The journey from outside the city to the cathedral took only ten minutes, during which Aimoer had already thought of countless feasible crisis PR plans in her mind.
And now, Senteli had led her to the door of the Bishop’s office.
The door she gently pushed open struck Aimoer’s heart like a heavy hammer, causing her heart to race.
She walked calmly into the office, then softly locked the door amid Senteli’s astonished gaze.
‘What’s there to panic about? In my past life, I’ve seen plenty of big scenes. What can a mere Bishop do to me?’
Aimoer surveyed the room.
The decor was elegant and tidy.
On the table stood a small white statue of the Goddess, a fairly typical clerical office space.
Except…
“Where’s the Bishop?”
Aimoer looked around curiously, but couldn’t find the Bishop.
knock knock knock knock
The door was suddenly tapped softly.
Aimoer opened it in confusion, and Senteli’s anxious face immediately came into view.
“El, you’ll lock the Bishop out like this.”
Aimoer finally realized—so the old Bishop hadn’t arrived yet.
She pinched her fingers awkwardly.
Just as she was about to touch her head, she jerked back as if shocked, then put on a very bright smile.
“Oh dear, I was so nervous I didn’t notice. Thanks for the reminder.”
Aimoer silently cursed a few times in her heart.
‘Making such a mistake because of nerves—that’s so unlike me.’
That said, Aimoer still put on an elegant and composed appearance, sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed to rest.
Of course, this was all just a facade.
In reality, she was scared to death, and her palms were red from being pressed hard.
‘Still, my current self is too weak, all abilities too ordinary, making it hard for me to muster the confidence I once had to face everything.’
‘If I mess this up, I could die.’
‘I haven’t even built my harem yet, haven’t achieved great deeds and gone down in history—how can I die like this?’
Aimoer waited nervously like this until she heard a light footstep.
Then she forced herself to open her eyes casually, sat up smiling, and watched the red-robed Bishop with blonde hair and blue eyes walk over and sit down in front of her.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”
The Bishop’s voice was old and gentle, sounding especially soothing.
“Mm, it wasn’t too long. Is there something you wanted to see me about?”
Aimoer waved her hand dismissively, not wanting to exchange pleasantries, and asked directly.
She had already prepared for the worst case of being exposed, but still hoped such a troublesome situation wouldn’t occur.
“It’s nothing much. I just wanted to ask if you have any plans after graduation.”
‘Just this trivial matter?’
Aimoer complained inwardly.
‘I was ready to cut off my own hand to survive, and it’s just this?’
‘Or maybe I’m just too good at pretending. These incredibly stupid humans didn’t notice a thing.’
“No particular plans. I’ll go with the flow. If I have to say, maybe I’d like to go to the City of Purification.”
The Bishop’s kind expression froze for a moment, then his face suddenly turned serious.
“The City of Purification is no easy place. Can you tell me your reasons?”
Aimoer brushed her hair behind her ear.
She naturally wouldn’t say it was the Demon King’s mission.
Instead, she replied using common crisis PR rhetoric.
“First, the City of Purification is a key human city with a dangerous environment. If I can go there, I think it would be good training for me.”
Aimoer wore the most sincere smile on her face, looked at the small white statue on the table with reverence, and continued.
“Second, my personality isn’t really suited to staying in a church as an ordinary nun. If possible, I hope to use the City of Purification as a starting point to go to other countries and spread the Holy Light of the Goddess to all parts of the world.”
Aimoer’s eyes were filled with fervor, like a true believer on a pilgrimage.
Her sincere demeanor made the Bishop laugh.
But the seriousness on his face didn’t dissipate.
“But the City of Purification is in a special location with a complex situation. Entering and leaving the city requires quite cumbersome procedures. If you want to spread the Holy Light, you don’t necessarily have to go there.”
“That’s precisely why the Goddess’s radiance is needed to purify them. As your disciple, I should be the first to charge ahead, acting as your sharpest blade to overcome difficulties and spread the Holy Light, don’t you think?”
“Haha, you’re still the same as always. In that case, three days later, after the graduation ceremony, you and Senteli will set off for the City of Purification.”
‘It worked after all.’
Aimoer smiled slightly.
She had gained the Bishop’s trust.
‘Back when I first entered the academy, I fooled the Bishop the same way. The situation then was much more dangerous than now. Reusing the same trick, this old guy didn’t suspect a thing.’
Aimoer bowed, made the sign of the cross over her chest, and said devoutly.
“May the Holy Light shine upon the world.”
“May the Holy Light shine upon the world.”
Aimoer gave a slight bow.
After receiving the Bishop’s permission, she turned and left the office.
She looked around but didn’t see Senteli.
It seemed Senteli had already left.
Aimoer breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to the Bishop, Senteli was clearly a bigger threat to her.
That girl appeared and disappeared unpredictably, always catching her off guard with a harsh move.
She was practically her worst nemesis.
“El—”
‘Crap!’
When she turned a corner, Aimoer heard that demonic voice again.
Before she could react, Senteli had wrapped her in a bear hug.
“Uwaaaaaaah!”
“So hot so hot so hot so hot!”
“I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die!”
Aimoer felt like she had lost half her life.
Frantically, she pried Senteli off herself, her eyes glistening with tears, and glared at her with resentment.
Senteli clasped her hands and looked at her with concern.
“Are you okay? Did the Bishop make things difficult for you?”
Aimoer waved her hand to indicate she was fine.
She just wanted to get away from this scalding-hot girl as soon as possible.
Just now, she had nearly died in her arms.
Aimoer cursed under her breath as she distanced herself from Senteli.
‘Weren’t Succubi supposed to be able to seduce any beautiful girl? Weren’t Saintesses all supposed to be soft, fragrant little cuties? Galgames aren’t supposed to be like this. The Succubus script wasn’t written this way.’
“Alright, I’m fine. You go back and rest first. I have other things to take care of. I won’t trouble you anymore.”
After saying this, Aimoer quickly ran away before Senteli could reply.
‘If a hug like that could kill me, no matter how pretty she is, I wouldn’t dare add her to my harem.’
‘I need to figure out a way to remove the Holy Light from her, or I’ll die in her arms sooner or later.’
Aimoer ran out of the cathedral and stopped in the square.
“Next… I’ll go to the library.”
Aimoer touched the Inverted Pentagram Pendant.
It was still lying quietly in her pocket.
Naya—
A mysterious force that even the Demon King didn’t know about.
This meant that Aimoer had likely been matched into some kind of high-stakes game.
For others, this might be a threat.
But Aimoer smiled, unable to suppress a hint of joy in her heart.
‘A chance to turn things around might have appeared.’
Entering the library, Aimoer didn’t pause for a moment and headed straight for the fourth floor.
Her peripheral vision swept past the new book bulletin board on the first floor, the doctrine condensed index on the second, and the Glory Chronicles on the third—these places wouldn’t hide any trace of Naya.
What she needed was forgotten, forbidden, deliberately erased material.
The fourth floor, the ancient texts and forbidden books section, was the only location that matched these three characteristics.
It was also her target.
Since it had a name, it must have left traces somewhere.
And what she needed to do was find it, then turn it into her opportunity.
‘The dream of a comeback, surrounded by beauties, is right here and now.’