"He aided by the holy water and the dwarven poison, sent people to besiege and stab you, this is unforgivable." He spat out his red tongue, licked the corner of his lips, and said with extreme malice: "I heard that the princess will be exiled to Tamoria, we can cut off her head and send it back."

  Caius gazed down at Cynthia with a self-satisfied arrogance, "I'll kill him myself."

  The fallen angel walked up to Cynthia, bent down and sniffed her body, then the same red eyes floated with pity, "She has a strange smell on her, which is liked by the beasts in the Eternal Night Forest."

  "I don't know who framed this poor little thing."

  Caius seemed not to have heard what he said, and a brand new black tank top reappeared on his body. His straight figure like a green pine walked to the simple wardrobe in one side of the room, opened the cabinet and bent down to walk in.

  The fallen angel behind took a last look at Cynthia's face and said "good luck" before following closely.

  ...

  Cynthia woke up to the first rooster crow at dawn, her arm had gone numb, and after a while, she slowly lifted it to rub her eyes, another eyelash poked in, making her tearful.

  She held back her tears and gazed down at the ground with blurred vision.

  Apart from a thin blanket and an overturned medicine bottle, there was nothing left.

  She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes, sticking to her face with her eyelashes.

  "Where's the person?"

  Cynthia stood up from the stool, staring blankly at the empty room, where there was no furniture that could hide anyone.

  She clenched her fingers and made a cracking sound with her fist.

  He was bleeding so badly, how did he manage to leave quietly!

  Not at all!

  Divine Light Progress: 3%

  ？？？

  Cynthia held her breath in her throat and endured it when she saw the progress bar.

  She took several deep breaths, smelling the morning breeze blowing in from outside the window, trying to calm her emotions.

  Anyway, people lost progress bars also rose, right?

  Isn't she heading in the right direction?

  The cursed one is unlikely to appear in Riedonia, which means he's probably living in Temeria. Anyway, she'll have to go there sooner or later, so asking him for a lifesaving favor shouldn't be a problem, right?

  Having adjusted her mood, Cynthia had just returned to her own room when Joyce came up with breakfast and knocked on her door.

  "Miss Cynthia, change into your most convenient outfit, we will be crossing the river and traversing the Eternal Night Forest today."

  "Put things outside, I'll be fine soon." Cynthia took off the blood-stained red dress and stuffed it into her luggage, then put on a pair of ordinary pants and a lace-trimmed short-sleeved blouse.

  She washed away the bloodstains on her fingertips and tied up her long, light golden curls into a thick braid that lay across her chest.

  This dress is just like the long-haired princess locked in a high tower.

  Cynthia packed up her things and opened the door.

  Her face without any embellishment, still beautiful enough to make Joyce's ears burn as she met her gaze at the door, he lowered his head and put the plate on the table.

  "A little mutton soup, eating it with black bread will make it softer."

  Joyce picked up her luggage by the door and walked out with her head down. "I'll wait for you downstairs."

  "Joyce." Cynthia called out to him, turning her head to the side as he passed by, sincerely saying "thank you for protecting me all along the way."

  "This is my duty." Joyce replied seriously, "Being your knight, is my honor."

  The haze of morning cloudiness that had been lingering in Cynthia's heart dissipated a lot because of Joyce.

  She sat down and broke off a piece of bread into the soup bowl, dipped it in, and just as she was about to take a bite, she spat it out.

  Her precious stomach wouldn't allow her to take in such a strongly flavored mutton soup.

  Thinking back to when I used to film cooking variety shows to increase national prestige, making delicious dishes with all sorts of seasonings, and the precious red wine from my own cellar.

  Cynthia lost her appetite again and felt that today was really an unlucky day.

  She leaned against the handrail as she went downstairs and stared blankly at the carriage that had been covered with a layer of black lacquer overnight.

  "Temeria is uneasy, and after crossing the river we need to keep a low profile," Joyce explained.

  "Has news of my exile spread that far already?" Cynthia asked in puzzlement as she boarded the carriage.

  That would make life afterwards troublesome; she was uncertain whether the chaotic races on that side would welcome her, a sinner who had abandoned the God of Light.

  Joyce shook her head, "They're just vassals, they won't bother with Rheda'nia's affairs. No one will deliberately cross the Eternal Night Forest to deliver your message, the Crown Prince has already made arrangements."

  Cynthia cannot be denied.

  If her sister Minnie had given up chasing her after she voluntarily gave up being a saint, that would be fine.

  If she didn't, she would suspect that the message had been taken away by her.

  But nothing is certain until we reach our destination.

  I hope her sister doesn't mind this little vase of hers.

  After the carriage and Curtis's iron cage left the tavern, the tavern owner conducted a thorough cleanup of the entire house, burning everything in the room where Kayus and Cynthia had stayed.

  The boundary river was turbulent due to a heavy rain recently, with yellowish-brown waves rolling and swirling out circles of white foam.

  The only connection to the Eternal Night Forest is a single wooden bridge held up by several iron chains.

  Cynthia lifted the small curtain, across the border river was a pine forest that couldn't be seen at a glance, golden sunlight scattered out in beams from the gaps in the cloud layer, mysterious and beautiful.

  She was about to leave the peaceful and stable Ridania, entering a forest that had been warned by Loka to be dangerous, where gold coins and divine magic would be used.

  After Joyce confirmed that the road ahead was safe, he rode on a black horse, leading the team to start crossing the border river.

  The wooden bridge began to sway slightly as they stepped onto it, Cynthia's ears were filled with the sound of the river rushing by, Rydania was moving away from her, and the only safe boundary was also leaving her.

  Cynthia pressed her hand against her chest, where her heart was beating a little fast inside her ribcage.

  To be honest, it's impossible not to be afraid. She can't use magic at all and can only rely on gold coins and Joyce to save her life.

  Cynthia clutched at the fabric of her pants on her knees, thinking of something and hurriedly took out the gold coin bag that had been stuffed into the box and tied it around her waist.

  At this time she could only pray that bad luck wouldn't follow her all the way, at least to safely pass through the Eternal Night Forest.

  Crossing the border river was very smooth.

  That wide and broad river, they crossed it in just a short while.

  When the sun was at its brightest, the carriage drove into a forest composed of cedar trees.