Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



While a group was fighting against a wyvern and another one was meeting his creator-cum-sitster and another few groups running around, the Judicial building was in chaos as the holy nun from the church finally arrived at the vicinity with a scowl on her face.

Madelyn's arrival at the Judicial building sent a shiver down the spines of those who saw her. The holy nun was known for her unwavering devotion to her faith and her formidable powers as a wielder of divine magic. Her reputation as a no-nonsense enforcer of the church's will had earned her both respect and fear among the people.

As she stepped into the chaotic scene, her piercing gaze scanned the surroundings, taking in the destruction and mayhem caused by the undead. She saw the remnants of the battle with the wyvern, the fallen members of the group, and the terrified civilians seeking refuge.

Her expression hardened as she approached a group of injured civilians huddled together. "Fear not, my children," she spoke with a voice that carried a mix of sternness and compassion. "The Church of the Divine Light has arrived, and we shall protect you from this unholy menace."

Madelyn raised her hands, and a radiant glow surrounded her. The wounded began to feel a soothing warmth as her divine magic worked to heal their injuries and mend their spirits. The civilians looked up to her with gratitude and newfound hope, finding solace in her presence.

"Lead the way, holy knight," she said to one of her escorts from the church. There was a whole legion on her side, protecting her. Though. all of them are more powerful than her, her presence told otherwise.

The holy knight, named Sir Gabriel, nodded solemnly and took a step forward, leading the way through the chaotic streets. Madelyn walked alongside him, her head held high and her eyes fixed on the task ahead. The legion of church defenders followed closely, their steps steady and unwavering.

As they advanced, the undead horde seemed to sense Madelyn's presence. A low growl echoed through the air, and the creatures turned their attention toward her, their lifeless eyes filled with malice and hunger.

But Madelyn showed no fear. Her faith in the Divine Light was unshakable, and she radiated an aura of confidence and power that sent a ripple of energy through her legion. They knew that with her by their side, they had a chance against the unholy forces.

The battle intensified as the undead closed in on them, their numbers seemingly endless. Madelyn raised her hands, and a brilliant light burst forth, engulfing the first wave of undead in a blaze of divine energy. They disintegrated into ashes, their dark forms unable to withstand the purity of her magic.

The legion followed suit, their weapons, and spells creating a symphony of destruction. Swords clashed, arrows flew, and spells crackled through the air, each strike guided by the holy purpose of protecting this city.

It didn't take their elite force to just plow through the oncoming undead legion, it was like there were casually walking and the creatures were casually turning dust the moment they enter a certain radius from her.

She sighed seeing the blue transparent shield that is expanding its radius second by second. But it was still so slow and pretty much useless. The damage is done, whatever his barrier does would be too late.

She approached the barrier and pressed her palm on it, a yellow light radiating from her palm.

Her magic was purification, whereas Danielle's was healing. Dani couldn't do what she can do and there's said to be only one holy magic user in the entire world.

And that was Madelyn. This holy magic was bestowed by the gods themselves. So they say.

The part around her palm suddenly vibrated and shimmered, then with a white fume it opened a rectangular cut large enough for them to enter.

She took a step inside the cut, along with the holy knights closely following behind and the magic closed behind her.

"The shield is quite sturdy, I'm surprised," she chuckled. Her pearl-like teeth peeked through her ruby lips. "But doesn't matter, whatever damage this city can acquire has already been done."

"They should've deployed it the moment there was a security breach, why didn't they?" the head knight asked, his gaze shifting at the cruelty of the undead.

"The Grandmaster became too confident. No one has ever challenged his authority in the past four hundred years and he must've thought why would anyone ever do it? This city has the largest collection of knowledge, it's where most of the research and inventions were made. So, of course, he'll think it's impossible to be attacked. The poor man must be aged a hundred years in just a few hours."

They made their way to the Judicial building. It was a simple walk as all the undead disintegrated inside the shield.

When they reached the front gate, a bunch of people were already gathered, blocking the path of the holy knights.

"The Grandmaster is waiting for you inside," the leader of the group, a female soldier said as the knights walked past the crowd. "He's waiting for you in the underground."

Madelyn and her escorts nodded and went on their way. The knight who was in charge of the entrance stepped forward and opened the door for them, the rest of the escort remained outside.

They entered the building and the knights followed the direction the leader had pointed. They made their way through the underground passage, passing by a long corridor filled with many cells.

In the end, the corridor opened up into a big room filled with tables and chairs, a small stage, and a wide screen behind it. The entire back wall was covered with a transparent material that can only be seen through the other side.

An old man and a young woman were the only inhabitants there.

"Stay outside, let me talk with them," she said to her escorts as they were about to enter.

"But we can't let you go in there alone, madam."

"I can assure you that there's nothing to worry about, the Grandmaster has no more secrets left to reveal," she said, walking toward the duo.