Lucian walked over with a playful laugh: "Oh dear, tripping over your own feet."
After her bewilderment, Phrolova wanted to stand up, but Lucian's Immortal Binding Rope had already bound her, and he hoisted her over his shoulder.
Phrolova: "..."
She thought to herself, it's like this again...
Every time, it's some inexplicable ability that defeats her.
Phrolova was somewhat annoyed. She could accept being defeated openly and honorably, but she couldn't tolerate falling into Lucian's hands in such a manner.
And although the 'Poison Milk King' skill seemed truly powerful, it would still have side effects in specific situations.
The more the spoken words violated the rules of the world, the stronger the backlash one would suffer.
For example, making an ordinary person immortal forever—words like that would certainly result in severe backlash.
But merely making someone trip and fall had no impact on Lucian at all.
The priest nearby seemed to only now react, panicking as he said: "Ph... Phrolova, my lady!"
With that, he wanted to rush forward to save her, but a 'Comrade's Hammer' appeared in Lucian's hand, pointed at his head.
"Want to save her? With your abilities, you probably can't manage that, right?"
"Or are you saying you can have that Enlightened One call the Sentinel over to deal with me?"
The dark muzzle of the gun made the priest break out in cold sweat. He never expected this Lucian to be so brazen even in the Order of the Deep.
Does he not realize whose territory this is?!
But the priest didn't dare make a fuss at all, after all, he still didn't want to die.
Call the Sentinel over?
If that damn Fenrico could really converse with the Sentinel, would the Order of the Deep still be constantly restrained by the Montelli family?
And Lady Phrolova too... how could she be captured so easily?
Could it be that she's putting on an act?
And tripping over her own feet... that acting is just too amateurish.
Not even as good as my own acting skills!
After all, in his impression, Phrolova's strength was still very formidable.
Thinking about it now, it's all that damn Fenrico's fault, insisting on pretending to be some Enlightened One!
Ever since encountering Lucian, in the short span of half an hour, the priest had cursed out all the profanity he would utter in his entire lifetime.
The priest hurriedly raised his hands: "That... that whatever, I..."
The priests of the order and the La Guardia around him all noticed the commotion and drew closer.
The priest's mind raced at full speed, racking his brains for a way to respond.
He wondered if these La Guardia could beat Lucian...
The surrounding priests were a chorus of curses, but not a single one dared to step forward.
At this moment, the priest saw Phrolova, hoisted over Lucian's shoulder, subtly signaling him with her eyes to not act rashly and risk disrupting their plan.
Seeing this, the priest hurriedly feigned terror: "That... Mr. Lucian, I don't know her at all!"
"She must be someone trying to disrupt the order. Thanks to Mr. Lucian for helping us capture her!"
"Since it was Mr. Lucian who caught her, why not let you handle her as you see fit?"
The priest gave an awkward smile and waved his hand at those around him: "Disperse, all of you, disperse..."
As the surrounding priests and La Guardia all left, the priest clasped his hands together, facing Lucian's half-smiling expression with feigned piety:
"We will commend Mr. Lucian's righteous actions. We hope Mr. Lucian will handle her properly."
"I... I'll take my leave first..."
The priest had just turned around when Lucian suddenly called out: "Wait!"
The priest stiffly turned his head back: "...Mr. Lucian?"
Could it be that I, Alessio, am going to meet my end here today?
But he heard Lucian laugh: "Say thank you."
The priest: "..."
"Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Lucian!"
With that, the priest stumbled away in a staggering run back to the cathedral.
Lucian put away the gun, then smilingly patted Phrolova's plump, elastic curves: "Did you hear that? He even had to thank us."
Phrolova sighed, closing her beautiful eyes, completely devoid of any desire to speak.
Three times! In three confrontations with Lucian, she had been defeated each time.
Aside from the first time when Lucian was unfamiliar with her and she managed to retreat unscathed, the next two times she had been captured by him.
Phrolova was truly filled with doubts.
Although Fractsidus had always maintained surveillance and investigation on Lucian.
But he always managed to pull out some bizarre new ability that caught people off guard.
However, this ability seemed less frightening compared to the Paralysis Technique.
That feeling of being able to only watch helplessly as one became fish meat on the chopping board—Phrolova really didn't want to experience it again.
Lucian noticed that the duration of the Immortal Binding Rope was actually only two hours.
Whereas before in the dream realm, the Immortal Binding Rope had lasted four hours.
He didn't know if it was a difference in strength between the dream realm and reality, or if Phrolova had already adapted to the Immortal Binding Rope?
But it didn't matter; when the time was up, he could just bind her again. This time, she wouldn't escape.
Seeing the surrounding priests eyeing them covetously but not daring to intervene, Lucian inwardly found it amusing.
Lucian thus swaggered into the confessional, carrying Phrolova's perky curves.
In the dim, enclosed space, seeing Phrolova remain silent throughout.
Lucian curiously asked: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Phrolova snorted coldly: "You've already captured me; what is there left to say?"
Originally, Phrolova had been planning to capture Lucian when the grand banquet commenced.
She truly hadn't expected to suffer defeat here so early.
I stood up, and with one rope, it was over in a second; what more is there to say?
Truly, one wrong step leads to endless mistakes. She never should have provoked Lucian!
At this moment, a voice rang out in the confessional: "Please step forward."
"What do you wish to confess?"
"I want to confess." Upon hearing this, Lucian sighed.
"What do you wish to confess?"
Tears welled up in Lucian's eyes: "I betrayed Rover and touched the curves of this woman on my shoulder."
"...You have violated moral ethics; you are guilty and indeed should confess."
Lucian rubbed his cheek against Phrolova's stocking-clad beautiful legs, drying his tears.
"But her feel is really quite good!"
Phrolova: "?"
Feeling the warmth beneath her, she kicked her legs frantically, her face flushing red with shame and anger.
What the hell is this bastard trying to do!
With that, Lucian caressed her smooth black-stockinged legs and laughed: "And the feel of these legs is truly so silky!"
The voice in the confessional fell silent for a moment before speaking again: "...But you have violated moral ethics and should feel ashamed."
Perhaps even this voice was somewhat at a loss—how could someone knowingly betray another and still be so shameless about it?
Lucian sighed: "But you wouldn't know; she is a woman steeped in grave sins."
"Although I don't know what sins she's committed—perhaps the sin of seducing an upright young man like me."
"So I have decided to redeem and purify her through the way of universal love. Do you approve?"
The voice in the confessional fell silent for even longer, then responded somewhat weakly: "...Since she is someone steeped in grave sins... approved."
Lucian wrapped his arm around Phrolova's thigh, clasped his hands together, and said piously: "Thank you; this is the most devout time I've had since arriving in Ragunna."
The confessional: "..."
And at the same time, inside the cathedral.
The Alessio priest, with a panicked expression, trembled as he said to the blond, blue-eyed man before him:
"My lord! This is bad! Lady Phrolova has been captured by Lucian!!"