Mobile Suit Gundam: Flower of Evil

The Mech World Cup has injected new vitality into the already bustling capital of Britain.
Mech enthusiasts from all over the world flock to the British Empire with a pilgrimage-like mentality to witness
the feast performed by the world's best mech organizations. Legend has it that in the pre-apocalyptic era, there was a sport called football,
the only sport capable of igniting a global competitive frenzy. Unfortunately, this sport has long been lost. Perhaps to
fill the void of people's passion for competition, people now pour their love into mechs. It's no wonder that people
of all ages and genders around the world are so passionate about these machines of war.

Many foreign military forces have used the competition as a pretext to flood into Britain. Although all political activities are prohibited during the World Cup in the spirit of sportsmanship
, private clashes between various factions due to personal grudges are commonplace.

In the bustling square of the capital city center, a menacing-looking man blocked the path of a seemingly
frail green-haired girl.

"You bastard! How dare you say my hairstyle looks like a wild boar? Say it again if you dare!" The green-haired girl, however,
launched into an operatic, exaggerated performance, mocking the man's appearance. This drew laughter
from the onlookers .

The mercenary, unable to tolerate such humiliation, disregarded the fact that his opponent was a delicate young woman and raised his fist to strike.

Unexpectedly, his massive fist was easily blocked by a slender, jade-like hand.

"I will apologize for my friend's rudeness, but isn't hitting a woman going too far?"
The enraged mercenary was about to beat up the person trying to stop him as well, but upon seeing her, he abruptly
stopped his swing.

Even the most vulgar mercenary wouldn't want to damage the exquisite beauty before him with his fist.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the onlookers, a stunningly beautiful blonde girl gracefully appeared, captivating
everyone's attention. A breathtakingly beautiful face, ethereal and aloof, came into view.
Her skin was like porcelain, her eyes like autumn water, her nose perfectly straight, her lips red and moist, her teeth like pearls. The girl before them possessed a beauty that
was both enchanting and dreamlike, breathtakingly beautiful. Every gesture exuded elegance and refinement; despite her
cool and aloof appearance, an unparalleled allure emanated from her very being. Her face was expressionless, her demeanor indifferent. A slight upturn at the corners of her lips,
her eyes slightly closed. Her eyes were like stars, her eyebrows like painted eyebrows. Everything she wore was luxurious and exquisite, yet it
felt perfectly natural, as if she were meant to be dressed this way, as if this was her proper attire.

The mercenary, who feared neither death nor bloodshed, felt
an . His breathing became lighter, as if afraid his breath might scatter the dreamlike beauty before him.

The green-haired girl, seemingly accustomed to men being captivated by her friend's stunning beauty, quietly moved
behind the mercenary and gave him a forceful shove.

"Ah…" With a delicate moan, the blonde girl was knocked to the ground by the unbalanced mercenary.

At this extremely close distance, the mercenary could finally observe the girl in detail. Her face was like
the moon , her eyes like deep pools. Even at such close range, her flawless, snow-white skin seemed imperfect, without even visible pores,
reflecting a faint glow. One couldn't help but admire the wonder of creation; how much
effort ? Especially with her warm, fragrant body in his arms, the pleasant scent of her perfume made him momentarily dazzled.

"You...you..." The girl before them blushed crimson, her jewel-like eyes
veiled by mist.

"How dare you insult a knight of the Empire..."

With the mercenary's pitiful wail, he was severely beaten by the enraged female knight. Only then did the besieging
crowd realize that the girl before them was not merely a pretty face; her martial arts skills seemed to have reached
the level of a top-tier knight at such a young age.

Among the onlookers, those with inside information seemed to have already guessed the girl's identity. Such unparalleled beauty, the elegant demeanor clearly
honed by years of aristocratic education, and such powerful martial arts skills, along with her golden, shimmering hair...
In the entire Empire, besides Her Majesty Queen Victoria, only the only daughter of the Duke of Wellington, the first noble of the Empire,
"Golden Princess" Edith, could match her.

