Monster Lord: The Goblin Offers the Saintess to Me at the Start

A few seconds later,

"Okay!"

"Yes!"

"Sivis Lord! We're willing!"

"Lord, thank you for your generosity!"

A noisy wave of voices came from the crowd. Everyone was caught in an extremely enthusiastic and excited mood.

The Blood Servants had been slaughtered too easily before, and people were still shaken. Their emotions had not fully erupted yet.

Mainly, it still felt unreal!

Until they heard Sivis saying he would take them to his territory as he had promised, all the joy, the relief of surviving, and the rising excitement in their hearts mixed together, creating an extremely powerful wave of sound!

And...

The civilians were also extremely excited about one thing: such a powerful lord was offering them such generous treatment.

Countless people would have killed to get into Sivis' territory, but they, just by sheer luck, were hired and now could actually enter it — it was a huge win!!

After being saved, this lord didn't act like other nobles, charging them taxes to pay for his efforts...

That was just too unbelievable, which is why there had been that silence a few seconds ago, and now their joy was so intense.

But...

The civilians thought this way, because they had already placed absolute trust in Sivis. If a normal person found out that such a generous territory came with monsters, they would just think it was a scam —

It had to be that the lord was trying to trick them into coming here to feed the monsters.

Amid the sky-high cheers, Sivis looked around with great interest.

He found this scene quite pleasing. In his previous life, as an ordinary person, he'd never experienced this kind of strange charm — the weight of power!

When everyone saw him as a Divine figure, Sivis felt a sense of competitiveness rising from his very blood — the excitement of being a winner!

"Turns out, being a Monster Lord isn't that bad at all!" he couldn't help but sincerely comment.

After turning around, he also noticed that in the midst of this roaring celebration, Vikalina was staring at him with a burning gaze.

Her eyes were full of waves, as if they could stretch into threads.

The female knight had already had a high regard for Sivis, but after this battle, her feelings had deepened even more.

During the fight, even someone as strong-willed as Vikalina couldn't help but doubt — doubting whether Sivis would actually come, doubting if something had happened to him, doubting if he was lying...

Under the pressure of death, she had wavered.

Now, all her doubts and fears had been answered.

Sivis would definitely come. He had just gone to get the strength needed to solve the problem.

He certainly wouldn't have gotten into trouble. In fact, he had crushed the Blood Servant army!

He definitely wouldn't have lied. As someone who possessed the purest power of holy light, once he had promised to save these people, he would return —

And like a hero!

One person changing everything!

At this moment, Vikalina felt her doubts being resolved again and again, and a strange emotion was constantly rising — like a lover testing her boyfriend.

Originally, they thought the other party would fail, but now they found out he had delivered a perfect answer to every single question.

Vikalina felt like she was melting, especially now, when Sivis turned around and looked back. Though he was covered in blood and looked pretty rough, she could still see, beneath that dirty outfit, the bright and clear eyes of a young man, shining like sparks of fire in the night sky.

She even felt extremely guilty for her previous doubts.

Vikalina opened her mouth, and she had the urge to directly swear herself as Sivis' personal knight.

After that, none of the Church's affairs, none of the corruption of the Knight Order, none of the responsibilities would matter anymore. She just wanted to be Sivis' sword, something he could command.

Reason made Vikalina stop herself — the powerful strength contained in the "Spear of Holy Flame" lineage.

The female knight couldn't let go of it.

She knew that only after possessing such a lineage could she better help Sivis.

The female knight also admitted that she had devoted years to the goal of inheriting the "Spear of Holy Flame." To just give it up now would be painful.

Sivis noticed the female knight's eyes.

He realized one thing: maybe Reina wasn't the only one with 100% loyalty. Perhaps there was someone else by his side.

Sivis stepped forward. Vikalina said nothing, just silently watched her companion and gave a small smile.

The female knight reached out and took Sivis' hand — their body temperatures were passing between them, no words needed.

In the continuous life-and-death situations, the two of them had already become extremely well-coordinated comrades. Sivis didn't have even the slightest thought in his heart of "transforming Vikalina into a guardian."

He thought it was fine just like this — after all, his territory didn't really need that much more combat power, he thought to himself.

But, Sivis saw through the female knight's shoulder that Reina, the little maid, was acting all puffed up and angry, as if she wanted to come over but didn't. It made Sivis laugh.

