"He saved the Saintess!"
"Who is that? Why can he fly?"
"Could it be someone from the Sky City?"
"He doesn't look like a person from the Holy City."
After a brief silence, a buzz of discussion erupted among the people.
Just moments ago, the Saintess fell from the cliff, scaring everyone's minds blank. By the time they recovered, the Saintess had already been rescued.
The believers looked up, their gazes all fixed on Oliver.
However, after watching for a long time, no one could discern his origin.
Especially with such a handsome appearance, he definitely wasn't a local.
Damnatio stared gloomily at the two figures in mid-air.
Just one second more, and the Saintess would have fallen to her death, and the authority to convey the Titan's oracle throughout Amphoreus would have fallen into her hands.
But then, this man appeared out of nowhere and ruined everything.
"Since she didn't die by accident, then she will die by assassination from a foreigner."
Damnatio immediately activated Plan B.
She sent someone to notify the assassins lurking in the Three-Phase Hall.
They were all foreigners, picked up by her since childhood and trained as deathsworn.
This way, no one would be able to trace it back to her.
Looking at Oliver again.
He held the maiden in his arms, standing in the air, like an envoy from a god.
Especially with a beam of light shining on half of his handsome face, making him appear even more sacred.
Mortis snapped out of her despair, realizing she was being held tightly in the arms of a stranger.
For a moment, she didn't know whether to be relieved that she was alive or to be shy about being so intimate with a man—she could only feel a pair of strong, powerful arms supporting her. Despite being hundreds of meters in the air, she felt incredibly safe.
"Who are you? Why did you save me?"
Mortis looked at Oliver with confusion and asked softly.
Logically, all the Saintess's guards in the Holy City had been replaced; everyone around her was Damnatio's person.
Yet someone had actually stepped forward to save her in a moment of crisis.
Doing so would surely put him at odds with Damnatio.
But Mortis didn't recognize this savior at all.
"My name is Oliver, and I am a Divine Envoy."
Oliver smiled, looking down at the red-haired beauty in his arms.
She was like a startled wildcat, waiting for a kind person's comfort.
"I like beautiful things, like you. Would you just watch as something you like gets shattered?"
Of course not.
No one can witness something they cherish being destroyed and remain indifferent.
Mortis gently shook her head, understanding Oliver's meaning.
Such a direct expression of liking, coming from someone else, would be seen as lust at first sight, but from Oliver's lips, Mortis felt no offense or disgust at all.
Instead, she felt a strange sense of comfort.
Presumably, it was because he was a Titan's envoy.
"You are the Titan's Divine Envoy, please punish those who have lost their reverence for the Titan, please guide those who have gone astray back to the right path."
Mortis clasped her hands together, making her plea to Oliver in his arms.
Her eyes were so sincere and earnest that it was hard to refuse.
Oliver wanted to contact Tribios, and contacting her mother was a good option.
"But—"
Before he could finish, a dozen whooshing sounds echoed.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!
A dozen arrows flew towards Oliver and Mortis.
Clearly, they were aimed at taking their lives.
With a thought from Oliver, a barrier appeared around him.
The arrows stopped three meters away from Oliver, as if fixed in place by something.
Seeing this, Mortis's thoughts were complex. She hadn't expected those people to have so many methods to kill her.
If she hadn't fallen to her death today, she would have been shot to death by arrows, and there would have been even more—if she hadn't met Oliver today, she would have surely died, and her daughter would have also been persecuted.
Thinking of this, she grew even more indignant.
She wasn't the only one angry; Oliver's smile had vanished.
He glanced at the source of the arrows, then at the old woman at the entrance of the main hall, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Ungrateful wretches, just like the Senate."
Oliver was the type to always repay grudges, and without delay.
"Shed Armor!"
"Shed again!"
Oliver's eyes were sharp, his gaze fixed on Damnatio.
The next second, the old woman, from head to toe, even the ribbons on her feet, were completely Shed Armor.
Her clothes seemed to come alive, bursting open on their own!
"The Grand Official's clothes burst!"
Someone shouted, and the sensitive phrase instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"Indecent!"
"Immoral!"
"It's black—ew ~"
In an instant, everyone's gaze fell on Damnatio again.
A middle-aged woman, stripped naked in public and stared at by countless people, was undoubtedly a form of torture.
At this moment, Damnatio had not yet recovered from her astonishment.
She didn't understand what had happened.
She only knew that she was now stark naked, her two hands not enough to cover all the crucial parts.
"Don't look! No one look! If you keep looking, I'll pluck out your eyeballs!"
She shrieked desperately, seemingly losing her official composure due to overwhelming shame.
"Pfft~"
Mortis chuckled in Oliver's arms.
She seemed quite pleased to watch her mortal enemy make a fool of herself.
The power of the gods was indeed wondrous; a single word could leave a mortal unclothed.
Oliver was very satisfied with the effect of [Shed Armor]. Although it was just a basic application, it was quite interesting.
"Is she the only one who wants to kill you?"
Oliver asked coldly.
Mortis nodded: "Yes, the others haven't shown their true colors yet."
"Good, watch."
Oliver raised his hand and pointed.
The Power of Abundance condensed into a dozen seeds.
He flicked his finger, and those Abundance seeds shot out like bullets!
A dozen green lines appeared in the air, the afterimages of the seeds.
In a blink of an eye.
Bang!
A bullet struck Damnatio's brow, directly piercing it.