Chapter 315: The Love Alliance between the Saint Heir and the Witch_3

In a place where nobody noticed,

droplets of cold sweat...

slid down from Judge Yake's forehead.

Yake didn't know when that presence had appeared behind him, nor did he know what it was; the shielding of the Magic God Merlin was enough to elude the perception of saints. He was only aware of the tangible malice and eeriness right behind him, knowing that if his blade moved forward an inch more, or if he spoke another word about An Su, that malice would devour him first.

Because, as a saint's intuition told Yake, there were two invisible blades hanging over his neck.

"Lord Yake."

An Su still wore that innocent smile, his dark blue eyes filled with kindness alone, a polite and well-behaved good child, "You asked for proof of my Radiance, so I shall show you right now."