Chapter 3: Almost Caught Fire

“This is a soul space that belongs only to the two of us. Hehe, I studied for a long, long time before I learned it.”

Aurora put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, looking like she wanted praise.

“Unfortunately, I can only contact you one-way for now. This spell is still too difficult.”

Emer’s eyes flashed with surprise.

Soul contract… if she remembered correctly, it was one of the spells created by the former twin sister demon kings, Sula and Mera.

It could only be used smoothly when two people were deeply connected and both had a certain amount of magical talent.

“So this is why you never contacted me even once in six years?”

But Emer wasn’t going to let her off that easily.

“Hey, don’t be so upset. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Aurora’s image reached out and patted her head, then spoke in a tone that brooked no argument.

“Be good, listen. No throwing a tantrum. This image can only last a short time, so I’ll make it brief.”

Emer’s face grew even more resentful.

She folded her arms in displeasure, grinding her teeth in frustration.

So she had waited six years, not only without any reward, but now she had to continue working for free?

She took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down first.

“Fine, just tell me straight. What else needs to be done? Get it over with quickly so I can go home. I won’t believe your lies anymore.”

Emer naturally wasn’t going to let Aurora off so easily.

When the day of complete freedom came, she would definitely lock Aurora up and settle all the scores from these six years.

Aurora swayed gently on her throne with a smile, then pulled out a piece of parchment from underneath it.

“Here, keep this safe.”

Aurora straightened up and quickly returned to her usual dignified yet gentle demon king image.

“This is the incantation to unseal the demon god’s seal in the west of the demon nation. It’s one of the few materials Sula left behind before she left. It’s very close to the human City of Purification in the northwest border. Originally, I planned to go with you after you graduated, but plans couldn’t keep up with changes. There are still many troublesome matters within the demon nation that I need to handle, so for now, I’ll have to trouble you to use human power to take care of this.”

Emer carefully examined the parchment, then folded it neatly and tucked it into her pocket.

“Anything else?”

“That’s it.”

Emer nodded obediently, then suddenly remembered the strange note she had.

She took it out and handed it to Aurora.

“By the way, did you give me this?”

“Uh, what’s this?”

Unexpectedly, Aurora showed a surprised and puzzled expression.

She frowned, stroked the pendant, and murmured the contents of the note.

“It’s not from the demon race?”

“Absolutely not. This is the first time I’ve heard of it. But I can help you look into it.”

Emer scratched her head, took the item back from Aurora, and put it away.

It seemed things were more complicated than she had thought.

Or maybe it was just a prank?

Or some unknown small cult’s propaganda?

Emer considered various possibilities in her mind.

“Alright, none of that matters now.”

Aurora floated past Emer’s eyes and pulled out a small purple pouch from behind the throne.

“Ta-da! A gift for you.”

Emer froze for a moment.

Seeing this familiar purple pouch, her eyes suddenly grew a little moist.

She didn’t need to guess to know that inside were small desserts Aurora had made herself.

Back when she wasn’t yet an undercover agent, Aurora often made them for her.

“Today it’s rice pudding. Made with new rice. Try it.”

Emer opened the pouch with a nostalgic look.

Inside was a wooden pudding bowl filled with a large piece of tender white pudding.

She took a bite.

The milky flavor was strong, sweet, and just as always.

“Delicious.”

“Hehe, I’m glad you like it. Once we’ve cleared out all the demon gods, I’ll make it for you every day.”

Emer quickly finished the whole bowl, and the gloom in her heart dissipated quite a bit.

But then, a strange touch suddenly came from her shoulder.

Emer initially thought it was Aurora, but when she turned around, she saw Aurora sitting obediently on the throne, gently swaying.

“What’s wrong?”

Aurora gave her a concerned look.

Emer shuddered all over, her tail bristling straight up.

She looked around but couldn’t find the source of the touch.

Aurora looked at her spinning in place with confusion, then pulled out a crystal ball from somewhere, and her tone suddenly turned serious.

“Oh dear, darling, it seems you’re in trouble.”

“What’s going on?”

Aurora silently opened an external projection.

The image showed a group of ill-intentioned people gathered around Emer’s physical body, with one bold fellow even reaching out to touch it.

Emer felt a chill of disgust.

She looked up at Aurora, anger in her eyes.

“Let me out now.”

Aurora just threw her a heavy cloth pouch, then waved her hand.

With a dizzying sensation, Emer’s consciousness finally returned to the real world.

“Keep it up, darling.”

Only Aurora’s bell-like laughter echoed in her ears.

“Whoa, is she awake?”

“Looks like it. She’s really awake.”

A cacophony of voices followed.

Emer was already fuming, and now that some blind punching bags had offered themselves up, she certainly wasn’t going to be polite.

“Sister Nun, you wouldn’t want to…”

“I want your grandfather!”

Emer’s eyes flashed with malice.

She grabbed a stone from beside her and smashed it straight into that person’s head, sending him crashing to the ground with blood streaming down his face.

The people around clearly hadn’t expected such a violent nun.

Fear crept in, and they all waved their hands and backed away.

Emer licked the blood off her fingertips.

The sweet scent fully awakened the bloodthirsty nature deep in her bones.

Her crimson eyes blazed with red light.

She raised her right hand and grabbed.

“Holy Spear!”

The holy light in her hand coalesced into a golden spear.

A burning sensation spread through her palm like fire, but Emer just smiled.

Her anger had already overwhelmed that small bit of pain.

She was about to charge forward and cut down these punching bags when she suddenly heard…

“El!”

Damn! That woman!

The holy light in Emer’s hand instantly dissipated.

Her years of experience in crisis management from her past life allowed her to quickly formulate a response.

So, she pretended to be weak, collapsed to the ground, trembling.

She held the bloodstained stone in her hand and even squeezed out a few tears convincingly, sniffing her nose.

“Don’t… don’t come near me!”

Those punching bags were dumbfounded.

Just a second ago, she looked like a demon ready to devour people, and now she had turned into this frail, delicate creature.

“Wah, El! What’s wrong?”

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the grass, and then a little blue-haired nun emerged from it.

“What happened? How did this happen?”

Sentori approached Emer with concern, then looked at the punching bags still standing there dumbfounded.

“Did you… bully El?”

“No, I didn’t! Don’t make false accusations! She’s the one who bullied us!”

Emer watched the panic-stricken punching bags, laughing inside.

She pretended to cry a little more, then gently pushed Sentori away from her.

If she got any closer, she might actually start crying.

Too hot.

Emer wanted to put on a show a bit longer, but soon an intense burning sensation exploded over her body, as if she were being subjected to the church’s fire punishment.

“Waaaah!”

This time, she really cried from pain.

She looked at Sentori with a resentful expression.

This silly girl was pressing holy light onto her waist, apparently worried that the treatment wasn’t enough, using the maximum setting.

Holy light was pouring into her without restraint.

I’m… going to catch fire.

Emer quickly realized the danger.

She reached out and cut off Sentori’s spell, looking at her with deep resentment.

“I… I’m fine.”

Sentori still looked concerned, a large clump of holy light in her hand, which made Emer flinch.

To show that she was fine, Emer quickly patted herself and stood up.

She used holy light to tie up those punching bags and gave them a few hard kicks.

She held her waist, her face full of discontent, and looked at Sentori unhappily.

“El, are you really okay?”

“I’m really fine. Really.”

Emer just wanted to run away now.

Sentori still had that concerned look, then sighed.

“Alright. By the way, El, the bishop wants to see you.”

“Ha?”