"Philip, look what you've done! Not only did you get me into a fight for no reason, but you also lost Bethany."
Edith had come to the capital with Phil to accompany
Bethany .

Bethany was the only daughter of the governor of the North American province of the Empire. Unlike Edith, who was spoiled by her father
from a young received a strict upbringing as the heir. Sensible and intelligent, she had
always served as her father's advisor, sharing his burdens. Now that her father's health was deteriorating, the young Bethany acted as his representative,
navigating the complex relationships between powerful and cunning individuals. Because of their fathers' relationship, Edith and
Bethany were childhood best friends. Edith, who loved swordsmanship and disliked anything intellectually demanding
, held a deep admiration for the incredibly intelligent Bethany, who relentlessly pursued her dreams. As a classical knight princess raised in
ancient chivalric poetry and epics, Edith had always dreamed of
having a wise and virtuous ruler, like the great knights, worthy of her life's devotion. Bethany, in her eyes, had
unknowingly become that role.

However, she had now lost her "wise ruler." Having grown up in North America, Bethany
wasn't very familiar with Britain, especially the capital, the world's largest metropolis; getting lost was quite possible. With the World Cup bringing in
all sorts of people, if she were to be murdered, how would she explain it to Bethany's father?

Night fell, a light drizzle.

In the empire's most luxurious hotel, Philo jumped around like a child in a candy house. Edith,
however, didn't even have the heart to criticize Philo's ladylike manners. Gazing at the rain outside the window, unease settled in her heart
.

Bethany hadn't returned for so long; could something have really happened to her?

"Philip, watch the room. I'm going out for a bit." Picking up her knight's sword, Edith ignored Phil, who was enjoying
a sumptuous meal, and walked out of the hotel into the rain and mist.

Bethany awoke from her deep sleep.

Despite her extreme caution, the successful negotiations with Chancellor Goethe had
momentarily clouded her guard. After being blindfolded in a deserted corner, she fell unconscious. Upon waking...
She found herself trapped in a dilapidated room.

Checking herself, she realized her valuables had been stolen, and she was
disheveled . Her nipples, neck, and legs were stained with men's saliva, and her mouth reeked of its
foul stench. Thankfully, her underwear seemed untouched. It appeared the kidnappers intended to use her as a hostage, trading her
virginity for money, which offered a slight reassurance to Bethany. However, she didn't know their motives. If it was just money, that
would be fine, but she knew how many enemies she had made. If it was her father's enemies, things were much worse.

Supporting her unsteady body, she struggled to her feet and examined the room. It seemed to be a washroom, with only one
water valve. The only ventilation shaft was on the ceiling, and there was nothing to step on; it
was impossible to climb up

. This filled Bethany with despair.

Suddenly, the iron door burst open, and two men entered, causing Bethany to cower against the wall in fear.

"My dear young lady, is this room comfortable? Hahahaha." "Boss, how about we...
" Seeing Bethany's disheveled and terrified appearance, the kidnapper's groin stirred.

"No way! The higher-ups haven't given any orders. None of you are allowed to touch her, or you
'll all be chopped up and fed to the dogs! It won't take long. Once the higher-ups reach an agreement and the ransom order is issued, this
little wench will be ours to do whatever we want with!" The terrifying words made Bethany dizzy. Did she only
have less than a day to live? No, no!!

"Hey, you've been unconscious for so long without eating, so out of compassion, I'll bring you some food." The man tossed
Bethany a lunchbox. Bethany opened it and found only leftovers, covered in his saliva,
making her feel nauseous.

However, she couldn't care less. If she had a chance to escape, she couldn't run on an empty stomach. Tears streaming down her face, she
began to chew the leftovers. Looking at the young lady before them, her delicate lips swallowing the leftovers, the
kidnappers couldn't help but laugh mockingly.

Soon, the leader left, leaving his henchman to guard the door.

Bang, bang, bang, the henchman heard knocking.

