The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 103 - 34: Black and White

Chapter 103: Chapter 34: Black and White

On a silent night, the entire Lion King City was peacefully asleep. The streets lay quiet and deserted, with only ghosts invisible to ordinary people drifting about.

In front of Pearce Cathedral, there were only two knights of the Silver Moon Knight Order standing on guard. In truth, the entire cathedral was defended by just two guards. The Silver Moon Knight Order comprised only a hundred knights, scattered across the entire Lion King City—a presence as negligible as a handful of sand cast into the sea.

Gray galloped on horseback, traversing the empty streets, and rode straight to Pearce Cathedral. He even ascended the steps onto the platform without hesitation.

The two knights of the Silver Moon Knight Order serving as guards stared in bewilderment.

Dismounting, Gray immediately spoke, "Summon everyone. In one hour, I have a major political decree to announce."

"Everyone?"

"I mean, everyone in the entire Lion King City."

"Sir Holy Knight... it’s midnight. Everyone is asleep."

"Then wake them up!" Gray answered without hesitation.

The two Silver Moon knights paused briefly, then promptly struck their breastplates heavily and responded, "Understood!"

...

The bell of Pearce Cathedral tolled.

Silver Moon knights galloped across the streets, shouting, "Everyone, gather! Everyone, gather! Everyone must assemble in front of Pearce Cathedral! Sir Holy Knight summons everyone! A major political decree is to be announced!"

"What’s going on now?"

"In the middle of the night..."

"Can the front of Pearce Cathedral even accommodate everyone in Lion King City?"

The residents, groggy with sleep, murmured among themselves.

Even an author who had been staying up late writing a novel was about to go to bed. He pushed open his window, saying, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this Holy Knight really has too much going on. But fine, I’ll forgive him if it helps sell my book better."

...

Andrew quietly pulled open a slit in the curtains and observed the Silver Moon knights galloping past his window. With a flick of his fingers, he sent out a glowing green wisp, striking a ghost that had just slipped into the room. Instantly, the ghost dissipated.

However, no one else could see the ghost, so no one knew what he had just done.

"Assembling everyone so late—what’s going on? This man really acts on whims. Could his decree not wait until morning?"

Behind him, Shelley sat on the sofa, clutching her chest with a pained expression: "What did you make me drink? And who... who exactly are you people?"

"Relax, it won’t take your life. If I wanted to kill you, I’d have simpler ways. No need to waste precious potions." Saying this, Andrew traced a sigil in the air with his fingers. Shelley’s vision immediately blacked out, and she fell unconscious.

"Let’s go. Now we wait for the drama to unfold."

Saying this, Andrew moved to open the glass sliding door to the balcony.

At that very moment, a loud clash of armor echoed from nearby. He quickly retracted his hand and held his breath.

Three members of the Silver Moon Knight Order had already arrived downstairs.

"Count Gruglu!" They knocked on the door, shouting, "Count Gruglu! Apologies for disturbing you at such a late hour! By order of the Holy Knight, we request you and Miss Shelley to proceed to Pearce Cathedral immediately."

Shortly afterward, there came the sound of servants in the mansion opening the door.

"This is troublesome," Andrew muttered coolly.

The three mercenaries behind him glanced uneasily at one another and promptly drew their weapons.

...

"Are you insane? You want to revoke all the decrees?" Yilin stared at Gray in shock.

"Yes, revoke them immediately. The new decrees have already caused harm—that’s on me. I shouldn’t have been so impulsive." Gray suddenly remembered the painting inside the cathedral—the one depicting the burnt saint, Alboiseld. He too had been driven by zealotry.

Perhaps such fanaticism was the common flaw of all fervent believers—their blind devotion to holy faith makes them overlook humanity’s inherent darkness.

"Have you thought about the consequences?" Yilin rubbed her forehead, exasperated. "Your reputation will plummet. If you had never proposed these benevolent decrees, fine. But taking them back now? Do you think people will accept that?"

"Whether they accept it or not, I must do this. It’s a mistake I made, and I have to fix it."

"But... doing this will cost you the support of the populace. In your power struggle with the Church, you’ll lose the upper hand. Have you considered this?"

Gray hesitated for a moment, then said, "You’re right. But I don’t think that if I’ve truly done wrong, I should deceive the people to gain superficial support. Yilin, victory isn’t everything. I’ll do whatever I can to uphold my beliefs, but if I’ve made a mistake, then I should lose. Not secure a victory through unjust means."

"Nice words," Vivian murmured softly. "What do you think, you hypocritical Angel?"

"Do you think you’ll win? You won’t. No matter what paths Gray may take, they’ll never align with your hopes. Even if we argue, it’s about how to fulfill holy faith—it has nothing to do with your dark beliefs," Catherine retorted sharply.

"Exactly, exactly! I don’t even know why you always seem so pleased," Black Cat chimed in. "You win every argument, but has Gray ever been swayed into darkness by you?"

