn expressions, as if facing a great enemy.

They held weapons in their hands, and shocked emotions spread through the crowd.

"What's going on? How is Viktor in the sky?"

"What is that giant bird?"

On the silver wall, a knight pointed at Viktor and shouted tremblingly:

"Viktor, how, how dare you come back!"

Viktor's extremely terrifying strength had already spread throughout the entire Northern Frontier.

But among this group of stubborn Northern Frontier knights, there were always some who were fearless.

They always believed that Viktor was guilty of heinous crimes.

In this territory of the Northern Frontier, who didn't know what the existence of the Delin family meant.

They were the rulers of this desolate land.

Attacking the Delin family?

Wasn't that equivalent to slapping the face of all the Northern Frontier knights?

But now Viktor was in the sky, and even if the knights wanted to catch him, they were basically powerless.

But soon, a silver figure emerged from among the knights, slowly coming out of the castle gate.

Viktor squinted his eyes and saw clearly who it was.

It was Gwen.

She seemed to be frost-faced, raising her head and looking coldly at Viktor.

Seeing Gwen's appearance, the knights seemed to have found their backbone.

Smiles immediately appeared on their faces, as if they had seen hope, and even their backs straightened a bit.

"It's Lady Gwen!"

"With Lady Gwen here, we can definitely take down Viktor, right?"

The knights became excited, and there was even a gleam in their eyes.

Finally, Gwen slowly drew her silver sword.

The knights also drew their swords from their waists.

Just when everyone thought Gwen was going to move to subdue Viktor,

Gwen turned around.

Facing the Northern Frontier knights.

In the wind and snow, her silver hair scattered in the air, blocking Viktor.

Holding the sword in one hand, Gwen's face was expressionless, even carrying a bit of icy coldness.

"In the name of Gwen Delin, I revoke the wanted order for Viktor Kravina."

"Those who object, step forward."

In the dumbfounded gazes of countless knights, Gwen placed her silver sword in front of her body and thrust it fiercely into the snow-covered ground.

Facing thousands of knights, she stood unmoved.

Like a pure and unyielding goddess in the cold wind.

The fierce wind swept through with ice and snow, burying in everyone's eyes.

That flash of silver-white made them feel extremely dazed.

At this moment, standing before them was that true knight of justice.

Willing to speak for the weak and the unjust.

The injustices of the world should be eliminated by the sword.

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To Be Continued..