Chapter 138

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Chapter 138: Why Did the Church of Light Send Her to the Front Lines?

“It seems I have been stood up by the Holy Alliance.”

While the seven legends and five legions waged war on Dragonspine Mountain, Lolth leisurely wandered through the new western camp, arriving at a clear conclusion.

The Holy Alliance had no intention of launching an attack at all.

After the enthusiastic Seychelles soldier Pilaf’s team was called away, Lolth found herself alone in the tent.

She was far from a simple country girl; sitting idly in the lounge drinking tea was out of the question.

As Pilaf left to welcome an important figure from the Church of Light, Lolth began to roam the camp, searching for signs of the New Western Line’s supposed attack.

Even a secret plan would leave traces in the camp: the movement of supplies, the maintenance of logistics, the scale of training, or even changes in food allocation.

For someone like Lolth—an experienced traveler with a sharp mind—one glance was enough to assess the scope of an operation.

Wherever there is activity, there are traces. Facts do not lie.

However, the problem soon became apparent. After a brief investigation, Lolth discovered the New Western Line was peaceful. Too peaceful.

There were no signs of an impending attack.

Patrols and training were routine, and the logistics department showed no movement of equipment or supplies.

“If this isn’t being abandoned, then what is?” Lolth thought bitterly.

Still, she felt uneasy. The situation didn’t seem right.

The counterattack plan was handed to Isabella with care and precision. Could it all be a trick?

Unbeknownst to Lolth, a far more perplexing situation was unfolding elsewhere, driving both the Demon Army and the Holy Alliance on Dragonspine Mountain to the brink of frustration.

After some thought, she identified the root of the problem:

The “big shot” from the Church of Light.

Just as the Demon King had shifted Shelldor from the central to the western line, the Holy Alliance must have sent a high-ranking commander to oversee the counterattack.

For some reason, this important figure had only just arrived at the western front.

Perhaps they’d been delayed on the road.

“Well,” Lolth mused, “since I’m here, I might as well see what kind of person they’ve sent.”

With that, Lolth activated her Magic Perception, scanning the camp for powerful presences.

Sure enough, a distinct energy stood out—a holy and radiant force, far more intense than the last place she visited.

It was undoubtedly legendary, and not at the beginner level either.

“Wow, someone really strong is here,” Lolth muttered.

Following the direction of the energy, Lolth meandered toward the camp’s entrance, feigning confusion as she approached.

In the distance, she saw two rows of Seychelles soldiers standing at attention, welcoming a procession of white-armored knights.

The knights’ pure white armor gleamed, covering their bodies completely, with square helmets concealing their faces save for their resolute eyes. Their bright yellow capes bore large silver crosses.

Their silent, dignified march exuded a sacred pressure that seemed capable of overwhelming even legends.

At the center of the formation, a group of cavalry rode on armored warhorses, their heavier white armor stamped with prominent cross emblems. Two knights carried flags—a bright yellow background adorned with intricate silver crosses, with a partially unfurled scroll design at the center.

“Sanctuary Knights… The Oracle,” Lolth murmured.

This was one of the three Grand Knight Orders of the Holy Lieto Empire, tasked with the most sacred duties of the Church of Light.

Having read The Biography of the Lady of Light, Lolth instantly recognized the knights and their leader—a lone figure without a helmet, riding a warhorse at the center of the formation.

Her flaxen hair was tied into a scorpion-tail whip. Freckles dotted her youthful face, and her light gray eyes shone with clarity.

Though her features resembled those of a small-town girl, her presence was anything but ordinary.

“Janine Irene,” Lolth whispered.

At twenty-one, she was a legendary Grand Knight—a year younger than Isabella.

Despite her reliance on “external help” from the Church, her strength was undeniable.

Not only was she the captain of the Oracle Knight Order, but she was also the personal guardian of the Lady of Light herself.

Rumors whispered of an inseparable bond between Janine and the saintess, dating back to their childhoods.

The Oracle Knight Order, tasked with protecting the Church’s most prominent figures, rarely appeared on the battlefield without the saintess.

So why was Janine Irene here?

“Why did the Church of Light send her?” Lolth thought, her brow furrowing.

She had expected reinforcements from the Compassion or Judgment orders—or perhaps even the Inquisition.

But the Oracle Knight Order?

It made no sense. If Janine Irene was here, did that mean the Lady of Light was nearby?

Impossible.

While the saintess was nearly invincible within Eden Palace, leaving its sacred grounds diminished her power. It seemed unthinkable for her to risk coming to the front lines.

Even without the saintess, the Oracle Knight Order’s strength rivaled that of the other orders. Yet their deployment to Vera Plain felt excessive.

Confused and unsettled, Lolth couldn’t piece together the Church’s strategy for the New Western Line.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Janine Irene, who had been scanning the camp, suddenly locked eyes with her.

From across the distance, Janine’s piercing gaze bore down on Lolth, as though she had already sensed something… unusual.