"What is it, young lady?" "I'm so hungry… the leftovers weren't enough. Could you give me
some more?" "You're really funny, thinking about food even when you're about to die?" "I am a noble lady of the empire.
Please let me die with dignity. I don't want my disheveled body to dishonor my father's reputation." The kidnappers found it
laughable; the pampered young lady inside probably had no idea how many times they would play with her before she died. Leaving her with a whole
corpse would be a blessing.

"And I'm dirty too, could you turn on the water so I can take a shower?" "I'm not your
butler, you'd better put away your princess attitude." "Um... how much of my valuables did you take?"
Bethany's question left the kidnapper speechless. This made him furious; his boss had taken all the valuables,
leaving him only a pittance—so disloyal!

"Your boss didn't give you much, did he? Actually, I'm different from other imperial ladies; I run my own shop, so
I'm financially independent. Anyway, I can't take this money to my grave. Just turn on the water, buy me food,
and maybe buy me some of my spirit clothes, and I'll tell you the location of my secret stash—a secret only I know, how about that
?" As a mercenary, he had patronized Bethany's arms shop before. This little boss's
secret stash ? Wouldn't that mean he wouldn't have to live a life of luxury for the rest of his days? The temptation was simply too great!

He opened the iron gate and peered into the girl inside.

"Is that true?"

"I even know what you were going to do to me before you killed me," Bethany blushed.

"Please be gentle, this is my last request before I die." The mercenary seemed to have been struck
hard , pulling Bethany into his arms and licking her rose-like face, leaving
trails of water.

Should he take her away… Damn it, the higher-ups are incredibly powerful; they probably won't last long as a pair of fugitives before they're
hunted down. Maybe he should just find out the location of the secret stash and quit.

Bethany gently pushed the mercenary, reminding him that time was running out.

The mercenary turned on the water valve, and Bethany, hearing the roar of his motorcycle, breathed a sigh of relief.

She had finally gotten rid of everyone. Watching the water gushing from the fully opened valve gradually rise above her calves, Bethany
looked at the ventilation vent. That was her last hope.

The mercenary returned, only to bump into his boss at the door.

Damn, how did he settle things so quickly?

"Where the hell have you been! Didn't we agree you weren't going anywhere but staying here to guard the gate? If anything happens, we
'll both lose our heads! Forget it! That provincial governor would rather die without an heir than cooperate, so this is good for us
, kill her, kill her!!" However, upon entering, they heard a rushing sound of water, causing the boss's face to change drastically.

Opening the iron gate, they were swept several meters away by the gushing water.

The two scrambled into the washroom, only to see the open ventilation shaft, a cruel mockery of their predicament.

"Damn it…damn it…we're all doomed." The boss, experienced as he was, remained
calm Looking around, he noticed the water stains on the ventilation shaft hadn't dried completely, indicating that Bethany
had just escaped and hadn't gone far.

"Chase!"

Bethany ran frantically through the cemetery, the skyscrapers of the capital city looming in the distance. It seemed she had been
dragged into a remote slum on the outskirts of the capital.

Rumble

, rumble... Damn it, they've caught up... This is the only road leading to the capital from here; they'll definitely chase her down this
road ! In this land of the dead, she, the only living person, was far too conspicuous.

Bethany disregarded everything else and rushed towards the only nearby shack.

"Help!! Is anyone there?! Open the door!! Help me!!" The dilapidated wooden door couldn't withstand
the force her pounding and was eventually forced open by Bethany, revealing a gun pointed at her.

"Aaaaaah!! Don't kill me!!" She clutched her head and collapsed to the ground.

The gravedigger stared at her for a long time before finally lowering his gun and reaching out to help her up.

Bethany had tasted delicacies from all over the world, but none could compare to these few jars of food she had eaten when she was a survivor and starving.
The head tasted even better, and she forgot all about ladylike manners, chewing it heartily. She had already borrowed the old man's phone
to call Edith and ask her to come pick her up; everything was safe!

