Chapter 201

Not cheers — only deep suspicion and cold scorn.

Why? Why!

Shurin's eyes trembled, faintly.

Why aren't they praising me? I showed them clearly that I'm the Saintess!

I endured pain enough to tear my flesh apart, just to put that wretch Viola beneath my feet, and got all the way here for it. And they dare to doubt me?

Shurin was scanning the crowd, her face twisted, when—

"Saintess. Let's go back inside for now."

Elionis's calm voice reached her. As if he'd already anticipated the crowd's cold reaction, there wasn't so much as a speck of unease on his face.

His purpose, from the very start, had never been to have the public revere a Saintess — it had only ever been the Saintess's "Authority" itself.

"You've proven you're the Saintess with the Mark. That's enough for today."

At his ruthless words, Shurin stood frozen on the spot,…