Chapter 55 :Goddess Welcome to visit us next time~

Ina’s protest was immediate.
“You’re leaving me alone?!”

She glared at Cynthia, indignant.
“I’m coming with you!”

“No trouble,” Cynthia snapped.
“You’re going to the capital for a mission.”

“A mission?” Ina faltered, scrambling for excuses.
“But I need to protect you—ow!”

Cynthia’s swift smack to her head cut her off.
“Enough nonsense. In the capital, track the Holy Church’s moves. I’ll find you.”

“Bullying an honest person…” Ina muttered, rubbing her head.
“I’ll sneak off, and you’ll never find me…”

Despite her grumbling, she shuffled to the carriage, where the boss and crew were ready to move.

“Be careful…” she said, hesitating before boarding.

“You too,” Cynthia replied, watching the carriage fade into the night.

Once it was gone, she turned to the black smoke rising from the woods.
A deep breath, a flash of red in her eyes, and massive black wings unfurled.
In moments, she soared high, locking onto a burning forest below.

From the air, she spotted two women under attack by strange golems, surrounded by white-robed figures in the woods.
One woman, with light blue hair, strained to maintain a faltering magic barrier against the golems’ magical barrage.
The other, blonde and richly dressed, lay unconscious—likely a noble, trembling under her protector’s shield.

Weak without power, Cynthia thought, unimpressed.

Then, the golems caught her eye.
Floating spheres, sharp arms, magic and melee… familiar.

A memory clicked.
Glorious Canon.

She’d expected only the Holy Slaughter Canon’s involvement, but the Glorious Canon—equally formidable—was here too.
Cardinals colluding? This just got interesting.

A scarlet longbow materialized in her hand, its blood-red hue gleaming under the moon.
Magic alone wouldn’t suffice at this range, but the bow’s power would.

A rare smile curved her lips.
Let’s see if the Glorious Canon’s improved.

She drew the string, a blood-charged arrow forming.

Boom!

Rustia, the blue-haired court magician, groaned as her wand shook under another golem blast.
She’d never imagined this fate—chased from Barlia’s capital, her guards slaughtered by these relentless constructs.

Her duty was to protect the unconscious princess beside her, but why had they been exiled?
The princess, innocent and kind, cast out with her—then hunted before they could even flee.
Only the crown prince’s secret passage had saved them from death in the palace.

Now, her magic barrier cracked under the golems’ onslaught.
Is this it?

My salary, unspent. Magic materials, unbought. Snacks, untasted.

I don’t want to die!

Goddess, save us! I’ll give fifty years of my life—

Whoosh!

Blood-red arrows tore through the night, striking the golems’ cores with precision.
Most fell in the first volley; a second wave finished the rest.

The white-robed figures in the woods stirred, panicking as their golems crumbled.
They emerged, eyes fixed skyward.

Rustia followed their gaze.
A shadow descended—a silver-haired girl with ruby eyes, her red dress swaying, black wings blotting out the moon.

Goddess’s messenger?

Rustia gaped until the girl spoke, a scarlet sickle appearing in her hand.

“Good evening, Glorious Canon~”

Her smile was gentle, but her words dripped menace.
“Ready to die by my blade?”