Litt, also known as Letia.
Hearing that answer, she couldn’t quite hide the expression on her face for a moment.
To be honest, she really wanted to punch Red right in the face.
But there was no choice—after all, she was now a considerate White Priestess.
So, she took a deep breath and tried her best to calm her emotions.
“No, no, what I mean is, normally, the only girls who’d feel comfortable entrusting their intimate clothes to a guy would be those who have feelings for you, right?”
“Feelings for me…”
Red sighed in disbelief, “Come on, that’s pretty unlikely.”
“Why not? From what you just said, that priest named Letia should be pretty cute, right?”
“She is cute, but the problem is her personality and her figure…”
Red recalled his interactions with Letia and finally covered his face, unable to look any further.
“To be honest, Brian’s pectoral muscles are bigger than hers…”
“Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!!”
Litt almost lost her breath.
To be honest, in her previous life as a man, Litt didn’t care at all about her own figure.
Really, she didn’t care.
Even though the young loli mage Jessica in the team was better developed than her, Litt truly didn’t mind.
Besides, if those things got too big, moving around wouldn’t be convenient.
Moreover, as a priest, her healing capacity had nothing to do with those things.
So she really didn’t care at all.
Really.
“You shouldn’t judge a girl’s figure like that.”
“Ah, sorry.”
Red realized his words had been a bit abrupt just now.
Maybe it had dragged Letia into some awkward position, making Red still stuck in that weird state when interacting with other girls.
“It’s okay,”
Litt smiled and continued, “By the way, Mr. Red, it’s getting late. If you don’t mind, why not come to my place for dinner before you leave? I happened to buy some ingredients.”
“Th-Thank you, but that’s a bit embarrassing.”
Red was a bit surprised by Litt’s invitation.
“You don’t have to be so polite with me. The Lord once said, we should spread Blessings and Light to everyone.”
Litt made a praying gesture, looking very serious.
Of course, if they didn’t spend more time together, how else could she raise her favorability?
Whether she could survive or not depended entirely on this one skin.
Just thinking about her scripted fate—being eaten alive by Monsters—filled Litt with fear.
She didn’t want to die.
For the sake of survival, she would do anything.
Seeing Litt so earnest, Red could only scratch his head.
“Since it’s Litt’s invitation, I guess I have no choice but to accept.”
“I told you not to be polite. Let’s go.”
Litt led Red out of the alley.
The police searching outside had disappeared without a trace.
Yet Red still felt a pair of eyes staring at him.
When he looked back, he found no one watching him.
Instead, many were gazing at Litt.
This White Priestess was truly radiant, just as he had described before.
She was like a warm, heart-soothing sun.
In the shadows, Bethany hastily withdrew her gaze.
There was no denying it—Red’s intuition was frighteningly sharp.
If she hadn’t reacted quickly, he might have really noticed her.
No one had cooked lunch today…
Even though Liz had taken her and Jessica out to a restaurant, the food didn’t feel satisfying.
Compared to Red, those restaurant dishes were utterly tasteless—just a chaotic stew barely edible with bread.
Like chewing wax.
Although Bethany always thought Red was an incompetent Forward.
Even if a Creation Mage could substitute in that role, they lacked the ability to attract aggro, so no profession was better than the Forward position.
But there was no denying Red’s strong logistical management skills.
Not only did he maintain gear and weapons well, but his cooking skills were also excellent.
When he first joined the team, his cooking was a mess, but after hard practice, his skills became amazing.
Rumor had it that he had learned a few tricks from someone, but no matter who taught him, Red’s culinary skills were undeniable now.
The fact that their group’s taste buds had become so picky was also true.
Even though Liz often said adventuring wasn’t for pleasure, it was clear from her actions that she was conflicted about whether to find a better cook.
She had even gone to the best restaurant in Dawnbreak Town earlier.
But after eating, she realized… it was just okay.
The members of Dawn’s Edge left the meal unhappy and decided to take a walk, only to find Red was followed by a strange White Priestess.
Who was this woman?
Watching the Sister’s fake smile and Red trailing behind, Bethany couldn’t help but want to curse.
“Men… those eyes might as well be trying to peek under someone’s clothes.”
Though she muttered curses, Bethany still hadn’t figured out one thing:
Where exactly did this White Priestess come from?
There had never been such a person in Dawnbreak Town before.
Bethany considered a possibility.
“Could she be from the White Church Delegation? Why would the White Church be after Red?”
She stroked her chin, pondering deeply.
Elsewhere, Litt brought Red to her home.
This was truly her home, not anywhere else.
And this house, she hadn’t told anyone about—not even the members of Dawn’s Edge.
Having been in this world for so long and struggling in the dungeons, she had spent almost all her money on this house.
That was also why she was so broke.
“This is my home. Find a place to sit, I’ll cook.”
“Thank you for the trouble.”
Red sat on the sofa and glanced around the living room.
He found the house exceptionally clean—so clean it looked like no one had ever lived there.
And the place seemed rather lifeless…
In other words, he felt Litt rarely came here.
Looking up at the kitchen, Litt was already wearing an apron and had tied her hair into a neat double ponytail.
Judging by how she washed and cut the vegetables, she definitely wasn’t someone who kept her hands clean of work.
“Miss Litt, let me help out.”
Red felt useless just sitting here.
Also, as the one in charge of Dawn’s Edge’s kitchen, seeing someone busy cooking gave him an itch to join in.
“No need…”
Litt was about to refuse, but Red had already come beside her.
“As a guest, I can’t just sit idle.”
“Sitting idle is no good either. Let me help—you know, I’m pretty confident in my cooking skills.”
Fortunately, the kitchen was spacious enough for both to stand comfortably, so Litt didn’t plan to push him away.
More importantly…
Even though she was playing the role of the pure white moonlight, her true nature was still… lazy.
Having someone help did make things easier.
“By the way, Red, you don’t seem to have a job right now, do you? What are your plans?”