In the Name of Empress-Chapter 550 - 337: Are You Even in the Same Rank as Me?

Chapter 550: Chapter 337: Are You Even in the Same Rank as Me?

It seemed that Christine, who won the resurrection match, was not actually dead.

The ability granted by the Goddess of Light was mainly for offense, and poorly suited for defense. However, Sofia hadn’t given her full effort either. As such, Christine was encased in an ice sculpture and sent up the mountain, just coincidentally completing the missing attribute of the Soul Blood Pentagram Array.

Christine stared at Sofia intensely, her voice cold and distant.

"Blasphemer, the violent means you rely on are inconsequential before the divine powers of the Goddess. Will you not yet repent for your acts of desecration?"

Christine’s words had no impact on Sofia but made Angelina tremble slightly.

What Sofia did was certainly gratifying but blatantly blasphemous.

She believed Sofia would ascend to divinity one day, but until then, she must not make too many enemies.

If there was no one around, she would kneel and hug Sofia’s legs, crying and pleading. But in this public setting, she could only pray silently, unable to drag Sofia down.

Facing Christine’s textbook-standard clergy speech, Sofia smiled slightly and casually discarded the longsword in her hand. A bright blue, transparent lightsaber slowly appeared in her palm. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"This sword is called ’Bright Blue Fury,’ and before now, no one has forced me to draw it. You managed to do so."

Sofia’s face was filled with genuine delight; it didn’t seem feigned.

Roland’s heart chilled; this bright blue lightsaber wasn’t long, only about 60 centimeters, appearing delicate and charming, resembling an adorable girl.

Yet the moment this sword appeared, the entire White Mountain grew significantly colder.

There was no doubt that this was the weapon best suited for Sofia’s complete exertion.

The sparkling translucent lightsaber was very much akin to the scythe of the Death God.

Sif’s expression changed slightly; even without Insight, she could distinctly feel Sofia’s joy and the longing of Bright Blue Fury.

Could it be that Sofia hadn’t gone all out previously?

Sif’s heart sank.

The Elf Flower Sea and Soul Blood Pentagram Array were the last trump cards for her and Roland. They originally believed they could overturn the situation with the flower sea and array, but Sofia’s cards were more numerous and potent.

A sense of despair crept in.

Perhaps surrendering before the battle began would have been the best choice, but now it’s too late to say anything.

Her trembling gaze turned to Roland, and the feelings of anxiety finally eased somewhat.

Sofia still had killer moves, but her exhaustion was genuine too. Unless she didn’t care about being avenged by others after killing them, she would still preserve some strength.

Roland’s reassuring glance calmed Sif’s heart completely.

Ever since she met Roland, her life charted a completely different trajectory.

Without Roland, she would have been crushed amid the power struggles long ago.

After comforting Sif, Roland turned his gaze to Lisa and Alina.

His gaze held reassurance, gratitude, and a slight apology.

Sif was deeply entangled in the whirlpool, unable to extricate herself, while he was the whirlpool itself. But Lisa and Alina could have chosen not to wade into these troubled waters.

They supported not Sif but him.

At this point, all Roland could offer them was the promise within his gaze.

Lisa’s body, initially somewhat tense, gradually grew warmer.

She understood Roland’s intentions, but she never regretted it.

The meaning of life is never about its length; some live for a hundred years, yet remain in muddled oblivion, while others live only into their teens or twenties, leaving behind a brilliant story nonetheless.

Between her and Roland, they could understand each other without even speaking.

She was his steadfast support, never wavering.

Roland then turned his gaze to Alina, his feelings somewhat complex.

If he had boarded Alina’s ship back then and followed her back to Jin Yuan, the best result might have been helping Mr. Carlo to uncover the traitors beside him, preemptively capturing the deceitful Marco and Robert, and then perhaps marrying Alina.

Right, he would probably need to adopt the esteemed surname Bonaparte too.

Roland didn’t care much about changing his surname, but choosing that path would’ve meant losing Sif forever, something he couldn’t even bear to imagine.

Thus, Alina could only stay slightly behind.

His gaze softened gradually, and he silently mouthed a sentence.

The mutual understanding he shared with Alina was not quite like that with Sif and Lisa, so he had to clarify.

"I have always cherished that old ticket, just waiting to board the ship."

In Jin Yuan Language, boarding the ship had another meaning, akin to what happened that drunken night.

Alina blushed slightly, nodded, yet said nothing.

She wasn’t clear how proficient Roland was with Jin Yuan Language, whether the old ticket simply meant boarding the ship or meant entering the bedroom.

Regardless, she agreed.

Roland’s eyes lastly grazed over Christine, his expression even more complex.

Christine was simple; she was different from those pretentious seductresses flaunting the title of Saintess while flirting with men. She was a true saintess.

Yet she was also complex.

Born a princess of the Wende Empire, she longed to restore her kingdom.

She was the most devout follower, tirelessly spreading the Light to the human world.

She was also the Allied Commander-in-Chief, a vital ally to him. One thing was certain: she and Sofia were enemies.

Though their gaze was complex, they only briefly locked eyes before looking away.

Roland took a deep breath and slowly looked towards the top of Sofia’s head.

The speed of the accompanying satellite’s descent increased ever more rapidly; the day of return was imminent.

Sofia did not raise her head, but she could sense the Divine Chosen Referee from the accompanying satellite approaching.

She hesitated, unsure whether to draw her sword immediately or first hear what the referee had to say.

No matter how arrogant she might be, she was unwilling to face the Divine Chosen Referee head-on.