"Reina's cute part is exactly this: she has a lot of possessiveness toward me, but she still strictly follows her maid status."

"Hehe..." Sivis, having just solved the crisis, couldn't help but think a little nonsense.

But, he quickly sensed that Reina, while acting all aggressive, had a slight wobble in her stance. His smile disappeared instantly —

The aftereffect of the premature awakening of the maid hadn't yet been rejected, and Reina's life was hanging by a thread.

"Regardless, I need to convert her with that lower-level Dragon-related Fossils first."

"It's okay, after all, I don't expect Reina to be some kind of enforcer in my territory. As long as she's happy, that's fine. A guardian can still keep training."

"Even if her potential is low and her starting strength is weak, I can still raise her with soul points!"

Sivis thought with a sense of boldness.

As he was thinking, he saw that the surrounding civilians were still kneeling all over the place.

He casually said, "I hope everyone can first clean up in the factory, collect all the products, and prepare your personal belongings and household goods — after that, I'll take you all to my territory."

"This city has been completely destroyed by the Blood Servants, so there's no point in staying here any longer."

His subjects nodded quickly and immediately started following his orders without hesitation.

Sivis had intended to go to Reina, but he found that Vikalina had been quietly gripping his hand, her face slightly flushed but saying nothing, as if she wanted time to freeze in that moment.

The female knight felt that everything was perfect right now.

They had just solved the catastrophe, gone through one crisis after another, and finally carved out a path — a path toward the future.

As long as they moved forward slowly, developed gradually, they could change the world and create a road where countless people would smile and find happiness.

Soon, she and Sivis would be busy again.

Countless people, countless tribes around the world were waiting for them.

But right now, after just winning, there was nothing to think about, nothing to worry about — Vikalina felt extremely happy.

When she had first gone out with members of the Knight Order for an internship, she had once doubted the meaning of doing all of this.

Now she knew: the meaning of her journey was to meet Sivis.

Her mission — as a knight of the Church, to lend a hand, to patrol the surroundings, and to set up the Radiant Great Array — was all to suppress monsters and bring peace to the people around.

The female knight felt she had perfectly completed her mission — because she had found Sivis, and she had successfully protected him.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly felt something was off — like she had forgotten something.

What was it? Vikalina couldn't remember for a moment.

Sivis noticed the female knight's slightly tilted head as she was thinking, and found this scene very cute.

The atmosphere was perfect.

But…

In a remote corner, in a small house of the Hanseter territory, a perfect young girl was tossing and turning. Her eyes glowed with a faint pink light.

Her clothes were messy, and she was drenched in sweat — this house had once been Sivis' residence, with plenty of food and water, even laundry tools and entertainment books, fully equipped with all the comforts of life. But she was in unbearable pain, as if her soul was boiling.

"Where are you? Why haven't you come back yet?"

"What are you going to do to me… I… I'll do what you want… come back… please…"

The SaintWerner, who had initially been furious and shouting, trying to take revenge on the "Monster Lord," had quickly changed from hatred to painful, begging expressions in just a few sentences.

She muttered ambiguous and submissive words, and her body involuntarily curled toward the empty space, as if begging for someone's return.

This was far beyond Sivis' expectations.

He had only known that the potion he had placed was a secret concoction made by a gold-rank master — it was definitely strong enough to break Werner's will.

But Sivis hadn't expected that the gold-rank master's technique was far more than just using lust to control the body — the potion would rapidly break down the mental defenses of the one who took it. As time passed, the effect would spread like a poisonous vine, slowly eating away at the willpower, and reducing the person's resistance toward the one who had given them the potion.

At the time, Sivis had injected an overdose of the potion, and after a long period of torment, even the Saint with a will as strong as steel was on the verge of breaking down.

Werner's reserved personality only allowed her to say something as vague as "I'll let you have what you want," a subtle expression of submission. But her red-rimmed eyes, trembling fingers, and constantly writhing body revealed the collapse of her inner self.

Once a high-ranking Saint of the Church, she was now whispering and begging in an empty room, addressing an imagined figure, letting the potion slowly devour her sense.

In a daze, she saw Sivis' figure reappear more than once, only to be disappointed each time, and she let out a painful, sorrowful cry.