Chapter 482: Chapter 285 Noble Person? _1
 

Shamara, the new resident of the Fallen Legion, donned her Holy Armor, covered her face, and fluttered her signature quartet of black light wings as she descended.

Two knights clad in black armor beat their chests in salute to her and reported: “Lord Dark Angel, Lord Anthony and Lord Ange are awaiting your arrival.”

Shamara nodded without changing her expression, but sweat already started to form in her palm. It was her first time presenting herself as the Dark Angel before others. Pretending to be something she’s not, to deceive others was challenging for someone as virtuous as her.

Thankfully the Holy Armor hides everything, even her facial expression from others.

“Hold on, don’t be nervous. Go.” The voice of Luna resounded in Shamara’s ear.

Shamara stepped towards the camp, passing several sentinels, and receiving salutes a dozen times before finally arriving at the main tent, where Ange and Anthony had been waiting for her.

After all the outsiders left, and it was only them, Shamara lifted her visor and sighed heavily: “I’m suffocating, Lord Anthony. Can I stop pretending to be the Dark Angel? I’m really bad at this. I’m scared of being discovered.”

Shamara agreed to Anthony’s plan to rebuild the Fallen Legion, but now she felt it was too difficult. She had never lied in her life, but now she had to maintain a pseudo identity, and every word out of her mouth was a lie. She was extremely troubled, she would rather hunt dragons alone.

“Oh?” Anthony narrowed his eyes as he smiled: “If it’s truly too difficult, then don’t do it. It’s indeed difficult for someone as pure, honest, and upright like you to deceive others.”

Anthony’s words hit right in her heart. She is someone righteous who would rather suffer herself than lie.

Anthony frowned and said: “But after all, Luna is not human. There are times when she may overlook certain things. For instance, when the weather is too hot, she certainly wouldn’t think to seek shelter. Instead, she would think ‘It’s only 50 degrees, let’s keep going,’ and then everyone would be exhausted from the heat.”

Luna’s phantom form couldn’t help but appear and retorted: “I’m not that stupid.”

“Just a metaphor, a metaphor. Let me change it. For example, when a woman is uncomfortable during those few days of the month, she definitely wouldn’t be as considerate as Lord Nage, who arranges for things like sanitary pads.” said Anthony.

Shamara’s face turned red, but she felt empathetic. When she hid in Dark City, she was able to avoid running around bare-bottomed thanks to the sanitary pads arranged by Negris. She immediately blurted out: “Lord Nage is truly a friend to women.”

The image of Negris being projected on Ange was dumbfounded. With just a few words, he unexpectedly gained the title of ‘Friend of Women’?

“Most of these people were corrupted by you, they can’t go back to their hometowns or the church. Some of them were even taken in by Goddess of Beauty City, but they ran back. They still yearn for the light in their hearts. Those people need to be taken care of.” said Anthony earnestly.

Negris couldn’t help but curse: “Yearning for light my ass, aren’t those people specially selected by you? That castrati singer Sandri is a loyal follower of Ange, you picked him too.”

Negris was infuriated by the fact that this guy could twist black into white, dead into living. What was obviously contamination was painted by him as yearning for light. Listening to this guy’s words is a mistake. You could be sold without even realizing it.

But his words hit home with Shamara.

As a saint who longs for the light. She was stubborn, unwilling to lie or connive. Hence, she persisted in believing that the gods had disappeared due to the Holy Spirit Possession. Therefore, she was persuaded to step down by Guliani.

But in the end, her desire for the holy light was so strong that she awakened the Power of Fall. From any perspective, she seems to be more saint-like than those who choose to compromise under pressure.

She corrupted those people to seize the holy light. However, due to a few words from Anthony, she felt obligated to those people. Failing to take up this responsibility would be akin to disappointing those believers longing for the light.

Then she remembered Luna’s non-human characteristics, just as Anthony said she wouldn’t even know to use a tampon when bleeding.

Compared to these considerations, her inner fear seemed to be nothing serious.

Seeing the expression on her face, Anthony knew she had wavered and he seized the opportunity to say: “Luna, after all, is a holy spirit and her limits are already set. But you are different. You are the God Thief, as long as you steal enough followers, the holy light will be yours.”

“The… The holy light is mine.” Shamara mumbled, a glitter of determination in her eyes.

She pulled her mask back down. From now on, Shamara was the true Dark Angel.

Anthony wore a faint smile. Despite being decades old, Shamara was as naive as a baby in his eyes. He has lived for a millennium, he could see right through the cause of her fear.

The fear vanished into thin air after a conversation about responsibilities and yearning.

After comforting Shamara, Anthony hurried to the point. He briefed everyone about the situation concerning the Insect God, Mattis.

“That insect exterminator only said ‘Essence…’, I don’t know what the ‘essence…’ refers to. I’ve compiled a list of all the place names in this realm that start with ‘Essence.’ Take a look and see which one resonates with you the most.” Anthony suggested as he handed over a piece of paper.