Chapter 234: It Turns Out I’m a Member of the White Sect

What kind of basket-case Holy Maiden is this?!

Letia really wanted to pull Otto out of the Recording Crystal right now and give him two hard slaps.

She treated him like the Bishop, but he treated her like a Pal?

The massive White Church was being left for her, a person from the Holy Church, to manage.

Was Otto out of his mind?

And for her, there was an even more serious problem.

If she became the Holy Maiden of the White Church now, how could she explain it to Red later?

It wouldn’t feel right no matter what.

Just thinking about it made her head feel twice its size.

To Red, wouldn’t this situation be like finding out the person who killed his wife was actually his best friend’s father?

Although Otto wasn’t her father, it would still be a problem how Red viewed her.

Thus, Letia naturally didn’t say another word and rejected Otto’s request on the spot.

But just as she turned around and was about to open the door, Otto’s voice suddenly spoke in a playful tone.

“There is no need to leave in such a hurry.”

“Think about your debts.”

“Think about that mortgage you haven’t finished paying off.”

“And… think about Red.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Letia instinctively countered.

“I’m refusing this brainless request of yours precisely because I thought of Red!”

But right after saying it, Letia remembered that what was in front of her was just a Recording Crystal, not Otto himself.

‘Forget it. I can’t be bothered to argue with you. Either way, it’s impossible for me to take over this mess of the White Church. If you’re so capable, come back and work overtime yourself.’

After muttering to herself, Letia pushed open the door to leave.

However, the moment she stepped out, she came face-to-face with the Priest, who was currently standing by the entrance.

Catching sight of someone right in front of her, Letia’s heart skipped a beat.

To her surprise, the Priest didn’t fly into a rage upon seeing her intruding into the study.

Instead, he wore a very subtle expression.

“Lady Holy Maiden…”

The moment he spoke, Letia felt her skin crawl.

“No, no, no. I am not your Holy Maiden.”

To escape this godforsaken job, Letia even pulled out her identification from the Holy Church.

“Actually, I’m from the Holy Church’s Holy Tribunal. You’ve got the wrong person.”

However, the Priest’s expression remained unexpectedly calm as he gave a faint nod.

“Bishop Otto… told us about this.”

“And you still want me to be the Holy Maiden of the White Church? Given my identity, that should be impossible, right?”

Letia curled her lip, but the Priest took an identification card out of his pocket.

“The Bishop said to give this to you. Lady Holy Maiden, this is your White Church identification. It was actually registered before you entered the Holy Church. In other words… you were a member of the White Church from the very beginning. Your identity in the Holy Church was just a cover.”

“Hiss…”

Letia took the card and looked closely.

The information on it was indeed hers, without a single error.

And the registration time was…

When she was 5 years old?

Looking at her slightly tender, baby-faced photo, Letia’s eyes widened.

“This thing hasn’t expired yet?”

“It has a twenty-year validity period.”

Well, then.

Letia threw her hands up, completely turning into a “salted fish” devoid of spirit.

Earlier, she had been worrying about how entering the White Church would affect Red.

Now, it turned out she had been a member of the White Church from the start?!

‘Otto, you son of a gun! Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t scheme against me?!’

Looking at the ID, Letia clutched her head in pain.

She suddenly felt like this was a Hongmen Banquet.

Just by coming here, she had already fallen into Otto’s trap.

“Can I refuse?”

“You can,” the Priest said indifferently.

“But we will still announce you as the Holy Maiden to the public.”

“Hiss—”

Letia took a deep breath, calming her urge to curse in the street.

Because of the commotion here, many White Church followers had gathered around.

After experiencing such massive turmoil, the White Church’s influence in Nightbright Town had been heavily affected.

Otto’s departure without a word, combined with Litt’s death, had become a lingering haze over their heads.

They desperately needed a new leader — whether a Holy Maiden or a Bishop.

At this moment, Letia stood at the door of the study, bathed in the gazes of the followers — a mixture of supplication, dependence, and testing.

Her eyes swept over the faces that were all too familiar to her — many of whom were faces she had treated gently or even helped during her time as “Litt.”

The last trace of struggle deep in her heart turned into a heavy, helpless sigh.

The die was cast.

Otto hadn’t given her a choice this time.

But she really couldn’t understand — why did she have to be the Holy Maiden?

Thinking about the extra work that had appeared out of nowhere, Letia’s head truly felt twice its size.

“Sigh… fine. Otto must have had a deep meaning for doing this. I’ll accept this identity.”

Halfway through, Letia suddenly thought of something and asked the Priest, “Is there a salary?”

“No,” the Priest stammered, then lowered his head slightly.

“However, you can mobilize most of the White Church’s financial income.”

“Darn.”

Letia’s lips twitched.

She wasn’t the type to embezzle public funds.

So, in the end, she was essentially a local loser with a zero salary.

But thinking about it, it made sense.

After all, which Owner would pay themselves a salary?

They all just gave themselves a symbolic amount; the Big Head was in the shares.

As she officially accepted the title of “Holy Maiden,” the onlookers seemed to have found their pillar of support.

Their unease settled slightly.

With a mix of reverence and expectation, they began to disperse one by one.

Inside the study, Letia was alone once again.

She walked back to the desk, her gaze falling with complexity onto the exquisite Gift Box.

She reached out and took the green-and-white Saint’s Robe from it.

Looking at the set of green-and-white robes, Letia draped them over herself and looked in the mirror.

A Holy Maiden dressed in a magnificent holy robe appeared before her.

The robe was tailored perfectly, outlining her slender and petite figure.

The green and white color scheme was unexpectedly harmonious on her.

It didn’t give off an inviolable sense of divinity, but rather an extremely gentle feeling of approachability.

If these robes were worn by Litt, they might have produced a “one plus one is greater than two” effect.

But Letia looked at her own dead fish eyes in the mirror.

They were completely out of place.

“I really don’t know what that guy Otto was thinking.”

Folding the clothes and putting them back in the box, Letia carried it with her and sighed.

“Asking me to be the Holy Maiden… how is that any different from asking Lü Bu to wear women’s clothes and be a model at a car show?”