Severed Arm

Yanar hurried back and went directly to the top floor of the headquarters.

He stood before the ancient-looking door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

“Master, it’s me.”

As soon as he spoke, the door opened automatically.

Yanar walked in.

The room’s decoration was very simple.

A tea table, a few bookshelves, and a few chairs.

Clean and simple, just like its owner.

Tea aroma curled upwards.

Noa sat at the head of the tea table, holding an ancient spell tome in her hands.

There was also a large pile of spell books in front of her.

She was slowly turning the pages.

Her body was obscured by the books.

Her feet were bare, delicate, fair, and exquisite.

She was completely a thirteen-year-old porcelain doll.

A slight frown creased her young face, seemingly troubled by the contents of the book.

Yanar’s arrival didn’t make her look up.

Yanar was used to his master’s manner and waited quietly.

He glanced at the pile of books in front of her and understood.

The master was delving into Divination Magic again.

Divination Magic was an extremely high-level spell for scrying the heavens.

Casting it required two conditions.

First, the level must be Dragon-Tier or above.

Second, one must have faith in the God of Creation.

Noa had long since reached the Emperor-Tier, so the first condition was naturally met.

But she did not believe in the gods.

This prevented her from casting Divination Magic.

Therefore, she was trying to circumvent this condition to forcibly cast it.

But so far, she had never succeeded.

This was the only area where Noa had suffered setbacks.

A cup of tea floated into the air and hovered in front of Yanar.

Noa put down the ancient tome and looked at him.

“Something happened?”

Yanar nodded and then recounted everything that had happened tonight in detail.

“That archer was indeed former Pope Randolph’s attendant.”

“I saw him a few times in the Holy City. I definitely won’t mistake him.”

Hearing this, Noa was silent for a moment as she sipped her tea.

“I predicted someone was going to make a move against him, but I didn’t expect it to be that old fellow.”

“The Church’s reach is too long. Some of it needs to be chopped off.”

“I am inside the Church of Creation.”

After saying this, without waiting for Yanar to react.

Noa vanished from the spot.

But hearing the words “Church of Creation,” Yanar’s face changed.

He hadn’t expected the master to go directly to settle accounts with the old Pope!

…

East Servia, the Church of Creation.

As an important missionary point for the Church of Creation in the imperial capital.

The old Pope Randolph naturally resided here.

It was late at night, and the church was dark. Only a single lamp was lit in the pavilion in the backyard.

Randolph sat in the pavilion, calmly preparing tea.

Even though he was alone, he had prepared two teacups.

The tea was crystal clear and quite peculiar.

The teacups were celadon glazed, layered with thin ice.

He sat there as calmly as if waiting for some distinguished guest.

“Swish!”

A slight breeze blew, and Noa appeared in the pavilion.

She glanced at the scene in the pavilion and knew that the other party had already anticipated her arrival.

“You knew I was coming?”

Randolph stood up, revealing a gentle smile.

“A flash of divine inspiration, perhaps it was the will of the gods.”

“Lady Noa, it’s been a long time. Your grace is still as striking as ever.”

Looking at the young girl before him, whose appearance was immature but whose bearing was graceful.

He was still as surprised as he had been twenty years ago when he first met Noa.

As he spoke, he conjured a cup of tea out of thin air and offered it to Noa.

“I heard you enjoy tasting tea the most. This is Palano Tea, the freshest.”

Noa looked calmly at the color of the tea.

“It is indeed Palano Tea.”

“The most famous tea in the empire. It grows naturally and cannot be cultivated artificially.”

“It grows in the Palano Marsh, where poisonous gas hangs heavy and dragons encircle it, making it impossible to take a single step. Yet, its yield is extremely scarce.”

She did indeed love tea, especially unique flavors like Palano Tea.

“If Your Ladyship likes it, I also have a small box here.”

A fawning look appeared on Randolph’s aged face.

His white beard trembled slightly.

After all, he was the former Pope, holding a high status.

He was also a Dragon-Tier powerhouse with deep seniority.

Strictly speaking, there were very few people in the entire empire who could make him this humble.

Unfortunately, Noa was one of those few.

Noa’s expression was calm as she gazed at the teacup before her.

Then she took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Randolph’s face lit up with joy.

Since she drank the tea, it meant the matter could still be discussed.

However.

“I will drink the tea, but I want the person too.”

The moment she put down the teacup, Noa said a single, brief sentence.

Randolph’s smile vanished, and his expression soured.

The other party was indeed as domineering as he had predicted.

“What person? Can Your Ladyship inform me?”

“You truly don’t know?”

“I truly do not know.”

The corner of Noa’s mouth curved slightly, revealing a faint smile.

“Lord former Pope, have you forgotten the most famous skill of the Sage class, Lie Detection?”

She stepped forward.

“You represent the Church. It is inconvenient for me to attack you.”

“But today, either you give up this church, or you hand over the person.”

Randolph’s brows furrowed. He knew that things couldn’t be resolved peacefully today.

“The First Chair of the Dragon-Slaying Guard, is this how you bully the weak?”

Noa did not reply.

Her fair, bare feet stepped on the void, causing ripples to spread out.

The next second, the entire pavilion exploded!

It turned into scattered debris and dust.

Randolph remained silent.

But his calmness did not mean that another person was calm.

The aura of the person hidden in a dark corner not far away became flustered.

This moment was instantly captured by Noa, an Emperor-Tier expert.

“In front of me.”

In an instant, a figure was violently thrown between Noa and Randolph.

The person’s body was withered, his aura weak, and he still held a bow. It was undoubtedly the archer.

Seeing this, Randolph snorted coldly. The aura of a Dragon-Tier Priest erupted from his body.

A giant hand condensed from green magical power reached out, intending to shield the archer behind him.

“Sever arm.”

Noa uttered two words.

The next second, a white blade of light, with its magical power condensed to the extreme, whistled out of thin air!

It directly cut off the giant green hand, and the archer’s right arm at the shoulder as well.

“Ahhhhh! My hand! Pope, save me! Save me!”

The arm fell to the ground, blood spraying wildly.

The Over-Tier archer screamed endlessly as he crawled towards Randolph, step by step.

The veins on Randolph’s forehead bulged, and the magical power on his body leaked out frantically.

But he knew he was no match for Noa, so he forced himself to calm down.

“Your Ladyship is truly vicious.”

An archer’s main attack hand is generally the right hand. If the right hand is severed, this person’s life is basically ruined.

The Over-Tier cultivation is directly reset to zero.

Coupled with the fact that this person was already seriously injured, severing his arm meant he wouldn’t live long.

Noa was noncommittal.

Ignoring the person crawling on the ground, she spoke to Randolph.

“Although I don’t know why you wanted to kill him, if there is a next time…”

“Some people’s heads will be on the line.”

Her voice was tender but carried chilling killing intent.

Cold sweat broke out on Randolph’s back, and his expression froze.

“Who on earth is he? A mere one-star Dragon-Slaying Guard, is he worth your attention?”