"I'm sorry, little girl, for startling you. A disheveled woman knocking on the door in a cemetery at midnight—anyone
would point a shotgun at you." "It's alright, thank you, sir... uh, disheveled?" Bethany realized
how ridiculous her current appearance was and really didn't want Edith to see her. If Philo knew, she would be
included in her poems and become the laughingstock of the imperial aristocracy.

"It's alright, you can eat first. I'll run you a bath; you're tired, you should relax with a good bath."
The old man's kindness brought tears to Bethany's eyes, and after thanking him repeatedly, she stepped into the bathroom. Only then did she realize that
the bathroom door couldn't be closed at all and was riddled with holes. The old man, as the gravedigger, lived
alone and didn't care, naturally too lazy to repair the bathroom door. This made her, the guest, feel awkward.

However, besides the dead, only she and the old man remained within a few miles. Bethany glanced at the old man
's kind smile out of the corner of her eye, but still closed the door with peace of mind.

Her clothes were removed, revealing her well-maintained, snow-white skin. Because hot water had just been run,
the bathroom was steamy, and through the steam, a delicate body could be seen in the bathtub. Her exposed, snow-white
neck was like solidified cream, and her beautiful hair floated in the water. Her delicate, jade-like hands
stirred , the water sliding down her smooth
, creamy skin as it touched it, the translucent skin like semi-transparent jade, countless tiny water droplets rolling on her skin
like diamonds.

The girl's exquisite body was half-hidden in the steam, and through the gap in the wooden door, a single, red-veined
eye gleamed with excitement. As a gravedigger, he was unloved by women and had no contact with
any of them, spending his nights in erotic fantasies of beautiful women. Unexpectedly, a young
beauty had come to him. The girl bathing in the bathroom was like a graceful lotus emerging from the water, her delicate
skin like finely carved mutton-fat jade, her arms slender as willow branches, her
legs long and pink, and her breasts, unbecoming of her age, like two papayas floating on the water. In the dim light,
Bethany, like a beautiful flower, fully displayed her delicate body. Her crystalline body, like a jade tree or ice sculpture
, with its icy skin, smooth curves, and soft, delicate skin,
woven into a dreamlike scene within the dilapidated gravedigger's hut.

The wooden door opened, and a naked, emaciated old man invaded this fantastical paradise.

In her dream, the fairy, exhausted and relaxed after surviving the ordeal,
gradually closed her eyes, aided by the warmth of the hot water and the tranquilizer laced in her food. In her hazy state, she seemed to experience a strange
hallucination. In this hallucination, her deepest fears were mercilessly unleashed; countless nightmares
replayed before her eyes, amplified by the hallucinogenic drugs. Torn between loyalty and duty,
Bethany, choosing to stand with her homeland, witnessed her homeland reduced to ruins in flames, her friends murdered one by one by her
colleagues , and her respected father captured and put on trial.

"No…no!!!"

In the inferno, her friends and people were consumed by flames, murmuring her name like the ravages of a demon.

"I'm sorry…it's my fault…I've ruined you all…"

Bethany cried, reaching out to pull them up, but her people in the flames grabbed her hands and tore her
away.

Ah…so hot…so painful…

Bethany, tightly embraced by countless fire spirits, burned together in the sea of flames. Is this my karma…?
Did I do something…wrong…?

Suddenly, Bethany felt the strangely real touch of the fire spirits embracing her from behind.

In her hallucinatory state, Bethany felt something heavy pressing down on her from behind, encircling her slender waist, and
a pair of withered hands kneading and caressing her body. Her delicate legs were clamped around something thick and hard,
constantly twitching, growing larger and hotter.

What!

It wasn't until the gravedigger's foul mouth swept across her neck and back that the disgusting, warm touch barely roused
Bethany from her hallucination. Although her eyes were too heavy to open, she still
knew her current predicament from the disgusting sensation on her body. The gravedigger's withered, rough body, lubricated by the shower gel on her skin,
created a disgusting yet arousing sensation, and she struggled violently.

