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Lena's mind was thrown into unprecedented turmoil.
Mino...confessed...? That's...the truth...but...why?
Impossible... It must be a demon trap... Impossible... My abilities must be malfunctioning... It must be...
...Is that impossible?
In his eyes, a deep sense of confusion and doubt mingled... and finally, it transformed into the most painful certainty!
The icy heart in her chest flashed with a rapid light: "Lady Lena, calm down... We can't give the demons an opportunity!"
A slight chill crept into her mind, jolting Lena awake. She shook her head, about to grit her teeth and retreat, when the voice symbolizing the "truth" rang in her ears once more—
"Please accept this, Your Holiness... a 'gift' from your former closest companion~"
A gift? Mino?
Having gone so far as to betray the demons, what else could he possibly be preparing for himself?!
Lena's face hardened with icy coldness. Just as she was about to unleash a furious rebuke, a rich fragrance filled the air, and her eyes flashed with a sudden intensity—
A sea of roses...
Lena's eyes widened in astonishment as she looked at the countless simplest roses. Her pupils slowly contracted, dilated, and then contracted again... The incredibly clear memories naturally surfaced in her mind at this moment.
The cold gaze melted like an iceberg, bringing an unprecedented tremor, disbelief, warmth, and lingering memories... Finally, the soft light of memories belonging to a young girl surged forth.
"Mino, he heard everything—"
The roses filling her vision sparked a sudden realization, and as she murmured, Lena lowered her frosty eyelashes:
"I see……"
Chapter 64 Love-obsessed, damn it!
Lena remembers it very clearly.
That was during the period when she failed her 173rd blind date.
She poured out her grievances to the boy who had always used sword practice as an excuse to vent her frustrations: "Don't those men who give you roses as soon as you meet them know how embarrassing that is?"
The boy, listening absentmindedly, closed his eyes wearily, muttering in a half-awake state, "I've learned my lesson, I'll never give you roses again..."
Hearing the boy's blunt conclusion, Lena couldn't help but laugh. Looking at his youthful face, and somewhat jokingly, she lowered her head and softly said to him:
"Sending just one rose is so unromantic. If one day a man proposed to me with a sea of flowers... no matter how different their circumstances are, I would definitely say yes!"
"These are tips for winning over women, you should learn them, Xiaominuo!"
Under the sunlight, the boy's sleeping face was already drowsy.
Lena quickly shook her head, as if she'd found herself awkward: "With your looks and qualities, you definitely have no shortage of girls chasing after you...tsk, if only I were younger..."
Lena paused here, realizing something was amiss—what was she planning to do at such a young age? What inappropriate words were these?
In an instant, the girl's face turned bright red, like an apple.
Looking at Mino sleeping soundly beside her, Lena patted her chest and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Thankfully he didn't hear... otherwise, she would have completely lost her authority as an adult...
As the sun sets, the clearer memories become less distinct.
All she remembered was that moment when her heart was pounding wildly.
Just like now...
Amidst the sea of roses, Lena's heart pounded with unwavering clarity, her mind a jumble of thoughts. The endless floral spectacle… had he really delivered it?!
"Lady Lena, calm down—your emotions... are very bad?! What's wrong with you?" The Heart of Ice flashed frantically.
Lena pursed her lips, and her mature and beautiful face was no longer cold. Her eyes were as captivating as a pool of spring water.
The demon wasn't lying... which means that these fields of roses really were prepared by Mino for her...
This can only mean one thing: Mino wasn't asleep at all at that time!
In an instant, Lena's ears turned bright red.
What did she say?!
No, that's not right. The key question is why Mino made the demons prepare this, and why she betrayed them...
Suddenly, Lena froze.
So that's how it is... Mino, it wasn't a freebie after all!
A hazy mist suddenly rose in her eyes, and Lena's body trembled uncontrollably as she covered her mouth: "He violated his principles to prepare this gift... by revealing the information to the demons."
How painful it must be for him!
The Ice Heart vibrated violently in its chest, reaching its absolute limit, and suddenly emitted a rapid "beep beep beep" alarm sound.
"Holy Maiden, the backlash is coming... I really can't take it anymore!" Iceheart cried out in fear.
A slightly alluring blush rose to Lena's cheeks as she suddenly realized the message Mino was trying to convey: he remembered everything she had said that day!
"If one day a man proposes to me with a sea of flowers... no matter how different their circumstances are, I will definitely say yes!"
So Mino's goal is... steam exploded on Lena's face, swirling around her head:
"Please...please...please...propose?!" In her incoherent panic, she touched her burning cheeks.
