Cote's mouth fell open in shock, and Givenchy standing behind the high-backed chair also plunged into a state of dumbfounded confusion.
Wayne didn't waste words, with a wave of his hand, the White Night Purity Words floated before Guinevere, letting her inspect it herself.
The moment Guinevere's palm touched it, though she did not receive a response from Divine Power, a holy and awe-inspiring aura assailed her face, and a brief touch was enough to restore her drained mind to its prime.
The Divine Artifact was the real deal, the Devil had gotten the White Night Purity Words!
Guinevere's face twisted with frustration, thinking about all the stories she carried, how she had been beaten and even showed her thighs, she clenched her teeth and said, "Knight Lord, why didn't you take out the White Night Purity Words earlier."
