They were all looking at Amelia's astonishing face. She was still as beautiful as she was 80 years ago. Not a trace of age could be seen.
The king, Leonard Von Oridale, stepped forward.
"My sweet Amelia, please forgive me for what I did that day. I was ordered by my father to do it. I still love you. Please return to my life. I'll make you the queen and divorce all my 17 wives for you."
Amelia appeared in front of Leonard in a blink and gouged out his tongue.
She didn't utter a single word.
"Ah! Ahhh!"
Leonard was rolling on the ground like a slaughtered chicken. Blood was gushing out from his mouth.
Amelia attacked the others in the meantime.
All 12 of the remaining saints attacked at once.
But they were like ants in front of her.
One of the old saints died from a single blow—his upper body turned into meat paste.
Then another one died.
Amelia kept five of them alive, only cutting off their balls.
She wanted them to feel the pain before killing them.