"Just for something like this... he pretended to betray humanity...? But no... the age gap between us is too big..."
Her words came to an abrupt halt; Lena was speechless—no matter how different the other person's circumstances were… even their age, was it the same?
In an instant, Lena's eyes filled with glistening tears.
Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep!
"Lady Lena! Lady Lena! Look at me! Look at me!" Iceheart cried out in a desperate, desperate voice.
Lena raised her head, as if suddenly waking up, and murmured:
"Mino... has he been seeing me like this ever since then?!"
"Lord Lena!!!!"
"But I've never thought that way before... No! Maybe it was just Mino acting on impulse! I need to give him a good talking to..."
With her hands on her hips, Lena tried to strike a mature pose, but as she looked at the vast and silent sea of flowers before her, her voice gradually softened.
Drip, drip, large tears slid down from her eyes.
"He knew... he was in the Demon King's castle, and he would never come back..."
Lena kept wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, choking back sobs as she said:
"...So, at least in his final moments, he wanted to convey the feelings in his heart..."
“He was serious…” Lena crouched down, covering her face and weeping.
"This is pure love!!!"
The Ice Saintess cried like a little girl at this moment, finally acknowledging an emotion that might not have existed in her heart—
The heartbroken saintess stood in the very center of the sea of flowers.
"Mino! Mino!" Lena cried.
Even her purest heart wept from her chest:
"Lady Saint! Lady Saint!"
With a ripping sound—like a window being pierced—the Ice Heart trembled violently, unleashing an uncontrollable burst of cold air that enveloped Lena layer by layer.
The Pure Heart is the most important sacred relic of the Holy Church.
It was during the darkest time, when humanity was at its weakest, and the demons were gradually taking over human territory, causing the kingdom to fall apart, that the Ice Warrior, adorned with the Heart of Ice, successfully resisted the demons' impending attack. Through the efforts of generations of heroes, a desperate counterattack was launched.
In the end, Mino, humanity's strongest warrior, restored human territory to the sacred borders of Mino.
Unfortunately, since the Ice Hero, no hero has appeared as calm and collected as him. Rather than passively waiting for a suitable hero, choosing a powerful candidate is obviously more appropriate. And after the Holy Church's continuous testing, it was discovered that the Ice Heart prefers sweet and soft girls.
—Thus, the Pure Heart became a sacred object of the Holy Church, and the title of "Saintess" was born for its user.
The saintess thus has a title known only to scholars well-versed in history: the Shield of the Hero.
To ensure that this crucial relic, capable of turning the tide in a critical moment, would not be lost during the battle, the Holy Church spared no expense in inscribing numerous magic arrays upon it. The most important of these arrays was to safely teleport the Ice Heart and its owner back in the event of a backlash.
The bright light and screams from the backlash of the Ice Heart finally entered Lena's mind. Looking up, Lena finally realized what was happening.
The Shield of the Hero...
"I failed to protect you—Mino!!!" Lena plunged her longsword into the ground, her voice filled with grief.
"I'm such a love-struck fool! *@Mino#￥*(#$%)!"
Iceheart swore, but it was completely blocked by a green, wholesome inscription in the Holy Church.
Chapter 65 Fierce Party Strife
Frost, shimmering with runes, spread from the Heart of Ice, enveloping Lena inch by inch... While the Heart of Ice provides impeccable protection for its wearer, the side effects of its backlash are also quite severe.
Currently, the divine aura within Lena is out of control and is even continuously damaging her body. Until her power is restored, the Ice Heart can only completely freeze Lena.
Lena's fair neck gradually became as clear and translucent as crystal. She turned her head, her gaze hardening, and looked toward the Demon King's castle.
"Mino, wait for me. Next time, next time I will definitely save you from that inhuman hell of the Demon King's Castle!"
A dazzling beam of light shot into the sky!
The powerful energy released by the teleportation shook both humans and demons on the border. Tonight's operation was kept extremely secret by both humans and demons... At this moment, countless scouts from both sides were quickly dispatched, heading towards the source of the commotion.
When I arrived at the scene, all that remained was a desolate and chaotic empty space.
"What... exactly happened here?" Everyone present looked shocked.
On the desolate border, the dark soil is now covered with a blanket of frost, transforming into glaciers that are difficult to melt... And strangely enough, on this nutrient-deprived ice and snow, countless roses are growing with vitality.
"This chilling aura... it's from the Ice Saintess?!"
The human scout clenched his fist in excitement, as if witnessing a historic moment.