The concourse of the Rock Convergence Station should have been orderly, but for some unknown reason, it had fallen into a slight chaos.

The preparations of the Purgatory Priests were decisive and swift. The wariness flashing in their eyes revealed the importance of the task at hand. The cast iron and glass structure under the lights seemed especially cold and hard in this sudden situation, reflecting the passengers' tense faces.

And all eyes were focused on the two noble young ladies surrounded in front of the checkpoint.

"If Miss MiriAnn Milford is not a suspect, we guarantee that we will not harm you in the slightest. And after proving your innocence, we will release you as soon as possible."

The High Priest, who ordered them to be stopped, bowed and spoke with a graceful demeanor.

"..."

The line of passengers behind them snaked through the corridor, everyone waiting, as if some event was about to erupt suddenly. The mood of ordinary Imperial passengers, like the temperature in the concourse, was gradually dropping towards freezing.

Not just Hyberian and Mishaura, but everyone in the distance knew that the promises of the Purgatory branch priests were not to be trusted in the slightest.

In this silence, the air was pierced by a sudden, subtle rustling, unusually clear.

The High Priest did not raise his head, waiting for the two noble ladies before him to state their position.

"I will miss the opening time of the Protos Royal Magic Academy, and without evidence or an arrest warrant, you cannot arbitrarily arrest Imperial nobles."

Even though Hyberian hadn't seemed to have a temper before, at this moment, the corners of her eyes were slightly tightened, with a hint of displeasure, making it difficult to accept the Purgatory branch's barbarism and unreasonableness.

"If we really have a problem, you can bring the Metropolitan Police Department's legal documents and arrest us at the school in Helrom. At that time, regardless of whether we agree or not, the school will cooperate with your work as soon as possible."

Mishaura also took half a step forward, her voice even more assertive.

Their train to the Imperial capital of Helrom was scheduled to depart at eleven o'clock at noon. There were more than three hours between the two trains from Milford Territory to Box Hill Province and from Box Hill to the Imperial capital of Helrom. The Earl of Milford had considered the time it might take to transfer, leaving them plenty of time to rest and prepare along the way.

But being intercepted and taken to the Purgatory Knights would certainly cause them to miss the originally scheduled train, no matter what the investigation result was. And if they were detained for a day or two, and then bought tickets temporarily after being released, there was a high probability that they would not be able to enter the Protos Royal Magic Academy for a week.

That school, with its strict rules and semi-closed style, prohibited students from going out on weekdays as a matter of course, and as the ultimate in punishing and maintaining the credit assessment rules, it also did not allow students who had not returned on time to enter halfway.

"I'm sorry, we have priority in handling confidential matters related to the Northern War. If you need to sue us, please contact the Earl of Milford."

The High Priest glanced at Mishaura, his words still sounded polite, but the coldness in his eyes had already begun to be suppressed.

It was as if he was telling her that if she made any more trouble, he would give her some lessons she would never forget for the rest of her life, regardless of whether she was the Earl's daughter.

Hyberian immediately grabbed Mishaura's hand and squeezed it tightly, pulling her behind her.

"Our Milford family has never offended your Purgatory branch. The Earl of Milford is going to the Imperial capital to participate in the election the week after next. Are you trying to drag the Purgatory Bishop down with you by doing this?"

She didn't let Mishaura retort to the High Priest, but questioned him herself.

"..."

A hint of hesitation flashed in the High Priest's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and became resolute again.

"Even if Lord Milford is disappointed in our Purgatory branch because of this, I must keep her here. It is my duty, please forgive me."

He didn't give in at all.

If he had originally planned to take into account the power of the Milford Earl's family, now he was prepared to tear up the pretense.

"..."

Seeing the Purgatory branch High Priest's attitude, Hyberian's nerves tightened as she held Mishaura's hand.

If she wanted to run now, it probably wouldn't be a problem to forcibly escape Box Hill Province, but doing so would definitely harm the Milford family who helped her forge her identity.

But if she followed the other party's wishes and went with them into the Purgatory Knights' temple, if anything happened, she might not be able to escape. The more she was investigated, the more likely there would be loopholes.

Either way, it was approaching a dead end.

"I'll go with you."

Hyberian finally sighed helplessly with extremely complicated feelings.

No matter what, even if she was shouldering an important task, she couldn't abandon the Milford family for her own safety.

"I want to be with my sister."

Mishaura pursed her lips tightly, her face expressionless, and took Hyberian's arm, meaning she would never let go.

The High Priest sneered. These two arrogant noble ladies had wasted so much of his breath. Now, even if Mishaura wanted to leave, it was impossible for him to let her go.

If these two continued to act this way, then they must be properly tamed in the Purgatory Knights' temple. Even as hostages, they could make the Earl of Milford obediently cast his vote for the Purgatory Bishop without any mistakes.

Once the Purgatory Bishop was elected, the cooperation between the Protos Empire and the Rebirth Church would be a foregone conclusion. Even if the Earl of Milford saw his two daughters being abused or killed, he would have to swallow his anger and remain silent.

"Okay, you two can be together."

The High Priest signaled the heavily armed knights behind him to take the two of them away, and many passengers queuing behind them consciously chose to step aside temporarily.

Passengers whose trains were departing in a few hours had already left the waiting line and gone elsewhere, leaving only those passengers whose trains would be departing soon, waiting with difficulty.

Meeting a blockage ahead while transferring should have been very anxious, but at this time, no one dared to say anything.

In the settling silence, what made Hyberian feel bitter in her heart was that she was very clear that she had not made any mistakes. It seemed that this group of Purgatory Priests had not seen through any loopholes, but had accidentally caught her.

Hyberian was too familiar with this kind of pure luck problem. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't eliminate the misfortune, and it would also affect the people who helped her. In the end, even her powerful father, who had always protected her, seemed to be affected by her misfortune and was missing.

She always felt like she was a condemned person, and luck in everything would always turn to the worse side.

Until she met Lan Qi, whose fate was a bit too hard, her misfortune seemed to have all turned into good luck. That person seemed to carry all her luck.

Now that Lan Qi was gone, that feeling of powerlessness surged into her heart again.

But she could no longer shout Lan Qi's name with all her might like she did at the Purgatory Corridor Academy, and he would suddenly appear and come to save her.

Goddess, what should I do now?

Just then, the huddled crowd dispersed again, as if the guards had cleared a path through them.

And Hyberian's dimmed expression was once again attracted by the commotion, and she raised her eyes slightly.

"What are you doing?"

A voice rang out, leisurely with confusion and impatience.

It seemed that the checkpoint had been blocked for too long, making him feel that this was very uncivil.

Chapter 216 An Uninvited Guest