The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

Over.

An Su's smile froze on his face as he watched his shadow beneath his feet stir slightly. Thin, delicate strands of deep black hair swayed gently against the warm yellow of the Chinese parasol tree shadows cast on the solid wood floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows, rippling along with the shadows.

"Miss maid," An Su silently transmitted, "are you here?"

He could now feel Miss Enya right beside him.

"I am your shadow, Mr. An Su."

"Shadows naturally follow their masters."

She was perhaps standing to An Su's right, dressed in a deep black Lolita skirt with light-colored socks and brown leather shoes, her hair as supple as water gathered in a hairpin, revealing a delicate and calm profile.

Her equally dark pupils should be deep like a pool of still water, and even in this situation, she still slightly bent her knees, her slender fingers lightly lifting the edge of her skirt as she gracefully curtsied, although her master could not see her, her demeanor was flawlessly perfect.

"When did you come?"

"You could sense Luoja Fast's presence," Miss Enya elegantly said, her tone void of any fluctuations, "but you cannot see me?"

She tilted her head, expressionless.

"Is that what you mean, Young Master Ansu?"

Lines of frustration marred An Su's face as he fell silent; he shouldn't have spoken out of turn.

He let out a light breath, tucked away the slightly stiff smile, and revealed a genuinely innocent one, not rushing to conclusions just yet, as there might be a twist later on.

And the maid did speak quite reasonably.

Under the state of the Blessed Son, An Su's emotional perception greatly enhanced, and he could sense that the emotions Miss Enya was expressing to him were very stable.

At that moment, however, Judge Yake tentatively raised his hand, his voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. An Su...no, Your Majesty An Su, please calm down."

The tone of the esteemed man had clearly weakened; he raised his hands with sweat streaming down his back, "I have conceded; can you calm down first?"

"Eh?" An Su blinked.

Sweat trickled down the forehead of Yake Milton, who had lived for years yet had never seen such a mystifying and contradictory existence.

At this moment, in the eyes of Bishop Yake, Ansu Moningsta was akin to an inhuman monster. Although donning the perfect skin of a young man with a friendly smile curling at the corners of his mouth and his eyes filled with warmth and kindness, the Holy Light stirred against his gray-white hair, casting the young man's profile in an almost divine sanctity like the son of a god from mythic times.

But only Yake knew it was all a facade.

Every pore of his body, every inch of his spirit, screamed in madness.

The instincts of a Saint reminded him that the deepest, most frenzied darkness loomed over his neck, black as ink, deep as the ocean, as if a ghost hovered beside him, those deep black emotions so thick they were almost congealing into solid form—hence in Yake's eyes, An Su was a demon in human skin. During his many years as a Judge, he had never seen such intense emotions.

Although Yake did not know exactly what the presence beside him was—possibly an Evil God from beyond, a ruler from the Star Realm, or some ancient and terrifying entity—the one thing clear to him was that this unknown horror was undeniably linked to An Su.

Even though he had sheathed his sword to signal surrender, the darkness did not wane in the slightest.

The malice was so intense that Yake even had the illusion—could it be that he had cuckolded An Su...

"Please, calm down." Yake, sweating profusely, was truly scared and telepathically begged, "Your Majesty An Su, I have surrendered... There's no need for such intense murderous intent. Should bloodshed erupt, neither you nor your family would emerge unscathed."

I have no murderous intent...

An Su was also breaking out in a cold sweat.

The one thing he knew was that this murderous intent was aimed at Yake, but it did not originate from him.

"Mr. Yake," An Su shook his head and hastily pretended to look away, "This really has nothing to do with me."

Even Yake began to feel bewildered; he sensed his life was in danger, but why did he feel like An Su across from him was even more nervous?

Could this still be his act? Was this young man's character so malicious, taking pleasure in playing the pig to eat the tiger, enjoying the sight of his prey struggling in death throes?

That was too bizarre!

"Dear Miss Enya," An Su paused before transmitting, "I didn't notice you simply because your ability to hide is too strong."

The maid's talent for concealment was undoubtedly among the strongest.

She had even managed to elude Luo Xiaobai's original form—the Saintess Elf, and it is known that the Chaotic Saintess is one of the strongest Saints of this era.

And now, after so much time, perhaps not even a Demigod could detect the maid's presence.

So it was understandable that An Su had not noticed Miss Enya.

After all, she is not like Luoja, who eats cakes without rinsing her mouth.

"I am all right, Young Master Ansu."

The maid's posture remained elegant, her tone still calm and understanding, her deep black eyes clear and transparent.

"Even if you didn't recognize me, even if you mistook me for some inexplicable wild woman, even if you said many things to her that you never said to me, I don't mind, Young Master Ansu, there is no need for you to be so nervous."

"Ah—!!"

Yake let out a miserable grunt as an invisible blade pierced his shoulder, embedding the curse deep into Yake's soul. Deep black blood splattered in the air like blossoming vivid buds, while the maid serenely smiled at An Su, maintaining her calm expression.