Aimoer grabbed her spear and ran out of the forest.
She didn’t dare slow down even a little.
The wind whistled beneath her feet, piercing her eardrums.
She sprinted out of the forest, licked her dry lips, and her eyes blazed with red light.
From a distance, she saw a dark figure weaving through the trees, charging straight at Senteli.
“Watch out!”
Aimoer shouted, seeing the shadow speeding up.
She raised her spear, flooded its tip with Holy Light, then spun and hurled it at the figure.
But unexpectedly, the head of the Silver Spear flew off just then, leaving only the shaft to trace a graceful arc through the air and fly straight at the shadow.
“Damn it!”
She’d actually picked up a broken spear at a time like this.
Disarmed, Aimoer had no choice but to grit her teeth and press a large mass of Holy Light into herself to restore stamina.
Then she kicked up another Silver Spear at her feet and charged at the shadow again.
Senteli, who had collapsed on the ground, had already raised a large Holy Shield.
As the First Nun of the Human Race, she analyzed the situation in an instant.
She clutched the cross at her chest and shot a dark golden light from her fingertip toward Aimoer.
When Senteli’s Holy Light entered Aimoer’s body, an immense burning sensation exploded in her chest.
But for some reason, the burning was soon replaced by a gentle warmth.
Aimoer felt the world suddenly slow down, and her fatigue vanished in that moment.
Even the spear in her hand felt more comfortable.
‘So this is the First Nun’s support power?’
Aimoer marveled sincerely, then smiled confidently.
Dragging her spear, she charged at the shadow, barely catching up just as it was about to reach Senteli.
Aimoer raised her spear and stabbed at the shadow.
Immediately, a golden light flickered over her body—Senteli had cast a Holy Shield on her.
The dark figure was wrapped in a black robe, revealing only a pair of fervent yet hollow eyes.
He raised a broad-blade knife and blocked with force, managing to slice Aimoer’s spear in two.
‘Another broken spear!’
Aimoer had already cursed all the Human Race weapon smiths in her heart.
She was about to retreat and dodge when she suddenly caught a strong smell of gunpowder.
Oh no, it’s a suicide bomber.
As soon as Aimoer realized this, the shadow burst into mad laughter and charged recklessly at her.
Seeing him charging menacingly, Aimoer panicked for a moment.
Right now, aside from the Holy Shield, she had almost no way to defend against such a close-range attack.
She conjured Holy Light in her hand and shot it at the man, but it couldn’t stop his advance—instead, it only intensified the fanaticism in his eyes, determined to take Aimoer down with him.
Aimoer felt her blood boil and her heart race faster and faster.
‘What should I do? If this blast kills me outright, that’s fine. But if it doesn’t, and I get treated, they’ll take off my clothes, and my identity as a Succubus will be completely exposed.’
Aimoer’s mind raced.
Just then, a blue figure rushed out from behind her and slammed straight into the shadow—?
Before Aimoer could react, a deafening explosion rang in her ears.
Accompanied by a terrifying shockwave, it sent her flying several meters.
‘I’m screwed.’
That thought flashed through Aimoer’s mind.
As soon as the explosion ended, she scrambled up and rushed toward the center.
‘No no no no, why did that silly girl charge in? She can’t be completely obliterated, right?’
Aimoer waved her hand to clear the smoke and finally found Senteli at the center of the explosion, covered in blood.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.”
Aimoer approached trembling.
The blood and chunks on the ground made her swallow hard.
She forcibly suppressed the restless bloodlust within her and carefully, nervously knelt beside Senteli.
‘I can’t be expected to piece her back together myself, can I?’
Aimoer quickly checked Senteli’s body.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t seriously injured.
Most of the blood on her wasn’t her own.
It seemed she was just unconscious from the massive impact.
“This one… she’s actually this tough?”
Aimoer felt she had still underestimated the First Nun of the Human Race.
Senteli might not have direct combat ability, but her support and defense capabilities were definitely extraordinary.
Aimoer scratched her head, then slowly channeled healing Holy Light into Senteli.
She gently lifted her, and a burning sensation gradually spread in her arms.
Aimoer gritted her teeth, cast a Holy Shield on herself, and headed toward the City of Purification.
‘I don’t know if she has internal injuries. For now, I can only walk slowly.’
“What a troublesome one.”
Aimoer’s hands trembled slightly.
She felt as if she were holding a huge ball of fire.
Her fair skin was oozing blood, staining a large patch on her chest.
Six years ago, when they first met, she had saved her like this.
Now six years later, after graduation, who would have thought she’d still have to save her like this?
“If it weren’t for building my harem, I would have thrown you on the ground long ago.”
Aimoer kept up her tough talk as she pulled Senteli closer, dragging a trail of blood behind her as she walked step by step.
For Aimoer, this was pure torture.
If she had known this would happen, she should have just had a full set of Holy Light-resistant soft armor custom-made.
She didn’t know how long she walked, but Aimoer finally saw the gates of the City of Purification.
She forced a smile, quickened her pace, and stopped before the long entry queue.
“Hold on, what are you doing?”
As soon as she reached the city walls, a patrolling guard approached and warily eyed Aimoer, covered in blood, and Senteli in her arms.
“Idiot, hurry up and save her. The Church’s party was attacked.”
Aimoer freed one hand to take off the bloodstained Pure White Cross hanging from her chest and shook it in front of the guard.
Recognizing it as a token of the Sacred Heritage, the guard immediately ran back to report, soon returning with a medical team.
Aimoer waited for them to unfold the stretcher, trembling as she carefully laid Senteli on it.
Then she smoothed her hair and put on a natural smile.
“I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Her voice was a little shaky.
Right now, she just wanted to find a place to hide and cry like a baby.
After all… after all… it hurt so much!
“Are you sure you’re okay? Don’t you need us to treat you?”
“No, no. I can handle it myself. This is the enemy’s blood. I’m fine.”
Aimoer waved her hands repeatedly, then blinked, using a bit of charm magic to convince him.
Before he could reply, she dashed off.
She ran and ran, and before she knew it, she arrived at a large lakeside.
“I’ve run all the way here.”
Aimoer found a rock and sat down, letting out a deep sigh.
The fight just now was dangerous, but it was pretty thrilling.
This intoxicating scent of blood and death hadn’t appeared in her life for a long time.
It’s just that her luck was really bad.
Every time she fought, she ended up picking a damaged weapon, causing a whole lot of trouble.
When she picked it up and checked, it was fine.
Well, she couldn’t rule out that she might have used too much force.
But then, how could an elegant Saintess admit that she broke it by using too much force?
It was clearly bad luck.
The ending was a bit anticlimactic, and also…
“It hurts so much…”
Aimoer pouted and touched the large bloodstain on her chest.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
Just as she was about to let it out and sob freely, a rustling sound came from behind her.
‘Who’s there!’
Aimoer’s tail suddenly snapped straight.
She lowered her body and warily scanned the dense forest.
Was it those people from before, or someone else…