"Uh..." Only then did she realize that her hands were tightly bound to the bathtub with steel cables, and
her legs were also spread apart and locked to the tub, leaving her completely immobile. It was then that Bethany understood her predicament; she 　　was
utterly helpless. 　　The gravedigger, impatient to devour the flesh beneath him, like a python constricting its prey, his body embracing the noble beauty like an octopus. Soon, several pink scratches appeared on Bethany's breasts and thighs under his claws. 　　She wanted to scream in pain, but the weakness in her muscles caused her painful cries to transform into seductive moans, driving the man on top of her to madness. 　　The gravedigger's other hand greedily slid along her slender, white waist to her perfectly curved buttocks, like the most expensive work of art. He squeezed her tender, plump buttocks into various shapes. The soft, smooth, and warm touch drew his hand in like a magnet, sinking into her white, full flesh, unable to leave. 　　Clearly, the gravedigger wasn't satisfied with just touching and cuddling. After all, he'd taken several pills he'd specially prepared for today; simple caresses only fueled his lust. He forcefully grabbed her beautiful, flowing hair and yanked it, as if his mouth could engulf half of Bethany's face. Her desperate cries turned into muffled groans, adding to the lewd atmosphere and teasing his senses. Her little tongue was forcibly sucked out by the gravedigger, intertwining with his, being brushed over and over again, forced to exchange saliva. Her legs were forcibly spread apart; though already bound by chains, and her powerless body was tightly handcuffed by the gravedigger, unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as the gravedigger's rough fingers moved in and out of her delicate, incomparably beautiful flower path. Her fair waist and hips, along with her round, tender pink buttocks, she tried desperately to avoid...

The twitching seemed futile, instead appearing as a desperate pursuit of pleasure , swaying to the rhythm of the gravedigger's fingers .

"Hahaha, look at you, you little slut, still shaking your ass. So young and already so horny. Are
all nobles perverts?" "Ugh...uh...no...ugh..." Her rebuttals were
uttered incoherently under the gravedigger's large mouth and rough tongue.

Soon, the gravedigger withdrew his honey-scented fingers, revealing a tight, flower-like passage glistening with dew, like a
bud blooming in the morning light. But the lust-driven man had no interest in appreciating the beauty. He raised his
spear and thrust it in, penetrating to the very end. The pain made Bethany arch her back, her whole body trembling, beads of sweat
soaking her skin. Her vaginal walls contracted and squeezed the gravedigger's penis with her pitiful cries, an irresistible attraction
emanating , enticing him to thrust even deeper.

He took the opportunity to kiss Bethany's small, smooth, and perfect collarbone repeatedly, reluctant to let go. He
then kissed her rosy nipples, driving him wild with desire. Bethany's nipples were unusually
firm and full for her age, a tender pink that trembled slightly. But when that delicate, crimson nipple entered his mouth, he felt
an unbearable tingling sensation, and couldn't help but greedily suckle, like a crying infant. His hands were also busy,
sometimes caressing her smooth shoulders, sometimes lingering on her soft waist, as if trying to memorize every inch of the girl's
skin , deeply feeling every warmth, every smoothness.
Incomparably charming, breathtakingly beautiful, this flawless body made him feel that his previous life had been completely wasted.

Her soft, plump buttocks changed shape constantly under his kneading, but as soon as he released them,
they immediately returned to their original form. Her elasticity was irresistible to the gravedigger, who used both his hands and mouth. His body
remained untouched, making it difficult for the pure, virginal Bethany to resist.
A misty haze clouded her jewel-like eyes, making her appear utterly alluring and clearly aroused.

