Adeline’s expression contorted with rage the moment she saw one of the Saints who landed a few meters away from her.

The name of the Saint was Lennox, and he was the same Saint who had tried to capture her and Vincent the moment the King breathed his last.

If not for him, she and her husband would be spending their lives in seclusion, living a peaceful life away from the politics of the Fynn Kingdom.

Lennox knew that Vincent would protect her with everything he had, so instead of targeting the bastard Prince back then, who was protected by the Avatar of a Saint, he put his all into going after the beautiful Elf instead.

This forced Vincent to use his body to shield his beloved, which caused his mortal injury at that time.

“You bastard, why are you here?!” Adeline shouted in anger.

“Mind your words, Adeline,” Lennox replied with a smile. “The only bastard I know is long dead, and that is your husband.

“As to why I am here—do you even need to ask that question? Of course, it is to bring you to King Yvar’s bed, where you rightfully belong. While I’m at it, it seems that I will also be adding one more beauty to his harem.”

Lennox’s gaze landed on Aurora, and he had to admit that the reports were right. She was more beautiful than Adeline, and he had a feeling that the young lady was still a chaste maiden.

‘It will be a pity to let Yvar have this maiden first,’ Lennox mused. ‘I guess I’ll enjoy her for a day or two before handing her to the King. I’m sure he won’t mind having second-hand goods since he will indulge himself with Adeline first.’

Lennox laughed internally as he looked at Aurora with satisfaction.

Adeline used her body to shield Aurora from Lennox’s lustful gaze.

Since the angelic beauty was Lux’s lover, she would do everything in her power to protect her, even if she had to fight against a Saint.

The Elf also recognized the other Saint who went by the name Hassan.

He was referred to as the King’s Blade, for he would kill anyone who threatened the King’s rule.

lightsnοvεl Behind the two Saints were several High-Rankers, who had now moved to circle their targets, giving them no place to escape.

Avernus, who was standing beside Lux, suddenly extended his hand and grabbed something in the space beside him.

A moment later, a man materialized out of thin air, struggling to escape from Avernus’ grasp.

“Very sneaky,” Avernus said with a smile. “But not sneaky enough.”

Adeline’s gaze locked on the man who was currently being held by Avernus in a vice grip.

She didn’t recognize him since he was someone who migrated to the Kingdom of Fynn just a few years ago.

This person’s name was Kajus, and he was a Pseudo-Saint who once belonged to the Vahan Empire.

He had offended a High-Ranking Noble in the Empire, so he decided to escape. He went to the Fynn Kingdom and asked King Yvar for asylum.

The King readily agreed, seeing that the man was a Pseudo-Saint.

If given enough time, Kajus would also become a Saint, allowing the Kingdom of Fynn to have three Saints as its protectors.

Kajus specialized in stealth attacks.

His target was the red-headed Half-Elf.

He didn’t pay any attention to Avernus because the Dracolich had hidden his Rank and only unleashed the presence of an Argonaut-Ranked Monster.

Lux had ordered him to not scare away their guests since he had a few questions to ask them.

“Let him go, fiend,” Lennox said in a casual tone. “If you do, I will give you a quick and painless death.”

The Dracolich chuckled after hearing the Saint’s threat.

“I’m afraid that it will take more than killing me to kill me,” Avernus replied. “Also, you don’t have the ability to kill me.”

Lennox frowned after hearing Avernus’ reply. He didn’t really mind whether Kajus died or not since they weren’t close.

The only reason why he even bothered to speak out was because Kajus was a useful pawn, willing to do menial chores for the King.

“Adeline, it is best if you and the girl come with us peacefully,” Hassan, who also didn’t pay any attention to Kajus, spoke up. “This invitation also extends to you, boy. If you don’t want to get hurt, you should just obey and allow us to take you without resisting.”

Lux nodded his head in satisfaction because the Saints were acting like the Third Rate Villains that they were.

He was just wondering if Yvar’s subordinates would act according to the script that he thought in his head.

