Book 01 Chapter 07.11.2 - Red Epiphyllum
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The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 07.11.2 - Red Epiphyllum

Prince Austin’s lips curled into a faint smile as he watched the girl frolicking in the moonlight. The golden glow in his eyes intensified, sharp with anticipation.

Driven by the swirling black mist, he descended onto the terrace of the mansion, landing lightly on the ledge.

Aria turned to face him, her gaze sharp as steel, her grip tightening on the scimitar in her hands. She took a step forward, poised to strike, when Aurora’s calm voice broke the tension.

“Little Aria, you can take your leave now. I’ll handle this.”

Aria hesitated, her eyes darting to Aurora: “But, Lady Saintess—”

“The Goddess watches over me. Don’t worry~” Aurora’s voice was light, almost teasing. She stepped forward gracefully, leaping down from the ledge and landing on the bloodstained terrace tiles without a sound.

She crossed the crimson-soaked stone and stopped in front of Aria, gently ruffling her hair. Her red eyes softened for just a moment before turning cold again.

“Don’t let anyone leave the manor.” Aurora commanded, her voice quiet but resolute.

Aria nodded, casting one last glare at Prince Austin before vanishing into the shadows.

Aurora turned, clasping her hands behind her back, her movements unhurried and almost playful. A small smile played on her lips.

“So.” She began, tilting her head, “It seems your little ploy is about to go down the drain?”

Prince Austin’s smile deepened as he regarded her—this petite girl barely over 1.5 meters tall, radiating a presence that belied her stature.

“I’ve already succeeded.” He said, his voice smooth and assured, “I’ve summoned Song of Death, a true divine spawn. As long as it devours more power, your authority will fall into my hands.”

“Really?” Aurora replied, her smile brightening as if they were discussing a pleasant topic over tea.

Austin’s grin widened, a hint of theatrical pride coloring his words, “You’ve been dancing in the palm of my hand all along. Your servant entered my altar, and the Tree of Life marks on her hand became part of its foundation. But I never imagi

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