Both wanted to penetrate, the other to break free; their struggle, aimed at
releasing pent-up desire, only fueled their already intense , like adding fuel to the fire. The gravedigger's penis
thrust into Bethany's soft, intricately folded vagina, like a bottomless pit draining his semen. He let out a low growl, his hips thrusting faster,
pounding against the girl's cervix, gasping for breath, enduring the throbbing sensations from the kneading of his penis.
Bethany's starry eyes were half-closed, misty and dreamy. Her pearly white teeth bit tightly against her rosy lower lip. Her hair danced loosely,
her slender waist swaying like a snake, causing her hair to swing up and down, splashing glistening beads of sweat on her chest and ribs. At the same time, her
fair hips swayed, her round and tender pink buttocks moving, the warm, aphrodisiac scent mingling with the fresh, cool air
. The elegant and intellectual noblewoman was gradually conquered by the penis of an old man,
pulled down plunged into the abyss of lust, unable to accept the fact that she had been conquered by a man.

"So good! It feels so good!!" Bethany's flower path was warm, soft, and slippery, causing the man to groan
. Honey-like fluid slowly seeped from her flower path, dripping onto her jade legs like a clear stream flowing on a pure white snowfield
. The exquisite scene made the man unable to resist, wanting to express his praise by ejaculating his thick semen into the girl's flower path
.

"Haha...you slut...I'm coming for you..." The man quickened his thrusts, causing
Bethany 's flower path to tremble violently, constantly caressing his penis, glans, her entire body, even her soul.
The man began his final, fierce thrusts, immersing the girl in a paradise of pain and itch, causing her to moan softly, emitting
groans that were both painful and pleasurable. With each friction of his penis inside her flower path, they seemed to want to become one.

The gravedigger, looking at her breathtakingly beautiful face, could no longer restrain himself. His penis pressed against the cervix deep within her tender orifice,
his ejaculation relentless, thick streams of semen gushing out, causing the young woman's eyes to roll back, about to reach orgasm.
The man ejaculated several times in succession, not a drop remaining. Her skin also tightened; the orgasm had finally arrived. Exhausted
, she savored the last sensation of the man's erect penis before releasing her climax. The gravedigger watched his semen
flow onto the most noble and beautiful woman in the world, the thrill of conquering the noble young lady quickly restored his erection, and he
wanted to have another go.

His disgusting penis, stained with a mixture of semen, honey, and virgin blood, smeared
disgusting patterns on Bethany's jade legs. Under the influence of the small pill, the gravedigger quickly regained his virility and began the second act of the carnage.

The poor young lady, who knew when this nightmare would end.

Especially that well-maintained, dazzlingly white jade skin, which drove all men mad
, gave a soft, jade-like beauty in the dim indoor light. The gravedigger's hands, burning with passion, caressed her silky,
snow-white skin, roaming freely. He was completely intoxicated by the incomparably delicate, smooth, and
rare texture, immersed in the faint, beautiful fragrance emanating from her exquisitely soft skin
.

His hands gripped Bethany's soft buttocks tightly, gently lifting her boneless body. In
a state of utter confusion and shyness, she was like a helpless, alluring lamb, obediently allowing him to
lift her soft form. Her large eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she was forced to move her body in rhythm with the
increasingly .

With each heavier thrust from the gravedigger, Bethany's plaintive, intermittent
moans grew louder and more urgent: "...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...
Ugh...Mmm...Mmm...Ugh...Ugh...Mmm...Ugh...Mmm..."

Bethany felt a scorching torrent gushing forth from deep within her, slamming against her
cervix ... Her boneless, exquisitely beautiful, snow-white body succumbed to complete
surrender in the lewd carnal play. The gravedigger gripped her slender waist, lifting her snowy buttocks, and
thrust his thick, hard penis wildly into her pink flower path. At that moment, the pale-faced girl seemed to be pierced by a large black iron rod, looking utterly miserable…

