Chapter 113: Are you born in the Year of the Dog?

“Wuwuwu…”

Ten minutes later, a green-haired girl who had lost all hope huddled in the corner, hugging her knees and letting out pitiful sobs.

“Why did it turn out like this?”

She just couldn’t understand.

That was supposed to be a power of absolute taboo!

So why did Liz not seem tempted at all?

And besides, the taste of this stuff wasn’t even that bad…

It could totally be used as a seasoning…

So no matter what, it shouldn’t have come to her being kicked out just like that, right?!

As Satania squatted in the corner, bewildered about her future, a gentle hand landed softly on her shoulder.

She turned to look back, only to see Letia, dressed in a black priest’s robe, standing by her side at some point, a kind and gentle smile on her face.

“Don’t lose heart. This is a major mission the organization entrusted to you. How can you give up just because of such a minor setback?”

“Letia…”

Satania was so moved she nearly cried again.

She looked at the hand stretched out in front of her, and gently placed her own on top.

She pulled herself together and stood up, the lively energy and spirit she once had returning to her face.

“That’s right, how could I get discouraged over just a tiny setback? Besides, if such an important mission were smooth sailing all the way, wouldn’t that make the organization think I’m not even trying?!”

“Mhm, mhm!”

Letia clapped her hands with a smile, saying, “Exactly, exactly. So don’t stop now.”

As Satania said this, something seemed to come to her mind.

She took the bottle of Demon Elixir out of her pocket.

Although things hadn’t worked out with Liz, maybe she could start with Letia.

Even if Letia was just a priest with no real combat ability, an extra ally was still an extra force.

How did that saying go again?

Forget it, forget it…

Anyway!

Recruiting more teammates was an extremely important task!

Besides, Letia was already a member of the Dawnblade, so Satania could use her as an entry point to gradually earn the trust of the Dawnblade.

Thinking of this, Satania handed the bottle of Demon Elixir over to Letia.

“Hehehe! As my first ally, I’ll entrust this bottle of forbidden power to you first. Once I get more of the elixir from the organization, I’ll continue the negotiations with the Dawnblade. I hope you can put in a good word for me too.”

“Of course.”

Letia accepted the elixir, putting on a rather surprised expression.

“This… Is it really okay?”

That’s what she said, but her hand had already slipped the elixir into her pocket.

“Of course it’s okay!”

Satania was secretly delighted.

Although the big partnership hadn’t gone through, at least she had bought off one member of the Dawnblade.

This was definitely not a loss!

She just didn’t know why, but she kept feeling like Letia in front of her was trying hard not to laugh.

“Ahem!”

Letia cleared her throat, then said to Satania, “It’s getting late, I have things to do, so I’ll be heading back now~”

“Huh? I’m not done talking yet…”

Satania tried to reach out and stop her, but Letia had already slipped away, giving her no chance to speak at all.

“…Did I just get tricked?”

Just as Satania was about to mutter to herself, a loaf of bread came flying her way.

She looked up to see Letia waving at her from a short distance away.

“Consider it my treat.”

“…Uuu~”

Watching Letia’s retreating figure, Satania was moved to tears once again.

“She really is a good person…”

She treasured the bread like it was a rare gem and tucked it into her pocket.

“I’ll savor it slowly when I get back.”

“This stuff…” Letia studied the blood-red elixir in her hand, muttering thoughtfully, “It really doesn’t seem as powerful as that idiot claimed.”

***

After she managed to swindle—no, trade—the elixir from Satania, Letia had been studying the secrets of the blood-red potion ever since.

But no matter how she looked at it, it didn’t seem to have much to do with becoming a god.

“Tch, being in the wrong field is such a hassle…”

Letia scratched her head irritably.

“Maybe I should go find Otto? That guy’s full of sneaky tricks—he might be able to figure something out…”

“Ding dong—”

The crisp doorbell rang suddenly, startling Letia so much she almost dropped the potion bottle.

She fumbled to steady the bottle, her heart skipping a beat.

“Crap?! Could it really be Otto? Is he a bloodhound or something? Just sniffed his way over here?!”

Letia didn’t have time to think.

Instinctively, she grabbed her disguise mask and skillfully placed it over her face.

The cool, delicate material immediately melded with her skin, and the face of Sister Litt replaced her own.

She didn’t know who was outside, but just to be safe, it was better to wear the mask.

Come to think of it, it was kind of strange.

When she first wore the mask, it felt a bit uncomfortable, but after using it for a while—maybe she just got used to it—it fit her more and more snugly.

Breathing and talking felt completely unobstructed…

To be honest, it was just a bit creepily seamless.

“Coming, coming!”

While secretly complaining about the mask’s creepiness, Litt adjusted her expression and, with an angelic gentle tone, called out as she opened the door.

“Yo, Sister Litt, good afternoon.”

Outside the door, Otto stood in the sunlight wearing an immaculate bishop’s white robe.

His blond hair shone, his smile was as warm as a friendly neighbor, and he even raised his hand to greet Litt amicably.

“Otto…”

Litt quickly stepped back half a pace, hiding half her body behind the thick door, revealing only her cautious head, eyeing him like he was a career burglar ready to break in at any moment.

“Sister Litt, aren’t you being a little too wary of your own bishop?”

“Tch…”

A faint, impatient click unique to the real Letia escaped from “Litt’s” lips, but she quickly slipped back into character.

“Your Excellency Bishop, you must be joking. I just didn’t expect your sudden visit—could it be… you already know I just obtained something special?”

“Oh?”

A glint flashed through Otto’s eyes, his smile deepening a bit.

“Sister Litt, I just found out now, you know. Should I… thank you for telling me yourself?”

Seeing the ambiguous smile on Otto’s face, Litt couldn’t help but give him a big dead-fish stare.

“You think I’d believe that nonsense of yours?”

With what Litt knew of Otto, he definitely knew she got the Demon Elixir from Satania, which was why he’d come knocking.

After all, even though Otto never said it outright, Litt was well aware that he was quite interested in Demonization.

“Fine, I know I can’t hide it from you,”

Litt took the blood-red elixir from her pocket and held it out to Otto.

“I was just about to ask you what this thing really is.”