Chapter 70: Need Help Writing an Apology Letter?
With the Crimson Knight Order’s support, Cynthia immediately displayed exceptional command abilities.
She stood on the high platform of the judgment hall, her Saint uniform fluttering in the wind, her crimson hair touched with a layer of gray from the battlefield smoke. Sword in her right hand, she traced precise trajectories in the air with her left, her voice clear and commanding.
“First Knight Squad handles east gate defense, Second Squad evacuates civilians to the central square, Third Squad eliminates remaining shadow demons in the city!”
Each order was precisely targeted as the Crimson Knights swiftly sprang into action. Cynthia’s gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, determination blazing in her ruby-like eyes. She raised her hand, conjuring a ball of crimson flame that illuminated the entire battlefield.
“In the goddess’s name, Celeste shall never fall!”
Her voice rang like war drums, inspiring every defender.
At this moment, those family members who had originally followed Edith stood frozen in place, at a loss. Cynthia strode up to them, her sharp gaze scanning each person before stopping on Sabrina’s pale face.
“Now that Celeste City faces grave danger,”
The Saint’s voice was cold and authoritative.
“As family members, don’t you know what you should be doing?”
“Y-Young Miss… we…”
Sabrina’s lips trembled as tears streamed down her face.
“No need to say more.”
Cynthia cut her off sharply.
“Now isn’t the time for explanations. If you want to atone, go to the east wall and assist in defense.”
These traitors snapped to attention, grabbing weapons to join the battle.
Cynthia watched their retreating figures, suppressing the disgust and anger in her heart, especially toward Sabrina—this attendant who had accompanied her since childhood had actually…
After everyone had thrown themselves into battle, Cynthia finally couldn’t support herself anymore, staggering to lean against a broken wall. Her fingers dug deep into the stone cracks, her knuckles white from strain. Everything had changed too quickly—from prisoner to leader, from despair to hope, like an absurd dream.
“Cynthia, right now they need a symbol, a banner.”
Sean appeared beside her at some point, his warm palm gently supporting her trembling shoulder.
Cynthia looked up to see her own reflection in Sean’s deep eyes. She took a deep breath and straightened her back. Yes, Celeste needed the Crimson Saint now, needed that symbol that would never fall. Now wasn’t the time to relax.
She re-tied her disheveled red hair, wiped the marks from her face, and the flame emblem on her uniform gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. When she strode toward the battlefield again, every movement was filled with strength and determination.

On the north gate walls of Celeste, the Crimson Knight Order warriors had retreated to their last line of defense. Deputy Commander Katie’s sword had long since broken, and she knelt on one knee, her red and white armor covered in cracks and black bloodstains. Behind her, the mages’ magical power was nearly exhausted, barely maintaining a crumbling protective barrier.
“Hold on! Just a little longer!”
Katie shouted hoarsely, but her voice was quickly drowned out by the shadow demons’ piercing shrieks.
Suddenly, a crimson light sliced through the sky.
“BOOM—”
A giant sword wreathed in roaring flames descended from above, instantly reducing dozens of shadow demons to ash. Heat waves swept across, dispersing the black fog that had shrouded the walls.
Everyone looked up to see Cynthia standing atop the wall, her crimson dress fluttering in the heat waves. Her long hair flowed like living flame, her eyes dancing with crimson light. The flaming sword in her hand radiated astonishing heat, causing the very air around it to warp with temperature.
“It’s Lady Cynthia!”
A young knight shouted excitedly, tears mixing with blood on his cheeks.
“We’re saved!”
The mages straightened their backs again as the protective barrier blazed with brilliant light.
Cynthia slowly descended before the crowd, the flaming sword light as a feather in her hands. With a simple wave, dozens of shadow demons were reduced to ash.
“Knight Order, listen up!”
Her voice reached every ear clearly.
“Reform ranks! Ranged mages provide cover, everyone else follow me into battle!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Under Cynthia’s leadership, the previously crumbling defense line instantly became impregnable. Each swing of her sword was accompanied by shadow demons’ agonized wails, and wherever flame passed, darkness completely retreated.
“Leave this to you.”
With the shadow demon army’s formation scattered and no longer a threat, Cynthia sheathed her flaming sword. She turned to Katie.
“Lady Cynthia, won’t you rest a moment?”
Katie looked worriedly at the Saint’s pale complexion.
Cynthia shook her head, her red hair gleaming in the sunlight:
“Other areas still need reinforcement. We can’t let our guard down.”
Before she finished speaking, her figure had already transformed into a streak of firelight, racing toward the east gate.
Meanwhile, on a small hill outside Celeste City, Ardur’s black robe fluttered in the wind.
He squinted those narrow eyes, staring intently at that crimson figure on the distant city walls—Cynthia wielding her flaming sword, each slash accompanied by shadow demons’ agonized screams. His slender fingers unconsciously clenched, knuckles white with strain.
“Such nauseating righteousness…”
He cursed under his breath, a cold smile playing at his lips.
Beside him, a pale blue magical communication hovered in mid-air. In the projection, a man remained hidden in shadows, only the cold reflection of his glasses visible.
“Doctor, the power of your shadow demons seems rather inadequate.”
Ardur toyed with the snake-shaped dagger in his hand, the blade flipping nimbly between his fingers, his tone casual yet challenging.
“These are only prototypes. Having this much power is already impressive.”
The man in the projection lifted his head slightly, cold light flashing behind his lenses. His tone suddenly turned icy.
“You failed quite thoroughly this time, Ardur.”
Before Ardur could respond, a veiled woman appeared at the edge of the communication screen. She crossed her arms, her exposed half-face written with mockery.
“A mere brute trying to play at schemes—serves you right.”
“Shut up, Angelina.”
Veins bulged at Ardur’s temples, but he forced himself not to lash out, merely glaring viciously at the woman in the projection while retorting.
“Didn’t you also lose to the Light Saint?”
“At least I didn’t lose as badly as you.”
Angelina shrugged nonchalantly, a cold smile playing beneath her veil as she elegantly tossed her hair.
“I fought Heralith to a draw.”
“Enough. You two should think about how to face the Deputy’s punishment first.”
The Doctor interrupted coldly, his lenses reflecting icy light as he turned to Ardur.
“Ardur, collect the shadow demons’ combat data and return immediately.”
“Understood.”
The instant the communication cut off, Ardur savagely plunged his dagger into the nearby rock.
With a “crack,” the solid stone was pierced like tofu as he ground his teeth in a low growl.
“That bitch Angelina…”
Suddenly, light footsteps sounded behind him.
Ardur spun around to see Sean leaning against a withered tree, his black coat swaying gently in the wind.
“Mr. Ardur, we meet again. Looks like your mission isn’t going very smoothly.”
Sean wore that infuriating slight smile, leisurely straightening up with his right hand casually in his pocket.
“Need help writing an apology letter?”