"It's fine, just a joke between friends." Syl also smiled, seemingly not taking the matter to heart.
From Jian's remarks, Syl had already begun to sense that in the eyes of some, the Joker's actions might not be crimes, but a form of "salvation" or "help."
Especially among the residents of Ibiza, Syl was already eager to inquire about their views on the Joker in Ivisa District.
This only served to further confirm to Syl that the path she had chosen was not the wrong one.
Next was to continue creating incidents, then wait for the right moment.
A moment when, after being suppressed to the extreme, it would begin to erupt. By then, Ivisa District would be filled with the Joker's graffiti and masks; Syl was very much looking forward to that day.
To re-establish order, one must first destroy the old interest groups; this was something Syl had been very clear about in her past life.
Putting aside her current thoughts for now, Syl decided to focus on the Sara noodles in front of her. The tender yellow, round noodles, emitting an enticing aroma, had been tempting Syl for quite a while, yet she hadn't managed to eat a single bite.
She stuffed the ball of cooled noodles from her hand into her mouth. With one bite, the mouthful of meat bits mixed with the slightly sour noodles whetted her appetite.
It was truly satisfying.
Seeing Syl's satisfied expression, Jian, who had swallowed the noodles in her mouth, didn't continue saying anything, just smiled and began to eat as well.
After the two finished eating, the shopkeeper served two desserts. In the interval of eating the small cakes, Syl asked: "Are you going to 'execute' Frank later?"
"No, of course not. First is the trial, and then the verdict. If there are no issues in the process, it should just be confiscating his sword and then burning it in front of him." Jian stated her judgment nonchalantly.
It was precisely this nonchalant tone that made Syl feel a chill in her crotch, as if...
Oh, no need for "as if," I've already lost it.
Syl's mouth twitched, and she selectively forgot this somewhat unbearable memory. Fortunately, Syl was still very satisfied with the current situation; if only it could be a bit calmer...
It would be even better if it gave her more time to flirt with girls.
When Syl finished the last bite of cake, Jian also stood up, seemingly impatient. She looked at Syl and said: "Let's go. While the lunch break is still ongoing, we'll go straight to the factory to find Frank."
"Alright... then I'll sit in on this trial," Syl shrugged, took off her glasses to wipe them with a clean napkin, and continued, "I hope it won't take long."
According to Jian, her first stage of holy medicine should have been digested. She would go back early tonight and ask Aishala if she could drink the next bottle of holy medicine.
Before that, she had to accompany Jian and witness this trial... at least Syl also hoped to see that fencing maniac receive punishment.
Jian led Syl onto the carriage. As the carriage slowly started, Syl, sitting inside, felt a sense of comfort.
The feeling of not having to walk oneself is truly great.
Her spirit was gradually becoming full, and to avoid overflow, Syl began to practice her Hand of Redemption.
Syl's hands glowed with a faint white light, beginning to heal the fatigue in her legs.
Turning her head to look at Jian, she found her curiously watching her Hand of Healing, and Mei opposite her was equally curious.
"This is my ability, used to dispel some curses and restore one's mood," Syl raised her hand to explain, "It also has a tiny bit of healing effect."
"It feels so amazing..." Jian blinked her eyes, not hiding her desire to try it out at all.
"Uh... do you want to try?" Syl raised her hand, looking at Jian.
"Okay~" Jian nodded like a pecking chick, then turned her body slightly to face Syl directly, signaling that she was ready.
The white holy light in Syl's hands shone once more, and at the same time, Syl's hand reached out to stroke Jian's shoulder.
From the moment Syl's hand gently rested on Jian's shoulder, Jian felt that her soul was so happy it was as if it were about to return to the embrace of the goddess of justice.
Originally, Jian's mood today was already very good because she had met Syl. Now, with the Hand of Redemption, her happy emotions were about to reach their peak.
Jian quickly snapped back to her senses, swiftly pulling her shoulder away from Syl's hand, retreating directly to the edge of the carriage, her back against the wooden board, looking at Syl with rapid breathing.
Jian's body trembled slightly, her face flushed with a rosy hue, her legs tightly crossed, her eyes looking at Syl with a hint of haziness. This situation, following Jian's adjustment of her breathing, quickly recovered.
"Jian, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing Jian's reaction, Syl felt a bit nervous, thinking that her Hand of Redemption might have side effects when used on someone without an illness.
After all, Syl had just increased the "dosage" a little bit.
And before, when she used the Hand of Redemption to touch Aishala, even Archbishop Aishala had shown an obvious reaction.
"No... nothing." Jian quickly waved her hand, and seeing Syl's hand reaching out again, she shrank into the corner, wishing she could embed herself into the wooden board.
Seeing this, Syl withdrew her hand, placing it in front of her chest, her voice sounding a bit aggrieved: "I saw your expression looked very uncomfortable, your face was flushed red... Sorry, next time I'll be careful not to use my skills indiscriminately..."
"No, it's really comfortable, don't stop using it," hearing this, Jian subconsciously refuted Syl's words, but quickly realized and added, "It feels like all the body's fatigue has disappeared, it's really effective."
"Really?" Syl blinked, raising her hand, looking somewhat unconvinced.
"Really, next time I'm in a bad mood, I'll definitely come to you..." Jian looked at Syl's slender, fair fingers, swallowed with some difficulty, "Next time, definitely next time."
Mei, who was opposite, had originally wanted to try it too; she also wanted to know how comfortable it was to be touched by Syl's hand.
But after seeing Her Highness Jian's expression, Mei felt that it was definitely just Her Highness comforting the Saintess of Hope, and perhaps the side effects were quite obvious.
So Mei dispelled the thought of wanting to try it, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window, even though the curtains weren't pulled open.
"Okay, next time for sure."
Syl withdrew her hand, looking at her right hand with some confusion.
It was clearly just a skill to dispel curses, improve mood, and have a slight healing effect; why did it seem to have other uses?
Next time, she would maximize the output power to see exactly what the effect was, after she finished drinking the next bottle of holy medicine and strengthening herself.
As for the test subject, Syl certainly didn't dare to ask Aishala, lest she be punished by having to balance a book on her head all day and not being able to leave the room or something.
In that case, among the people she knew, the one who could best withstand the skill seemed to be the Saintess of Justice...
Syl tucked her hand back into her black robe, looked up at Jian, and smiled.
This smile made Jian's scalp tingle; she always felt that something not-so-good was about to happen, making her both afraid... and somewhat expectant?
After a while, the carriage gradually came to a stop.
"We have arrived at Ivisa South District. Your Highness Jian, the road ahead is too rugged; Mei suggests we proceed on foot."