Outside the door, the two bishops had already laid down a tight net, not allowing anyone to approach this place.
After all, this was a matter between the Saintess and the Hero, and it absolutely must not be witnessed by outsiders.
Even Fula could only bite her handkerchief, gazing longingly at the house.
“I was the one who came first…” She lowered her head, the handkerchief pulled taut, muttering incessantly under her breath.
“I was the one who taught Anlis about girls’ secrets, who tricked Anli into indirectly influencing Anlis, who stayed with her and guarded her every day, who chased away all the boys who had designs on Anlis…”
“I did so much, and I’m her childhood friend. Why did a sudden outsider appear and easily pluck the fruit that should have been mine?”
“Why is it like this… Anlis’s first should have been me.”
Fula murmured to herself, finally biting her lip and turning away dejectedly.
She did not follow the group to the Village Chief’s house as guests, and the others did not pay attention to her whereabouts.
On the other side, the two archbishops exchanged a glance. A flash of understanding passed through their eyes, and sly, fox-like smiles appeared on their faces.
Heh heh heh.
The Hero is naturally an object that all factions need to win over.
Whether it’s the Empire or the Church, they spare no effort in trying to win over the Hero.
There are many methods to win over a Hero: money, status, power—all are bargaining chips.
But the most stable, the one that most firmly binds them together, is undoubtedly a soulmate.
The Empire has always been the best at this.
If the Hero is male, they send a Princess for a political marriage, letting the Hero indulge in a gentle haven.
If the Hero is female, they dispatch the most gentle, elegant, and outstanding Prince to take her as his Princess Consort.
This way, they can easily bind the Hero to the Empire’s side, and any future offspring can inherit the Hero’s powerful bloodline.
And what about the Holy Order?
All the Holy Order has to offer is the Saintess.
The Holy Order doesn’t have a so-called Saint; the high positions are just a bunch of venerable old men.
If it’s a male Hero, they can still send the Saintess to compete. Although the battlefield of love often turns into a harem, it does count as having a fighting chance.
But what if the Hero is female?
Then they can only stare helplessly.
Those who like mature uncles are ultimately a minority.
Add to that the fact that the Saintess Class hasn’t been divinely ordained for centuries.
It’s truly like walking on thin ice.
Fortunately, ah, fortunately, this generation’s Hero likes girls.
And the Saintess has been born!
And she’s so devastatingly beautiful, an intelligent and pure peerless beauty.
Even more! She holds the first-mover advantage!
In that case, isn’t the Hero leaning towards the Holy Order’s side a foregone conclusion?
It’s a situation where you could pop the champagne at halftime and still win.
“It seems we two have performed a great service this time.”
The two looked at each other again and chuckled.
At this moment, the most important thing for them was to maintain a united front. As for the subsequent distribution of benefits, there was no need to be too concerned.
Without a word, just a single exchanged glance, and they were of one mind.
“We absolutely must not let the Royal Family learn about the Hero’s birth so quickly.”
Vylian was busy for quite a while before she finally managed to calm down this Hero who had turned into a rogue.
Her fingertips were sticky; in the end, she had taken action.
Damn it!
But there was no other way!
If she hadn’t acted, who knows what excessive things Anlis might have done? Once hugged, Vylian had no power to resist. This kind of systemic suppression was really a headache.
If she didn’t do the fingering, she would be the one getting fingered.
The Dark Forest is just that cruel.
No choice, no choice.
To avoid similar incidents in the future, Vylian layered another hundred protections on herself.
As long as this Hero had any thought of getting close, it should be enough to instantly blast her away.
What should she do if Anlis has another episode in the future?
Well, of course, just leave her be~
Or maybe tease her while bouncing her away, driving her crazy with frustration.
The kind that tempts but doesn’t deliver.
A mere Hero, still dreaming of getting some meat? Dream on!
The curse’s influence subsided. It took a while before Anlis woke from her stupor.
Everything that had just happened was still vivid in her mind.
She didn’t dare open her eyes right now, pretending to still be sound asleep.
Why did such a shameful thing happen just now?!
I feel like I can’t face anyone anymore!
It was probably the curse’s influence. Anlis felt that her earlier self had been really wanton, like a second personality.
But then again, isn’t that what the Demon King’s curse is like?
That guy probably enjoyed it too, saying no with her mouth but definitely wanting it deep down, and in the end putting on an act like ‘I don’t want to do this but I have no choice.’
This perverted lesbian loli!
Think about who cast this curse. Think about Vylian’s level.
It’s purely the Demon King liking kink and putting on an act on purpose.
Damn it!
Her curse triggering when she got home was probably part of this Demon King’s plan too, aiming to make her lose face in front of everyone and become unable to hold her head up, while conveniently gaining everyone’s trust.
So sinister and cunning to the extreme!
But what made her most emotional was that all this grievance and anger, she could only keep buried deep in her heart, unable to tell anyone, unable to confide in anyone.
How suicidal would someone have to be to openly expose a max-level Demon King?
Faintly, Anlis felt someone standing beside her.
Her heart tightened violently, her body instantly stiffened. She remained motionless, even lightening her breath.
“You are actually awake, aren’t you, Hero?”
Vylian’s clear, beautiful voice drifted into her ears, carrying a trace of barely perceptible amusement.
Anlis still kept her eyes tightly shut, lying on the bed refusing to move.
Vylian, however, didn’t seem to mind. She simply crouched down on her own, leaning close to Anlis’s ear. “The Hero confessed to me. I’m very happy~”
After saying this, Vylian straightened up and left the room without looking back.
She left behind only a wisp of fragrance, as sweet and clear as a sea of roses, slowly permeating the air.
Anlis was silent for a long while, only daring to open her eyes after confirming Vylian had truly left.
“What? What does she even mean?”
I don’t get it!
The reason I said those things was entirely because of the curse’s influence. Could it be that this Demon King actually took it seriously?
No, that can’t be it.
That’s the Demon King we’re talking about. How could she be like some pure, innocent maiden, moved to heart by a few rambling words?
The Demon King must have some other scheme.
What kind of intention did she have when she said that?
Lost in thought, Anlis subconsciously pulled a ribbon from the bedding. The rose scent on it proclaimed whose it was.
Anlis brought it to her nose for a light sniff, using it to sort out her thoughts.
No matter what Vylian’s goal is, I must maintain the utmost vigilance.
Wait…
What is this ribbon?
Anlis suddenly snapped back to reality, carefully examining the ribbon in her hand.
…It seems to be the ribbon from Vylian’s Nun’s Habit, the one used to tighten the clothes and prevent them from coming loose.
“What? Why is this ribbon in my hand? And why did I just…”
Anlis suddenly raised her head, her pupils shaking.
Pain face.
“My head must have gotten infected with something dirty!”