So far, they didn’t disappoint him.

“Tell me one thing before I beat the crap out of the two of you,” Lux said as he looked at Lennox and Hassan with a frown. “Why haven’t the two of you usurped the throne for yourselves? Yvar is a weakling, and with your strength, you could have ruled this kingdom easily.”

“Oh? Now you’re trying to sow dissension?” Lennox arched an eyebrow. “Unfortunately, it will not work. While it is true that the King is weak, no one can sit upon the throne of the Fynn Kingdom unless they have the Bloodline of their founder.”

“You talk too much, Lennox,” Hassan frowned. “Why are you saying these things to these people?”

Lennox smirked. “Why? Because even if they know, they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”

Hassan shook his head in disappointment before raising his hand. Capturing these people was beneath him, and if possible, he didn’t want to dirty his hands.

Because of this, he was fine with letting the King’s subordinates do the dirty work for him.

“Capture them,” Hassan ordered. “If they resist, just knock them out.”

The Blade of the Kingdom simply wanted to end this farce as fast as possible, so he no longer delayed the inevitable.

Lux wanted to ask more questions, but since their enemies were about to apprehend them, he decided to set aside his inquiry and deal with the fools, who didn’t know who they were messing with.

Blackfire opened the lid of its Coffin and summoned Sion and Maeve.

The Juggernaut of Agartha and the Oracle easily subdued the High-Rankers and knocked them unconscious without too much effort.

“Capture those two,” Lux pointed at Lennox and Hassan with a sneer on his face. “If they resist, just knock them out.”

After sensing that the two newcomers were actually Saints, Lennox and Hassan immediately knew that they were tough opponents.

Because of this, Lennox moved to capture Adeline and Aurora, intending to use them as hostages.

However, before he could even get close to the two beautiful ladies, the King of Exiles and his subordinates appeared in front of Lennox, blocking his path.

Lennox hurriedly backed away before looking at Lux in surprise.

“Who are you?!” Lennox shouted. “Why are you interfering in the affairs of the Fynn Kingdom?”

The Half-Elf didn’t even bother answering the Saint’s question and snapped his fingers.

The King of Exiles and his subordinates moved in unison to apprehend Lennox.

Since he was dealing with many Saints at once, the lustful Saint decided to escape using an escape talisman that would teleport him to a random place that was a thousand miles away from where he was.

Unfortunately, even after using the Talisman, nothing happened, which made his face turn pale.

“I can’t get enough of seeing the looks of our enemies when they realize that they cannot escape,” Hana, who materialized behind Lux, said with a smirk.

Hassan, who had also done the same thing, glared at the Fox Lady before running away in haste.

He already knew that they no longer had any chance of winning, so he decided to use everything in his power to escape his current circumstances.

But his attempt was futile.

He wasn’t even able to take ten steps before Avernus appeared in front of him, and smashed his face on the ground. ᴡ ᴏᴠʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛʀs ᴀʀ ᴘᴜʙʟsʜᴅ ᴏ novl(ꜰ)ire.et

After seeing that the two Saints were apprehended, Lux glanced in Adeline’s direction and asked her a question.

“Adeline, how do you want to deal with these people?” Lux inquired.

“I want them to suffer,” Adeline replied in a heartbeat, her words filled with killing intent. “I want them to feel the suffering I’ve felt for nearly two decades!”

Lux gave the beautiful Elf a slight nod before snapping his fingers.

Cries of pain reverberated in the surroundings as Lux’s subordinates crushed the arms and legs of their enemies, crippling them and further lowering their chances of escaping.

He had no intention of letting these people have a swift and painless death.

Since his mother wanted them to suffer, he would make them suffer.

However, he didn’t intend to do it personally.

Asmodeus had already laid down the groundwork for their punishment.

The only thing he needed to do now was to return to the City of Krall and drag the King off his throne, completing Asmodeus’ plan of giving Adeline the revenge that she had wished for the past years of her life.