Chapter 413 Wake Up

The power of the dazzling sacred light slowly fades, releasing the power of this great light is a simple but extremely noble and beautiful sword, which is the symbol of the glory of the temple, the light thunder sword...

Lying is a little girl. But to be precise, she can't be regarded as a child now. Because her body is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Unlike the previous time at the headquarters of the Wizards Guild, no one, including Lance, saw how Cedra had changed, which may include herself.

But now, Lance can enjoy this magical scene all the way. As the power of light on Cinella continues to operate slowly, an extremely evil force lurking in her body is being squeezed out little by little. This is the latest evil invention developed by Christopher, the Frankenstein of the Dark Parliament. It is a horrible poison developed by experimenting with the lives of unknown living creatures. As good as Cinderella, it has also been tortured and reversed. However, before the purest bright power in the world, this poison can only be purified and expelled unwillingly.

The retro aristocratic robe changes with the growth of Cinderella's body and consistently sticks to her skin. It does not look big or small, and can only be described as perfect. Equally perfect, there is Cinella's peerless face. Lance has seen this face twice, the first time in Medell Town in the northern bloody wilderness region. At that time, he walked with Lan Jun, the most talented double practitioner under the Swordsman Gate, and then met such a mysterious classical beauty at the door of the pub. Its unfathomable breath scared the best of the two young generations.

The second meeting was the day before yesterday, and the meeting was longer and the understanding was more thorough. It was then that he knew what kind of person the little sister had been staying by his side, and finally understood why Lan Jun and he had an indescribable palpitation when they met in front of the pub that day. Now, this ancient blood clan, equivalent to the existence of a strong man of the Holy Order of mankind, lies quietly in front of her. There is no mystery when they first met, and there is no peerless glory when she confronted Monroe, the president of the Magic Association the day before yesterday. She just lies there quietly with a slightly pale face. White, it's heartbreaking.

This beautiful face and its unique temperament, even Lance, looked a little distracted. Looking at Cinella, there was tenderness and gentleness on his face, but he didn't even know what he felt about the sudden appearance of the blood ancestor. If it were you in your previous life, you would definitely do everything possible to get rid of people from such an ethnic group classified as the dark forces. But now he has already become different, so the day before yesterday, it only took him a short time to accept in his heart that this cute little sister, who has been following him for a very long time, is a blood clan 'big demon'-level figure, and can risk being abandoned or even suppressed by His Majesty the Pope. The palace asked for the 'bright right thunder sword'.

There is no doubt that Cinderila is beautiful. Her strange classical beauty gives people an indescribable**. Even Lance can't be unmoved at all. Just thinking about getting along with each other day and night before, Lance had a different feeling in his heart. After all, during that time, he took care of Cinderella like his own sister, and also kissed and hugged her. Now the little sister has become a mature beauty in a blink of an eye, and he still can't reverse this change of identity in his heart. Thinking of the previous memory, Cinthera also remembered it, and Lance didn't know how to deal with it.

"What are you thinking about?" A faint female voice sounded, interrupting Lance's meditation.

"Well, you're awake. I, I didn't think about anything. Lance was shocked and found that the woman in front of him had opened her beautiful eyes and was looking at herself with a strange look. I don't know if the eyes of the blood clan are really different. In short, Lance can't stand it and dare not look at those beautiful eyes.

Cinderila looked at Lance and sat up slowly. Lance hurried forward to help her, but he felt a little inappropriate. His hands were stiff in mid-air, so embarrassing. He smiled and said, "Well, your body doesn't matter. Sit up now."

"Since I have returned to my current state, naturally there is nothing wrong." Cindella said faintly, and then she looked at Lance and suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong with laughing?" Lance touched his face inexplicably, thinking that something was sticking to his face.

"Nothing, I'm just laughing at you. I hugged and hugged me before, but I didn't even dare to help you just now. What a useless guy." Cindella squeezed the corners of her lips and smiled faintly.

"Well, this...this...after all, it's not the same..." Lance was a little reluctant to defend.

"Oh? What's the difference? Am I still me?" Cinella asked with great interest.

"No... it's not the same... Er, the size is different." Lance swallowed and quickly explained. But after saying that, I found that something seemed to be wrong.

He has been embarrassed to hook his head, and it's not good to look at the other party at all, so now his eyes are under the woman's face. At this moment, as soon as this explanation comes out, coupled with his eyes, it is very misleading. I don't know whether the size he said is different, the size, or something else.

Cinderella blushed slightly and snorted. Obviously, it was a misunderstanding, so she decided not to continue the topic, but it was also to save Lance, otherwise he really didn't know how to continue with this topic.

Looking at the huge sword behind Lance, he seemed to think of something. She said worriedly, "Did you borrow it from the temple?"

"Uh, well, yes." Lance nodded, but didn't explain much, for fear that Cedra would be worried.

"The Pope of the temple easily lent you this bright artifact? What a powerful force. It seems to be much stronger than when I first saw you. Cindrera looked at the huge divine sword with a complete body, and there was also a slightly shocked look in her eyes. It can be seen that this bright thunder and punishment sword is really powerful. Even if it is a supreme existence like Cidrera, she has to admit its sharpness.

"There are a few questions..." Lance was stunned for a moment and then said, "Well, I don't really know much about your affairs, so if you can, you can tell me about you. But before that, I want to tell you something. First of all, the leader of the temple, who is no longer the pope. In order to show respect for the first pope, the leaders of the temple in future generations can only be crowned as pope.

"The first pope? Why do you say that? The Pope of the Temple of Light, as I know, has a lot of appointments. And the leader is not necessarily the Pope, but also the great envoy, the high priest. Cinella blinked and was a little curious.

"Well... I know... You came into contact with the Temple of Light much earlier than I said." Lance was stunned and then sighed. He probably guessed what era Cindera, a powerful blood clan, existed in what era...

"What else is the problem?" The classical beauty urged.

"Well, and... You mean, when I was in the bloody wilderness, you already felt that I had a thunder sword, and then before you fell into a coma, you said that the bright power of the thunder sword to save you was actually the one you wanted?" Lance trembled.

"Well, yes. I was sealed under the castle by the power of light..." Cinderila nodded and began to tell the history unknown to Lance. ...Then that's it. After your war, driven by the sacred power of the Light Thunder Sword, my seal was finally lifted, and I was able to come out."

"So it is..." Lance took a soft breath and shook his head and said, "If I had known this, I didn't have to go to the temple at all..."