Gripping the sword hilt tightly, Jacques spun around and charged to one side.
Isabella, sensing so emotion, reacted a mont too late. Under normal circumstances, she could have anticipated and stopped Jacques, but this ti, she was still one step behind. Thɪs chapter is updated by novelFɪre
As a holy knight, Jacques’ current body stats had already reached eight, and he had not yet hit a bottleneck.
He only needed to train for another year or two to return to his family and, with their power, rapidly ascend to Steel Seed status.
Under these conditions, Jacques could already dash far in just one second.
Although Isabella was quick-witted, her agility was lacking.
Priests clearly had a disadvantage here—they needed to reach Steel Seed to compensate well.
Only then could they forcibly control their bodies with their spirit to respond swiftly to enemy movents.
By the ti Isabella realized this and turned around, all she could see was Jacques shrinking into a small black dot in the distance.
Putting aside the sadness in her heart, Isabella quickly made the right decision—she would go find the old priest.
She knew very well that before Jacques ca here, he had been harboring a grudge, wanting to punish the family traitor.
For Jacques, hitting those illegally mining whalehide ore was not the main point; the key was to use this incident to teach Nais a lesson.
This was one of the reasons Isabella had always been hesitant about pursuing Jacques.
It wasn’t because Jacques lacked kindness—such a person willing to uphold justice was rare in noble families, and his character was already qualified.
The problem was that Jacques was too deeply influenced by his family.
His mind was filled with the family’s honor, and anything said by his family was absolutely correct; he never questioned its truth.
People like that were too easily used as cannon fodder for their family.
And now, Jacques was exactly like that.
Benjamin, the tainted witness, was directly linked to Op, the miner, not Nais. They first needed to establish Op’s guilt, then investigate whether there was any collusion between the two.
Only after confirming that could they deal with Nais.
The holy knight status was Nais’ greatest shield. Back then, even though the Dartmanley family hated Nais to no end, they still couldn’t take action!
Yet now, after the witness died, Jacques’ first thought was not Op but to charge straight at Nais.
“The family’s influence has already robbed Jacques of his most basic logical judgnt.”
“Attacking a full-fledged holy knight while still an apprentice is a serious cri!” In any organized faction, insubordination was extrely frowned upon.
Isabella understood this clearly, which was why she rushed to find the old priest.
Only the old priest could suppress this matter now.
Jacques had no idea that after his reckless move, Isabella would think so much.
He had only one thought: to confront Nais for an explanation.
His idea was simple—who else in this village could carry out such a large-scale massacre besides Nais?
In Jacques’ mind, there was only one thought: Nais is the villain. So when sothing bad happens and the only capable person around is Nais, he must be confronted!
Soon, he spotted Nais’ house.
“Nais!!!” Jacques shouted without hesitation, charging forward and kicking the door with a powerful blow, about to break in and grab Nais to ask why he killed so many innocent people!
But the next mont, Jacques’ body was flung backward.
He crashed heavily onto the ground, dragging a long trail across the floor.
Nais slowly stepped out from inside the house, slightly turning his body and casting a downward glance at the fallen Jacques.
After he ca out, the door behind him cracked and shattered into many pieces.
When Jacques rushed over, Nais had already sensed it and kicked out from inside the door at the exact mont Jacques kicked in.
Their feet collided through the door.
This was how things ended up like this.
“Attacking a full holy knight is a serious cri, Jacques. Have you lost your mind?”
“If that’s the case, pay for my door, and I might forgive you.” Nais said this, feeling the stirring power of the forgiveness commandnt within himself.
Besides enhancing his power and studying faith, the commandnt system was the most complete ability preserved within divinity.
Unfortunately, commandnts were not sothing that could be established casually.
And even if established, not all commandnts provided enough support.
A perfect commandnt required actual establishnt, alignnt with the nature of the divine commandnt, and a certain difficulty to truly activate.
When unable to add new commandnts for the ti being, increasing the strength and breadth of existing ones was the fastest way to improve power.
Jacques might be foolish, but his strength was undeniably real.
If Nais forgave him, he might gain a decent bonus.
“Dream on! Today I will crusade against evil!” Jacques was already deaf to Nais’ words. His mind was filled only with his own thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, he activated the secret breathing technique, clutching a white-yellow bead hanging on his chest with one hand, murmuring a sacred incantation.
“God, may the Dartmanley family kiss the land you walk on and follow the path of the saint. Grant the power to sever obstacles and continue forward!”
As the words fell, the white-yellow bead in front of Jacques emitted a faint glow, enveloping him.
Secret Transmission: Path of the Saint.
A saint once appeared in the Dartmanley family. He once walked on the land of disaster, following the steps of the gods, ultimately obtaining a divine miracle.
With this miracle, he gained fa and founded the family.
One of the family’s heritage foundations was this secret art, which was closely related to the sacred and greatly enhanced the strength of its mbers.
“You don’t know this move, traitor!” Jacques took a stance, staring fixedly at Nais, his eyes like a dye house—full of chaotic emotions.
Hatred and anger toward Nais, pride in his own secret art and power, and the joy of teaching Nais a lesson.
These emotions pushed him forward. Jacques stepped firmly, shifted his body to one side, gripping his sword with both hands, spinning as he slashed horizontally at Nais.
Nais narrowed his eyes, feeling the flowing faith power in this secret technique.
Interest imdiately sparked, and he raised his sword to parry diagonally upward.
“Sizzle!” The sword blade wailed.
Nais assessed the situation.
“The power level is about eleven, already exceeding the Black Stone grade maximum, which is acceptable.”
“However, this kind of secret technique usually cos with special traits, which need to be considered!”
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