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Hearing this form of address, Little George felt slightly displeased and spoke with an unkind tone:

"Me? I am the Bishop of the Holy Spirit Society appointed by the great Lord of All Spirits. You don't even know who I am, yet you dare to claim you are a knight of the Lord?"

Little George did not believe that the great Lord would have forgotten to tell that knight what His bishop looked like.

Diana also recalled the revelation Ivan had given her: "Midnight, East District, alleyway, believer..."

Her beautiful eyes beneath the veil darted back and forth, and she muttered to herself:

"The Lord didn't seem to mention anything about a bishop, but how could it be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy? The gentleman from just a moment ago would have been more likely..."

"Who exactly are you!" the two spoke at the same time, and the atmosphere grew tense.

Seeing this, Gais hurriedly pushed Little George out of the chapel door and closed it.

He had already roughly determined that the knight Little George spoke of, who followed the Lord, was most likely this refined noble girl.

But for now, he could not let the scene of the bishop confronting someone else be witnessed by the believers...

He turned his head and smiled at the believers inside the chapel, saying:

"Brothers and sisters of the Holy Spirit Society, today's service will start a little later. The great Lord of All Spirits has some new revelations for our Bishop."

The believers nodded blankly, not paying attention to the situation at the door, and continued to whisper among themselves.

He let out a sigh of relief, adjusted his glasses, opened the door, and stepped out.

Bang! A cyclone swept past Gais's eyes, nearly blowing away the glasses he had just wiped clean.

He saw that the two people outside the alley had already begun to fight.

The moment Little George was pushed out and the door slammed shut, the cyclone in his hands had already been released, intended to test the true identity of the mysterious girl before him.

If this person was truly the knight the Lord spoke of, she would certainly be able to block this strike.

And if not... hmph.

Little George would not show mercy to a lady; all his actions were predicated on protecting the existence of the Holy Spirit Society.

The cyclone in his hands roared forth, guided by his Spirituality, suddenly condensing into a translucent air mass that slammed toward Diana like a solid cannonball.

Diana's pupils constricted slightly, and her body instantly entered a combat state.

She could clearly perceive the trajectory of the dust in the air, and even capture the unstable "Order Veins" at the edge of the air mass.

Almost at the same time the air mass struck, she stepped back, her body sliding sideways as lightly as a feather, her off-white skirt tracing a sharp arc with the movement, just barely avoiding the impact range of the air mass.

The white veil on her face was lifted by the airflow for a corner before falling back down, leaving only her deep blue eyes locked onto the target.

The air mass crashed into the stone road behind her, exploding into a burst of white airflow as stone fragments scattered.

Little George did not clearly see Diana's movement; his gaze sharpened, but he did not stop, pressing his left hand down onto the ground.

Deep green vines suddenly burst from the gaps in the stone floor, covered in sharp thorns, and wound toward Diana's ankles like living creatures.

Little George waved his right hand, and a stream of water leaped from a bucket placed in the corner, transforming into a slender water whip that lashed toward Diana's shoulder.

The elemental attacks from the Natural Aspect came one after another, sealing off her space for evasion.

Diana's reaction speed was astonishingly fast; she tapped her toes lightly on the ground, and her body leaped upward violently, the explosive power of her muscles lifting her half a meter off the ground in an instant.

Her skirt was lifted by the wind, revealing the deerskin boots beneath, and the soles of her boots stepped precisely onto the encroaching vines.

Her body twisted in the air with the movement, dodging the water whip while her gaze locked onto Little George's movement trajectory.

She could feel the connection point between his aura and the natural power when he manipulated the elements—it was right in front of his chest, the weak point of his defense!

Little George was still looking at Diana's mid-air movements in disbelief.

"She can even dodge this? Could she really be..."

There was no extra time to think in the heat of battle; the moment the girl landed, she rushed toward him with precise rhythm.

The off-white long skirt clung to her movements, wrapping tightly around her legs as she ran without hindering her speed in the slightest, as if it were a piece of form-fitting armor.

The white veil on her face was blown backward by the wind of her running, her exquisite face appearing and disappearing, rapidly enlarging in Little George's eyes.

Little George realized his movements were far less agile than this girl's; he hurriedly diverted the vines, attempting to entangle Diana and slow her down.

Diana felt the vines entangling behind her, and her pale golden eyebrows furrowed slightly beneath the veil.

While dodging the vines that continued to lash out from behind, she continued to close the distance between them, her right hand forming a fist and striking toward the spiritual connection point on Little George's chest.

Her fist carried reinforced explosive power, the wind of the punch even blowing the stray hair on Little George's forehead.

Little George's expression changed, and he hurriedly manipulated the air to form a shield in front of him while retreating rapidly.

But Diana's angle of attack was extremely tricky; her fist grazed the edge of the air shield, turned eerily in mid-air, and struck his forearm with precision.

With a muffled "bang," Little George felt a wave of numbness spread through his arm, and his power to manipulate the elements instantly stagnated.

Diana's attack not only caused physical impact but also carried a punishment on the level of mysticism, interfering with his connection to the natural elements.

Diana's left hand took the opportunity to grab his wrist, her gray lace glove locking onto his forearm; those fingers, which should have been soft and delicate, now felt like iron pincers, clamping him so he could not move.

Little George was still struggling, trying to use his promoted Spirituality to mobilize the air elements in front of him to blast Diana away.

Before the cyclone could even take shape, Diana's right hand had already locked onto Little George's shoulder.

Her slender right leg extended from beneath her skirt, hooking around Little George's feet.

The tassels on her skirt swayed as she leaned forward, draping over her stockings.

The white veil on her face finally slipped away due to the sudden movement, revealing a pair of beautiful blue eyes brimming with fighting spirit and a tightly furrowed brow.

On her delicate, youthful face, the faint freckles no longer appeared cute; her small nose and mouth were set in a tight line, seemingly stimulated by the tension of the battle.

Her pale golden hair was coiled beneath her wide-brimmed hat, with only a single strand falling across her forehead.

Little George had no time to marvel at her beauty; he felt the world spin as the girl executed a shoulder throw, sending him hurtling toward the ground.

Gais, who had been watching the two fight and could only fret from the sidelines, rushed forward the moment the battle ended.

He reached out his hands, hoping to catch Little George and spare him from hitting the stone pavement, but as an ordinary middle-aged man, his movements were ultimately a fraction too slow.

Yet, just as Little George's head was about to strike the ground, his body suddenly stopped, hovering eerily in mid-air as if held up by a pair of invisible hands.

Then, a grand and ethereal voice resonated simultaneously in the minds of all three:

"Not bad, truly worthy of being a knight of our Holy Spirit Society. With this level of strength, you are indeed capable of protecting our Holy Spirit Society."