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

An Su stared at the fresh blood on her hands, thinking to herself how her girlish heart was indeed brimming with vivid red vitality.

"Like a vase sitting in the church, sipping flower tea, and accepting the protection of Holy Knights, that's what good upbringing for a princess is all about." Cersei revealed a flawless smile, lightly lifting the hem of her white dress, "Please rest assured, Mr. An Su."

There was no need to kill the enemy; merely sitting in the church made it possible to effortlessly skip classes and complete tasks, and... potentially usurp the identity of the Dawn Saintess, who left a monumental impact in history and whom successive Radiant Holy Saintesses regarded as the benchmark.

An Su gazed at Cersei's perfectly innocent smile and slightly furrowed his brow.

—So this was Princess Cersei's plot...

By usurping the identity of the Dawn Saintess, it was as if plucking the significant impact that Maria had left in the history of Radiance and even in human history. The story of the Dawn Saintess was celebrated even thirty thousand years later, influencing countless Radiant Followers, and it was also held as a model in the education of the Royal Family.

With that fruit plucked, the impact that Cersei would be able to create in this world would reach an SS-level!

An Su had recognized the extent of what Princess Cersei was capable of. Not only had she murdered the person in question, but she also took away all of her honors. For Saintess Maria to have such a fan as Cersei even thirty thousand years later was indeed a terrible stroke of bad luck.

If it were only a matter of these ambitions, that would be one thing...

Most importantly,

Task Three: Please kill as many stitched monsters as possible.

This task was worth ten points.

Cersei seemed to be trapped in the church, only able to pray, no longer able to kill any stitched creatures—and that's what she claimed. But in reality, it was all false, all an act!

Because An Su remembered the effect of the Dawn Ceremony,

"At the end of the ceremony, all dark life forms will be purified."

Before the ceremony ended, Cersei indeed wouldn't score a single point, but once it did, she would be able to harvest the entire field!

And she would have avoided all combat.

Cooperating with Cersei was indeed a win-win situation. An Su stood to gain a fair amount, but Cersei would reap even more benefits.

Dealing with such a woman was indeed a headache... An Su massaged Luo Xiaohei's cat head, provoking the latter to glare angrily and curse in meows... Interacting with cats was indeed more comfortable.

"For you to achieve these goals, there is one prerequisite," An Su blinked his cyan-blue eyes, "You need to hand over all your guards to me. If I fail to protect you, your ceremony will be interrupted, and all your plans will come to naught." Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

The Dawn Ceremony was a Great Magic that consumed a significant amount of spiritual power and could be reset by the slightest disturbance.

"Do you believe so firmly that I can deal with those stitched lives?" He asked with a smile, "Do you have that much confidence in me?"

"I'm only a Fourth Tier saint, after all. You're gambling, aren't you?"

"Of course you can, Mr. An Su, I certainly believe in you."

Her pure, immaculate eyes reflected An Su's visage, her gaze snow white, nearly transparent, as if a clear and light sky, and Cersei stated as if it were obvious, "Others may not be able to do it, but you certainly can."

"Because you are that Mr. An Su, my rival Cersei Milton." Cersei looked into An Su's eyes and said earnestly and deliberately, "I swear on my justice, this is not a lie."

Whether he should be pleased or feel inferior at receiving such high praise from the 'Golden Kite Tyrant' of later generations, An Su did not know.

The cooperation seemed win-win.

"You are now clear about all my 'schemes'."

"So, Mr. An Su, I will ask one last time."

Cersei spoke softly, the gentle moonlight piercing through the stained glass, casting a faint frost over the world, and Cersei elegantly extended her delicate and exquisite hand towards the young man, every gesture perfect,

"Will you agree to stand by my side, to become my Guardian Knight—"

Suddenly, in those pure, serene pupils, a madness and obsession surged, as if it could engulf the whole world!

"Mr. An Su Moningsta."

An Su took the hand extended by the Princess, as if a flawless Knight gently bowing his head, the pale moonlight cast upon the side of the young man's face, his grey and white hair tangled with the rustling evening breeze, dancing alongside the stars in the night sky.

"I would be delighted, Princess Cersei Milton."

In the shadows untouched by the moonlight, a stern smile curved upon An Su's lips.