Princess's Inner Thoughts

But before the beautiful woman in red could rush out of the bridal chamber, a towering, almost inhuman body had already blocked the doorway.

"Galina, the former saintess of the Guardian God Palace? Big Brother, isn't this the woman you hooked up with back then? Didn't they say she'd purified her body with some divine flame? Heh, I thought she'd burned herself into a wisp of smoke and ended it all. Never thought she was still alive! Be good now, don't run! Our big brother is mighty and strong. You're a bit beneath him, but with that little face of yours, you'll barely do."

The huge man, over two and a half meters tall and nearly filling the entire doorway, swung a slap. With a thunderous crack, Galina, the beautiful woman in red, was sent sprawling to the ground without the slightest ability to resist. Then two huge feet stomped heavily onto her back, while a pair of demi-divine weapons—a sword and an axe blazing with dazzling divine radiance and entwined with countless runes—were set against her neck.

Lin Po, dressed all in black, planted his feet firmly on Galina and said in a muffled voice, "You Miro Divine Cult bastards only know how to spout nonsense. Aren't you alive and well? Spreading rumors about purifying your body with divine flame—making it sound like I was filthy or something! Seeing you so lively now, this old man is truly comforted!"

Squatting down, Lin Po looked at Galina, whose face had turned deathly pale as her whole body trembled. He roughly stroked her cheek. "Heh, still as soft and tender as back then. Tsk, good. Fate brings those destined to meet together, even from a thousand miles away. This is our destiny. Don't go running back to that Miro Divine Cult.