Bethany felt as if her vagina was about to be pierced by a huge rod, a tearing pain shooting through her lower body,
but the pleasure of the penis rubbing against her sensitive flesh was even more intoxicating. Beads of sweat on her face were licked by a foul tongue, her hips
swaying gently in rhythm with the man's thrusts. As the man's thrusting speed increased, the tearing sensation in her vagina became even more pronounced.
Despite the copious secretions from her honeyed orifice, the tearing pain did not lessen; instead, it intensified.
How could this delicate young lady withstand the torment of this lustful beast? Moments later, Bethany felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling inside her,
her body going limp, her heart pounding. Although the initial, overwhelming sensation was different, she
still felt an unbearable emptiness, letting out indistinct moans. Her small hands tightly gripped the gravedigger's head, her lower
body thrusting against him, her brows and eyes radiating a seductive passion, her flushed face glowing with astonishing beauty.
She felt a scorching torrent gushing forth from deep within her, crashing against her cervix
… Her soft, boneless, exquisitely beautiful snow-white body, in the midst of this lewd carnal play, the pure, untouched flower of her former self, was utterly
dragged down into the mire by this lowly gravedigger.

"Seriously...where did Bethany go? That address is so vague, and she's
not . What's going on?" The thought of the kidnappers possibly returning sent chills down Edith's spine.
Fortunately, she knew Bethany was currently in a cemetery in the suburbs, and there were several cemeteries nearby ; she just needed
to search them one by one as quickly as possible.

Edith, used to the furtive gazes of men, was unaware of how alluring she was.

Her clothes, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her body, revealing her beautifully curved figure. Even
through the wet fabric, one could glimpse her fair, snow-white skin.

But even more captivating than her well-toned, shapely figure was the girl's stunning beauty.

No wonder she was known as the Golden Princess; she was a top-ranking young woman in the empire's elite socialite circle, renowned for its beauties. Her eyes
were as serene as pearls, her nose delicately straight, and her lips a deep crimson like cherry blossoms. She was like a meticulously sculpted
porcelain doll, breathtakingly beautiful, a truly aloof and unparalleled beauty, cold and aloof.
Truly, she was unmatched in the world, a rare gem born only once in a thousand years. Her features were exquisitely sculpted, her fair, oval face unadorned
yet breathtakingly beautiful. A faint blush tinged her fair skin, but she seemed never
to smile. Everything she did exuded only indifference and arrogance, yet a barely perceptible dimple graced her lips
. Her lips were like cherry blossom petals, her teeth white and even. Her perfect face was a gift from God,
exquisitely beautiful and unique. Her fair skin was like ancient jade, flawless yet
slightly sickly pale.

A noble knight princess, draped in magnificent knight's attire, strolled through a dilapidated slum. Even the aristocratic playboys, accustomed to beautiful women
, were captivated, let alone these unsophisticated servants.
Their bloodshot eyes widened as if they wanted to physically etch the stunning beauty before them into their eye sockets.

If it weren't for the knight's sword in the girl's hand and the insignia of the renowned Coldstream Knights on her body
, they would have already swarmed her, dividing her up and taking her on the spot. Coldstream was, after all,
one of the top two knightly orders in the empire, and recently, they had been expanding rapidly across North America, showing signs of vying for the title of strongest knightly order.
Even a single Coldstream knight was not someone these commoners dared to challenge.

"Excuse me, have you seen this girl?" The slum smell made him nauseous, and
the men 's undisguised gazes made Edith not want to stay there a moment longer. If it weren't for good manners,
she would have covered her nose and spoken to the man before her.

The man pretended to look at the photo, but actually scanned Edith thoroughly before indicating that he had seen her before.

"Great! She said she's waiting for me in a cemetery. Is this it?" This silly girl actually
blurted out everything she was going to do. Apparently, she was intimidated by Leng Xi's reputation. The knight lady in front of her
seemed to have absolutely no social experience.

The man licked his lips, thinking of a plan.

"Okay, okay, Miss
Knight

, you must not know the way. I'll take you to the cemetery right away. But please wait a moment, I'll go lock the door first." With that, the man slipped around the corner and secretly took out his phone from his pocket. The pure and innocent knight princess had no idea what fate awaited her next.

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