“Aer——!”
Aimoer was still daydreaming when a blue figure rushed over.
She quickly put away the pendant and watched her run all the way to sit beside her.
Senteli.
The most outstanding prodigy nun of the new generation of the Human Race.
Although the final assessment results haven’t been announced yet, almost everyone has already assumed she would take first place.
She was also Aimoer’s most loyal little tail.
Whenever she had the chance, she would stick to her.
“How did you run so fast? I’ve been looking for you for so long!”
Senteli panted, handing over a small paper bag.
“Look, caramel pudding!”
Senteli took out the pudding bowl, scooped a small piece, and brought the spoon to her lips.
“Come on, try it. Who knows, you might not get to eat it again!”
Aimoer looked at that innocent face, a thought rising in her mind:
‘If this girl knew——’
‘The person she clings to every day is a demon.
A spy sent to steal Holy Magic.
Her enemy.’
‘Would she still feed her pudding like this?’
“Come on, open wide—let me feed you!”
“No, eat it yourself.”
“Just one bite!”
“No.”
Senteli stubbornly pressed closer, nearly plastering herself against Aimoer.
What a clingy person.
Aimoer tucked the silver cross symbolizing her nun identity into her pocket, snatched the spoon, and pushed Senteli down into a chair.
“Wah—Ai… Aer…”
Senteli shrank under the chair, her face turning bright red.
Aimoer leaned down, her crimson eyes reflecting that flustered face.
A corner of her mouth curled up.
That arc was exactly the same smile she gave believers.
But Senteli suddenly froze.
She stared at those eyes, as if fixed by something.
“Aer…”
Her voice trailed off.
Aimoer blinked.
That dazed look reminded her of the friends who died in the apocalypse.
Her eyes dimmed a little.
Then she let go, smiled, and stuffed the pudding into her mouth.
“Just kidding.”
Senteli chewed the pudding mechanically, her face still red.
Aimoer didn’t mind.
She stood up, straightened her clothes, and maintained some distance from Senteli.
This girl’s holy light aura was terrifyingly strong.
Whenever she got close, Aimoer felt an intense burning sensation.
Aimoer always tried to keep her distance, but this girl would stubbornly cling to her.
Every time she saw her, Aimoer felt a helpless despair, and even her tail would become listless.
“Oh, right, right, Aer, I heard that your favorite dessert shop has a new release. Since today is free, can we…”
“No.”
Aimoer refused decisively before she could finish.
She did like that dessert shop, but only when she went alone.
Go with this girl?
Wasn’t that asking for trouble?
Aimoer stood up and waved at her.
“I’m a bit tired. I’ll head back first.”
She just wanted to get far away now.
If she started acting cute again, Aimoer might not have the courage to refuse.
Some beauties are born unconquerable.
Aimoer didn’t wait for Senteli to react and fled.
By the small river outside Glory City, Aimoer sat barefoot on a stone by the bank.
She had wandered aimlessly around the city, but ended up nowhere.
Even her favorite dessert had lost its appeal.
Before she knew it, she had walked outside the city.
No burning holy light, no nagging believers, only herself.
“Sigh, I shouldn’t have agreed to be a spy.”
Aimoer dipped her feet into the river.
The cool touch made her shiver, and her drooping tail tip curled up.
She picked up a stone by her feet and tossed it into the river.
A hint of confusion grew in her hollow eyes.
“Three days left until graduation. Where can I go then?”
Aimoer let out another long sigh.
[Aimoer…]
“Might as well change my appearance and join a Hero Squad.”
She pinched the newly healed wound on her hand.
She vaguely heard someone calling her.
Maybe it was a hallucination.
Thinking that, she picked up another stone and threw it into the river.
[Aimoer… Aimoer…]
“Maybe if I keep this up, I’ll make a name for myself. If not, I can always go back to my old job. That’s still better than being a spy.”
Aimoer still ignored the voice.
“Aimoer!”
“What the hell, why are you shouting so loud?”
The voice grew louder, until it felt like someone had stuffed lightning magic into her ears.
It hurt badly.
Already irritated, she picked up a huge stone, ready to teach that noisy person a lesson.
But as soon as she stood up, Aimoer felt the world spin, as if her soul was being pulled out.
Then darkness fell, and she collapsed weakly to her knees.
‘Have I become this weak?’
Aimoer thought sadly.
Just a few years ago, she was a strong, healthy succubus.
She shook her head, and after a moment, she could finally see clearly.
In a dark, gloomy hall, candle flames flickered.
The river, stones, and forest from before had all disappeared.
All that remained was this empty hall, and the high, dark golden throne at the front.
“What’s going on?”
Aimoer immediately assumed a fighting stance and looked around cautiously.
‘Is it Naya?’
Aimoer thought uneasily, moving step by step until she finally saw the throne clearly.
On it was a brown orb of light.
“What is this thing?”
Aimoer muttered, carefully approaching.
Then she reached out and poked the orb.
‘Is it the embryo of some giant monster?
Or some ancient divine weapon treasure?’
‘Could it be that my fortune had finally come?’
“Hmmm—have you poked enough? If you keep it up, I’ll bite you.”
“Oh crap, it can talk.”
“Are you really that dumb, or faking it? Can’t you recognize my voice?”
The orb bobbed up and down in dissatisfaction.
Then it blurred, and the image of a young girl appeared.
She was petite, with brown hair flowing loose, giving off a pleasant wheat-like scent.
Her face wore a bright smile, yet she had a dignity completely different from her appearance.
More than a Demon King, she looked like a country girl from some small village.
Aimoer blinked, then tried to match the orb’s voice with people in her memory.
Finally, she came to a name she least wanted to see.
“Ou—luo—la.”
The Fourth Demon King, Ouluola.
She was the first little wing Aimoer met after crossing into this world.
At the time, she thought it was a starting point, but looking back now, that was the peak.
Six years ago, this very person had personally thrown her into the nunnery, saying things like “Baby, you’re the best,” “Baby, I’ll welcome you back with a big feast,” “Baby, you’ll definitely make it,” and other such nonsense to fool her into being a spy.
If she hadn’t fallen for that, how could she have ended up so miserable?
“It’s been six years. Did you miss me?”
“Miss my ass. Six years, and you really had the heart to do this. Anyone would think I’ve been abandoned by the Demon Race…”
Aimoer glared at her with dissatisfaction, her overflowing resentment making her look like a vengeful ghost from hell.
“So, where is this? And what’s going on now?”