“Senteli is dead. The Pope has personally come to the City of Purification and is searching everywhere for the murderer.”
So that’s how it is…
Aimoer let out a long sigh inwardly.
Sadness spread through her heart like ripples in water.
She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down, then asked.
“What exactly happened? She’s the First Nun. How could she die so easily?”
“The country is also racking its brains over this. It’s more like she’s missing than dead. Right now, the Pope can’t sense her presence through the Holy Relic. We’ve searched over a dozen towns around the City of Purification, but the situation is: no body found alive, no corpse found dead.”
The man scratched his head, looking troubled, and let out a long sigh.
“The biggest problem right now is public opinion. The country wanted to suppress the news, but they simply couldn’t control the spread of rumors. All kinds of gossip are circulating both domestically and abroad. The situation is pretty damn bad.”
“But… if she’s just missing, why say ‘dead’ instead of ‘missing’?”
Aimoer was completely baffled.
It couldn’t be that ridiculous reason like “unknown life or death means dead,” could it?
“Because there’s only one reason for the Holy Relic to fail: the wearer is dead. Over the years, the Church has used this as the basis for judging the life or death of Holy Maiden Candidates. So far, it’s been 100% accurate.”
The man looked around, then squeezed Aimoer aside and spoke in a low voice.
“Moreover, the weirdest thing is that Senteli didn’t go missing during the attack. She went missing after the attack, while cleaning up the battlefield. It doesn’t seem like someone captured her; it’s more like… suicide.”
How is this getting more confusing?
Aimoer felt her brain was about to explode.
She desperately needed a Sherlock Holmes to save her, a useless Watson.
The information she had was too vague, the leads unclear.
It would only stir the matter up even more, making it impossible to reach a valid conclusion.
“I understand.”
She decisively ended the conversation, gently shook her head, and decided to find a quiet place to sort things out on her own.
‘Maybe I should go straight back to the mansion?’
Aimoer nodded.
After analyzing, she could go straight to sleep.
The mansion was undoubtedly the best choice right now.
She ran to the front desk of the guild hall, swiped a large handful of mint candies and stuffed them into her pocket, then walked out of the hall and headed out of the city.
“Let me have a taste of the elves’ candy.”
After leaving Vitaleti, Aimoer tore open the candy wrapper and tossed it into her mouth.
A cool sensation rushed from her tongue straight to her brain, making her tail snap up like an electric shock and quiver, as if all the chaos and fatigue in her mind had gathered at the tip of her tail and been flicked away.
She felt much more refreshed.
“Delicious. I really want to find a dessert shop soon and taste the elves’ delicacies.”
Aimoer stuffed the wrapper back into her pocket.
Just as she was about to tear open another candy, she suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura from behind.
Without any hesitation, she deployed a Holy Shield, spun around quickly, and forcefully absorbed the attack.
“Elemental Arrow?”
Looking at the charred arrow at her feet, Aimoer activated her succubus perception ability and looked around warily.
Four people?
Taking a shot at a human Holy Maiden Candidate within elven territory—if this blew up, it could become a serious diplomatic incident.
It seemed the enemy meant business.
Judging from the earlier attack, they had intended to kill her outright.
They had just underestimated her strength and failed.
Aimoer dared not be overconfident.
She was still outside Vitaleti, with unknown enemy strength.
She decided to call for reinforcements immediately.
So, Aimoer gathered a huge ball of Holy Light in her hand, tossed it upward, and detonated it in the air, spreading the aura of Holy Light in all directions.
With the elves’ perception, they would definitely notice the abnormality.
The rest depended on how long she could hold out.
“Well then, let’s see who’s looking for trouble with me this time.”
Aimoer tugged at her gloves, reached into the void with one hand, and pulled out a golden spear.
Her eyes blazed red as she charged without hesitation at the nearest light point.
“Holy Spear!”
Listening to the wind whistling past her ears, she soon saw the enemy’s true face.
Almost exactly like the group that had attacked her outside the City of Purification—wrapped in black cloth, only their eyes exposed, filled with fanaticism.
The only difference was the long, pointed ears visible, marking them as elves.
Are there heretics here too? Aimoer showed a hint of surprise.
According to historical records, the Demon Gods within the elven territory had all been eradicated long ago.
How could there still be traces of heretic activity?
Thinking this, she swung her spear toward the elven heretic.
The heretic didn’t even dodge; seeing her thrust coming, he charged right into the spear.
Startled, Aimoer quickly released the spear and kicked the heretic brutally away, leaping backward.
Damn it.
These suicidal kamikaze bombers—why does everyone want to scream ‘banzai’ and charge to their deaths?
Aimoer gathered Holy Light in her hand again, forming a new spear.
Leaning against a tree trunk, she took a few deep breaths.
Before she could confirm whether the heretic was alive or dead, the other three heretics in her vision moved quickly, forming a small encirclement and charging toward her position.
What the hell, with so many coming in at once, I’ll die!
The moment she saw the three moving, Aimoer immediately deployed her Holy Shield and charged without hesitation toward one of them.
I have to at least open a breakthrough.
Aimoer gripped her spear, wind gathering at her feet, her heart pounding wildly.
She quickly tore open a pack of mint candies, shoved them into her mouth, then gritted her teeth and applied an F-rank Support Holy Light to herself.
Dragging the spear, she accelerated.
Just as she was about to clash with the heretic, dense points of light suddenly appeared in her vision, rushing toward her.
Huh… huh?
Huh!
Too… too many!
I’ll definitely die!
Seeing the situation turn bad, Aimoer formed several slender Holy Lights in her hand, pointed forward, and the Holy Lights turned into arrows shooting toward the heretic.
Taking this opportunity, she immediately turned and ran in the opposite direction.
But before she could get far, she found the same dense points of light surrounding her from the opposite direction.
So, without turning back, she changed direction again, only to find another group of lights closing in from that direction too.
“Are the heavens trying to kill me?”
Spinning on the spot, Aimoer saw countless approaching lights from all directions, making her scalp tingle.
Her mind went blank, unable to think of a way out.
Even if she used her succubus methods to break the encirclement, she’d probably just end up collecting another embarrassing defeat CG.
With this many, there’s no way she could handle them.
She’d die.
‘What to do? What to do?’
Aimoer held her breath and concentrated.
Finally, gritting her teeth, she decided to become a primitive gibbon and take a different path while the encirclement hadn’t fully closed.
So, she quickly put away her Holy Spear, climbed up the tree without any regard for dignity, crouched on a branch, and hid among the dense leaves, not daring to breathe.
Watching the encirclement grow tighter, she covered her mouth tightly until—
They reached the tree where she was hiding.