Seyka inclined her shoulders with serene detachment. "Quite the same thing for Lord Schester. You are right, though. My status indeed aligns with that of a Saint Knight by Mortal standards. I shall now employ the Souls of the corrupt to purify this place. Do accompany me at once, and bring only those you trust."

The High Priest of the Ryfkin Church, his voice tinged with concern, inquired, "Where are you bound, my Lady? There might be trouble ahead of us. You have just slain a Prince and several high-ranking Nobles."

Seyka's tongue clicked in evident irritation. "I dispatched only those who defiled my Lord's honor. Prince Kyliam, however, is an exception. I was ordered to spare him and thus cannot inflict significant harm upon him."

The High Priest ventured cautiously, "The King will be displeased."

Seyka's laugh resonated across the room, carrying a note of condescension. "Let him first recover from his broken leg and await the awakening of his son and that fake Saint of theirs from a coma. The humiliation I faced along my Patron Gods and Lord is unforgivable. I shall permit Kyliam's mother to live only a few weeks longer. Her cousin, who mocked me excessively and threatened you before my arrival, will be dealt with, immediately. One of Lord Schester's Guardians is smiting her, along with a discourteous minister and a coarse guard who lingered by the Nobles Hall earlier."

Seyka paused for a brief moment then continued. "Prepare to depart these accursed Lands. Though your stays here are brief, they are dangerous for your health given the pervasive corruption tainting the lands. Henceforth, you report to me and shall reside in my sanctified domain within the restricted Enclave, constructed by Lord Schester's Spirits for my stay. I decline to remain in this chamber and shall take residence in my new castle."

The High Priest gasped, struggling to comprehend what the Lady had just mentioned. Did she imply there would be even further deaths? The casualties were already numerous, and Lady Seyka had been present only a couple of hours. He refrained from questioning her, trusting she would clarify her statement in due time. This was neither the moment nor the place for such discussions, lest he be branded a traitor by the King.

Seyka had spoken of new holy lands. Surely, she jested? No new lands had emerged in the United Kingdoms for over a millennium, save within the Enclaved area of the Kingdoms. Instead, many lands had been obliterated or submerged due to corruption by the Divine Guardians. In fact, the scarcity of land and rampant corruption were the Kingdoms' gravest challenges at the moment.

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Seyka had already begun addressing the corruption. The High Priest could already sense the formidable change in the air. His innate Holy Element, granted at birth by the Gods and which he had been unable to wield beyond the Kingdom's Enclaved area in the past, now flowed more freely. Even his mentor had perished prematurely, succumbing to the Malevolence and corruption tainting their lands after overusing his holy powers.

Seyka turned to him, her voice commanding. "Come. The Enclave's entrance lies near the King's castle. As its recipient, I can still access it from here. However, I would rather not open a Magic Portal in such corrupted environment."

The High Priest nodded mutely and followed. He watched, unsettled, as the bodies of the slain Knights and guards dissolved instantly.

Seyka offered him a reassuring smile. "Fear not. The Knight Prince and his children's bodies shall remain intact. Their heads and some of their remains will be displayed near the gate to make an example out of them. Lord Schester seeks to command Mortal respect, after all."

The High Priest sighed. "Lord Schester already commands it as a Blood Lord."

Seyka replied, "You and your Church honor him, but not all share this view. Our Blood Churches' authority is upheld through the punishment of those who insult us."

Meeting her gaze, the High Priest asked, "If I may, why send a Saint Knight? Your assigned Knights will be rendered useless, and you cannot purify lands."

Seyka's soft laugh corrected him. "You err, High Priest. I purify Souls, consigning those needing restoration to Hell. I am adept at both that and land purification, hence my assignment."

Skepticism lingered in his expression. Seyka's glare sharpened and she laughed. "Very well. My younger sister was to come as a Saint, but her benediction from Lord Chester's Chipmuck Mascot would have made this land razed to naught within an hour. Lord Chester is notoriously unforgiving and harsh. Thus, my mother's urging to send someone else instead. This is how I ended up being sent here instead. I was never mother's preference, though. My Patron Gods chose me for reasons only known to them. Saint Sylia, my mother, reluctantly consented, as Lord Schester is more patient than Lord Chester and is known to torture evil for millennia. Still, my distant relation to Lord Chester made me a questionable choice in her eyes. Mother fears I might invoke Lord Chester's Judgment in a fit of anger and end up annihilating everything and everyone in these Gods' forsaken Kingdoms. She has imposed Magical restraints one me, and I strive to honor her by exercising composure as she advised so eagerly."

The High Priest trembled. Saint Sylia's caution was well-founded and deserved praise, indeed. Lord Chester's wrath had vanquished Supreme Gods and Higher Spirits alike in the recent past.

Questions abounded, but they could wait. Lady Seyka's arrival was a boon to the Kingdoms, sparing them the annihilation her sibling's presence would have wrought under Lord Chester's Spirits. Lord Schester, by contrast, was indeed more merciful.

All he could do now was wait and hope.

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