When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

Sitting in the carriage on the way back, Matis propped his right hand against his cheek, while his left hand tightly clutched a newspaper.

This was the latest news from the Holy Sect, documenting the massacre in Grew City by the governor.

However, compared to the blunt reports from the Holy Sect, the Windmill Independence Gazette in front of him seemed oblivious, still reporting the vampires’ "benevolent governance."

This made him increasingly confident in his decision, especially after hearing the news that Remington had chosen to attend the banquet.

If he had known this news earlier, he would have stayed, given Remington two punches, and then left.

The carriage wheels rolled over the pebbles on the King’s Path, jolting him to the bone.

He turned his gaze to the sky, recalling that when he left Remington that afternoon, the sky was clear, but now a thin blood mist was floating.

It wasn’t real blood, it was the blood smoke from the Royal Court’s Blood Mist Workshop mixed with rainwater, diluting into a pale red in the sky.

Like a dirty scarf, it tightly covered Dam City.

The moment the carriage entered the city gates, he was stunned.

The walls that were once covered with signs like "Famine Relief" and "Epidemic Prevention" were now draped with scarlet banners.

The material was coarse burlap, embroidered with gold thread.

"Welcome to the Great Priest of Serafe to Dam City!"

"Vampires and humans build a circle of peace and prosperity together."

The most glaring was the one at the city gate, embroidered with "The Light of the Eternal Lord shines forever on Windmill Land."

A few merchants dressed in silk robes were cheekily directing hired workers to adjust the banners, while the workers were cheerfully engaged.

To the uninformed, it might seem like there was some celebration going on in the city!

Indeed, it was worth celebrating; with vampires here, peace was ensured, and they could make money again.

Compared to the king’s priests who balanced power, and the Holy Sect siding with the farmers, vampires were almost the best rulers in this world.

All they needed was money and blood, nothing else mattered to them.

"Stop..." Matis’s voice trembled.

The coachman pulled the reins, puzzled, and turned his head: "Sir, we haven’t reached your home yet."

"I want to get off!"

Although confused, the coachman still opened the carriage door.

Jumping off the carriage, he ignored the coachman’s attempts to stop him and headed straight for the banners at the city gate.

His steps grew faster and faster, his chest felt blocked, suffocating, forcing all his hot blood to his head.

The scenes depicted in the news and witnessed in Grew City resurfaced in his mind.

Blood in the ponds, blood in the cups, blood on the streets, and the scattered white bones in the sea of flowers...

The blood on the roofs of Grew City, at this moment, had all turned into the red banners on the eaves of Dam City.

Just as the hired workers nailed a corner of the banner to the wall, Matis rushed forward.

He dug his fingers into the edge of the banner and yanked it forcefully.

The red cloth tore with a "rip" sound, and the words "Crimson Blood Cup" embroidered in gold thread were immediately ripped apart.

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing?"

Ignoring the angry curses of the El merchant, Matis focused solely on tearing apart the banner, as if trying to rip apart the vampires’ flesh and blood.

"Where did this wild brat come from!" The merchant panicked and immediately tried to pull him away.

Being pulled away by the hired hands, Matis, with reddened eyes, shouted, "Do you know what happened in Grew City? That’s not fake news!"

For a moment, the El merchant was stunned and then laughed: "The people in Grew City were foolish; they rebelled even after losing, so they died. We’re smart; we welcome the governor, so we can live."

"You actually know about the massacre?"

"Of course I know, that’s basic knowledge for a merchant."

Matis was furious, his face turning red: "You all are traitors!"

"Who are you calling a traitor?"

"You’re the traitor, I’m talking about you."

The merchant’s face immediately turned sullen, and he made a gesture to the nearby strongmen.

Even though they agreed with Matis, the strongmen still needed to earn a living, so they immediately stepped forward and surrounded him.

They were half a head taller than Matis, with crooked smiles, deliberately showcasing their muscular physiques.

Clenching his fist, Matis swung out a punch, but it was caught by one of the strongmen.

Another strongman launched a surprise attack from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist, leaving Matis struggling to kick, but unable to reach them.

"Hold his legs down, hold him down, I’ll give him some knowledge, and clean his mouth!"

In plain sight, the El merchant walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and raised his hand, about to deliver a slap.

"Wait!" A skinny worker hanging the banner suddenly called out, eyes fixated on Matis’s face.

"What is it?"

"This, isn’t this Lord Remington’s secretary? Mr. Matis, the brother of Jill..."

Matis continued to struggle, refusing to comply.

But the merchant’s expression changed, his hand hesitatingly withdrawing, leaning closer for a better look.

In an instant, his previously gloomy face melted like cream, transforming into a brilliant smile: "Ah, it really is! I almost mistook you. So, it’s Mr. Matis, quick, let him go."

The strongmen had no choice but to reluctantly release him and step aside.

Rubbing his hand, sore from being grabbed, Matis suddenly lost the energy to argue further: "I don’t know you."

"I’m an old acquaintance of Lord Remington, a brother of the Holy Sect!"

"You, know Remington?"

"Ah, when a flood hits the Great Cathedral, family doesn’t recognize family anymore, eh?" The El merchant rubbed his hands, "My name is De Keterom, I deal in cloth. When Lord Remington was setting up the newspaper, I even donated money!

Look at these banners, it’s not that I like hanging them, I’m also doing this for the peace of Dam City.

Didn’t Lord Remington say it too? That we need to cooperate with the Royal Court to achieve prosperity!"