“After examination, we found no special fluctuations within the Hero’s body. Aside from the curse still present in her abdomen, there are no other abnormalities.”
The two bishops used the power of Holy Light to examine Anlis’s body over a dozen times.
The Hero’s physical condition was naturally of the utmost importance.
Yet, despite exhausting all their methods, they still couldn’t remove that curse and had to give up for now.
Anlis offered no explanation.
She couldn’t very well say she’d washed her hair because she’d just taken out Vylian’s ribbon to secretly smell it and thought her brain had gone bad.
Her gaze toward everyone was evasive, filled with guilt.
Even though no one brought it up much, recalling her shameful and brazen behavior from this afternoon…
She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Why did this happen?
It felt like her entire life was such a mess she might as well start over.
The two archbishops, being experienced and knowledgeable, immediately recognized Anlis’s embarrassment.
“Don’t be flustered, Hero. You’re probably still dwelling on this afternoon’s incident. That’s just human nature. You were affected by the curse; it’s normal for your subconscious to be drawn to a stunningly beautiful young woman like the Saintess. After all, who wouldn’t be moved upon seeing Her Holiness?”
They were poking right at her sore spot.
Thinking about it, her original motive for suppressing her inner turmoil to find Vylian and resolve the issue was essentially her own form of revenge, wanting to achieve the goal of “whoever caused it should fix it.”
But upon closer reflection, from an outsider’s perspective, it looked more like she harbored an unspeakable admiration for Vylian.
After all, when the curse takes effect and ordinary people are overwhelmed by desire, they wouldn’t be picky about their target.
But what about Anlis?
She stubbornly pushed through for several hundred meters, ultimately pinpointing Vylian with precision.
She even clung to Vylian, refusing to let go, calling her “Mommy,” “Mommy” like a child who hadn’t been weaned.
It was unbearable. The more she thought about it, the more mortified she felt. Anlis’s cheeks burned fiercely, and she couldn’t utter a single word.
“By the way, where has the Saintess gone?”
“She… probably went out for a walk.”
“Is that so? You should have followed her. How could you let the Saintess go alone? This is a great opportunity to build your relationship.”
“Ah… this… you two, my daughter… should still like boys.”
Hearing the bishop’s words, Lisina hesitantly tried to interject.
Bolai quickly chimed in, “That’s right. Earlier was an emergency measure due to the circumstances, influenced by the curse. We can’t conclude that my daughter… likes girls, right?”
They were still rather traditional parents.
Although they had experienced this incident, it was only out of necessity.
“You two, as parents, I must say something. What era is this now?”
Archbishop Glen immediately frowned, his tone serious as he refuted.
“Huh?”
Lisina and Bolai were taken aback. Archbishop Meili also stepped forward.
“Indeed, God has always been open and inclusive, recognizing all love in the world. Between two people, as long as there is love, even if it transcends gender, it is a great bond. How can you, based on your own ideas, prevent your child from pursuing her own happiness?”
“But…”
“No buts. You two, the child has grown up. What you should do now is support her quietly.”
It must be said that those in high positions naturally speak with a convincing authority.
Lisina and Bolai barely managed to get a few words in, but the two archbishops gradually swayed them with their arguments.
They actually started to feel that this matter might not be so hard to accept after all.
Fine, they still had a backup child. They could still put effort into raising the younger one.
“You’re right. The child has grown up. We… should indeed respect her opinion.”
“Um, I… I think my orientation should be normal, right?”
Anlis couldn’t hold back any longer and weakly raised her hand to voice her objection.
She felt if she didn’t say something, this “Anlis likes Vylian” thing might really be cemented as fact by them.
Joking aside, never mind that Vylian was just a loli, she was the genuine Demon King.
Glen and Meili gasped, exchanged a glance, their brows slightly furrowed in mutual understanding.
Their tone softened, carrying a hint of persuasion. “Is that truly the case, Hero? Please don’t deny your true feelings because of pride.”
“Yes, please calm your mind and recognize what’s truly in your heart.”
To achieve their goal, the two bishops continued to guide her, but didn’t push too hard.
After all, being too forceful could cause a backlash.
The Saintess would be accompanying the Hero in the future anyway, so there was no need to rush.
“You should think it over carefully first.” Archbishop Glen changed the subject, his expression regaining some seriousness.
“More importantly, before we leave, there’s one more matter we need to confirm.”
“Hmm?”
“Regarding your identity as the Hero, we need to verify it. Although the Job Stone can test your class, we still hope you can appropriately demonstrate your abilities.”
“Of course, with the Saintess’s testimony, we naturally believe you are the Hero. But procedures must be followed.”
Meili echoed and pointed a finger at herself: “You can see my level, class, and abilities, correct?”
Anlis promptly pulled up the Status Panel. Archbishop Meili’s information clearly appeared before Anlis’s eyes.
[Meili Mugath Saint]
[Level: 412]
[Class: Holy Robe Archbishop]
[Heaven’s Favor: You are a devout believer of God, blessed by the light of heaven.]
[Sacred Gospel: You are the spokesperson of God. Your eyes, ears, and words will convey divine revelations. The sacred will bestow blessings upon you.]
This panel would undoubtedly be dazzling and astonishing in the eyes of an ordinary person.
Few people in the world could reach level 412.
Such strength was enough to suppress an entire nation.
But after seeing Vylian’s even more exaggerated panel, Anlis felt… this Archbishop Meili before her seemed… not even worthy of being a minion.
“Well?”
Meili puffed out her chest, feeling somewhat proud.
A newly born Hero, especially one from the countryside, surely hadn’t seen much of the world.
Upon seeing her panel, wouldn’t she be utterly amazed?
Meili could already envision the Hero’s look of admiration and worship.
“It’s… alright, I guess.” Anlis scratched her cheek with her index finger, her gaze shifting to the side.
“You… what kind of look is that?”
Meili was agitated!
This expression of “Ah, so average. But for her sake, I can’t say it directly, so I’ll just force a smile”!
“Hey, Meili, isn’t this normal?” Glen stepped forward, laughing heartily.
“Haven’t you realized? My panel is much higher than yours. The Hero must have first witnessed my astonishingly impressive panel, and then looked at yours. That’s why she has this expression!”
Anlis felt speechless but, as suggested, pulled up Glen’s panel.
[Glen Chiga Saint]
[Level: 432]
[Class: Holy Robe Archbishop]
(Some abilities omitted.)
This level, this panel… still looked very minion-like.
Tsk, this won’t do. I originally thought these two bishops were strong.
I was hoping to see if I could seek their help.
These guys would probably be instantly wiped out by that Demon King Vylian.
There’s no hope left.
Tragic.
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