"You! I’m getting very angry!" Vivian shouted in Gray’s mind.

Walking to Yilin, Gray said solemnly, "This could get very difficult. Starting from now, you all need to protect yourselves."

Yilin nodded lightly but found herself at a loss for words. Still, this was precisely the Gray she knew—a man who saw only black and white.

...

The two Silver Moon knights had already reached Shelley’s door and knocked gently: "Miss Shelley, we’re here under orders from the Holy Knight to escort you. Are you in there?"

Downstairs, another Silver Moon knight stood directly across from Shelley’s balcony.

"What do we do? It seems we’re trapped..." one of the mercenaries whispered nervously.

"Fool, keep quiet!"

Unfortunately, the undead’s hearing was far sharper than that of humans—especially undead knights. They had already heard the voices.

The two Silver Moon knights outside froze momentarily, then drew their swords with a resounding "clank."

...

Inside Pearce Cathedral, Gray suddenly turned, staring toward Shelley Mansion’s direction.

Almost simultaneously, Silver Moon knights scattered across the streets of Lion King City also turned toward that same direction.

The next moment, the entire Silver Moon Knight Order, Gray included, began sprinting toward Shelley Mansion.

Everyone nearby, including Yilin, looked on in confusion.

...

"Bang!" The door burst open.

In a room downstairs, Count Gruglu was adjusting his attire when he looked up at the sound. He froze. The manor’s guards also stared in stunned silence.

Two Silver Moon knights stormed into the room and saw Shelley unconscious on the sofa, Andrew standing by the balcony, and three mercenaries gripping their weapons with hostile intent. They immediately grasped what was happening.

Andrew twitched his nose and said chillingly, "Kill them."

At once, the three mercenaries charged toward the two Silver Moon knights.

Mercenaries under Grand Master Andrew’s command were, of course, leagues above ordinary ones.

In the relatively small room, the five combatants quickly broke into an intense clash.

One mercenary locked swords with a Silver Moon knight, exchanging slash after slash, as the surrounding furniture crumbled under their blades.

It was clear the Silver Moon knight held the upper hand in brute strength, whereas the mercenary excelled in technique. For the moment, they seemed evenly matched.

On the other side, the second Silver Moon knight wasn’t as fortunate.

One mercenary leapt high, bringing his sword down in a fierce strike.

The knight quickly raised his blade to block it.

At that moment, another mercenary crouched low, dashed forward, and exploited the knight’s brief opening to sweep his curved blade across the knight’s waist armor.

The blade was so sharp it sliced through the thick armor instantly.

However, what unfolded next left them dumbfounded. There was no blood.

A gaping wound, yet not a single drop of blood spilled. The injured knight acted as if completely unfazed, swiftly delivering a heavy blow that sent the nearby mercenary flying.

Without hesitation, the two Silver Moon knights initiated a daring charge, allowing the enemy blades to strike their own bodies, pinning them down, and, before their adversaries could react, pierced the mercenaries’ limbs at close range. In the blink of an eye, two mercenaries lay incapacitated in pools of blood.

Startled, the third mercenary scrambled to his feet, witnessing the scene unfold before him. Panic-stricken, he turned tail to run. Alas, Silver Moon knights were no amateurs at throwing swords either. One deftly retrieved a blade embedded in his own armor and hurled it, striking the fleeing mercenary in the thigh. The man toppled off the balcony.

The two fallen mercenaries were already near death, unconscious in the blood-soaked room.

It all happened in mere moments—three elite mercenaries, completely neutralized in an instant.

Andrew clutched his staff, staring, incredulous at the sight before him.

"You... you’re not human!"

The two Silver Moon knights said nothing, advancing toward him with their swords.

Meanwhile, the third Silver Moon knight previously stationed downstairs had leapt onto the balcony, closing in on Andrew.

...

"There’s trouble on the second floor! It’s Miss Shelley’s room!"

In the mansion, Count Gruglu’s guards rushed up the staircase.

The entire Silver Moon Knight Order was hurtling toward the scene.

As their leader, Gray had also left Pearce Cathedral in haste.

...

Pressed for time, Andrew instinctively cast a spell with his staff, conjuring a green energy sphere that imprisoned the two advancing knights. With his free hand, he muttered a quick incantation.

A green beam shot from his palm, striking the third knight charging from the balcony. The knight staggered back, his helmet flying off.

Under the silver moonlight streaming in, Andrew saw clearly—a bare skull.

The undead knight hurriedly grabbed his helmet and resecured it.

"An undead knight?" Andrew’s eyes widened before his lips curved into a slow smile. "Ha! So that’s it. No wonder undead mages spend their days reviving ghosts—it all makes sense! A Holy Knight ruling Lion King City with undead minions! Hahaha! This just keeps getting better! Now it’s not even an accusation—it’s the truth!"