Night.
The mansion.
After bidding Aide farewell and finishing her bath, Moya cautiously lowered her bottom onto the bed with the utmost care.
The two slaps Aide had given her still throbbed with lingering pain.
Even pressing down gently onto the soft mattress made the plush cheeks ache, forcing Moya to wince through gritted teeth.
She leisurely enjoyed her final milkshake dessert before bed, a creamy white drop landing on her pale thigh.
Moya casually patted it away with her hand.
Once this milkshake was finished, it was time to start work.
To prepare for this intelligence-gathering mission, Moya had deliberately chosen to go to bed a little earlier than usual.
Normally at this hour, she would be staying up late reading storybooks.
To be honest, Moya wasn’t much of a workaholic.
If she weren’t truly lazy, she wouldn’t have come up with the idea of working while sleeping.
But right now, this was her chance to earn some merit, and it wouldn’t take much effort.
That’s right—Moya was planning to slack off again.
Aide had said that if she could contribute to the commission, he would reduce her debt by one-fifth after its completion.
So all she had to do was handle the easiest part and leave the hard work to Aide, right?
Fortunately, this commission of Aide’s was still in its early stages, leaving plenty of room for slacking off.
Moya had no desire to run around town with Aide.
The three-hour-long chase tonight had already drained her entire month’s worth of energy.
Besides, her unique ability to gather intelligence could indeed help Aide achieve twice the results with half the effort.
At the very least, even if Aide caught on to her slacking, she would still have grounds to justify herself.
With her mind made up, Moya casually placed the empty milkshake cup on the bedside table, shifted her body contentedly, and adjusted her position to a sleeping posture, doing her best to avoid aggravating the wound on her bottom.
She closed her eyes, and gradually, sleepiness surged like a tide, gently enveloping Moya and calling forth her true essence.
Soon, Moya’s breathing grew steadier, and soft snores escaped her nose.
Her serene expression confirmed that she had entered deep sleep.
Then, specks of holy light began to rise around Moya, gradually coalescing into a ball of light.
As more and more light particles converged, the orb extended into a humanoid form made of energy.
With an endless stream of holy light particles supplying it, this energy body began to take shape, slowly outlining distinct facial features.
It was Moya.
As Moya’s face was gradually completed, if Aide were present, he would have gasped in shock.
The countenance of this energy Moya was indistinguishable from the Moya he had seen in his dream, down to her very aura.
It was as if all impurities had been washed away, leaving only the most primordial essence—a Madonna, yet frozen in a petite body.
The contrast between her physique and her aura was immense, yet it blended seamlessly into one harmonious whole through Moya’s unconscious, tranquil smile.
Moya herself couldn’t explain why she looked like this every time she sleepwalked.
At first, it had been purely unconscious sleepwalking.
But after many attempts, Moya had finally managed to use divine power to indirectly control her unconscious sleepwalking, achieving her dream of working while asleep.
But new achievements always brought new phenomena and problems.
For instance, Moya noticed that when she took this form, her personality and aura shifted slightly, and the divine spells she cast were greatly amplified.
These were phenomena she couldn’t explain with her current theoretical knowledge of divine arts.
Of course, none of this bothered Moya.
Enhanced divine spells were obviously a good thing, so why worry about the cause?
As for the personality and aura changes, Moya couldn’t care less.
She knew deep down that both the lazy, slacking Moya and this current compassionate energy-body Moya were equally her true self.
It was just that this version of her had a slightly different perspective on certain things.
For instance, her attitude toward Aide.
Thinking about tonight’s events, Moya couldn’t help but feel guilty toward Aide.
‘I think I’ve been way too harsh on Mister Aide.’
‘I need to find a chance to sincerely apologize to him.’
With this resolve to make amends, Moya began connecting her divine power to the divine network, projecting her consciousness across the entire royal capital.
A guardian angel’s daily work was to listen to and soothe the prayers of believers through the divine network.
No matter the time or place, as long as one linked their divine power to the network, they could begin the guardian angel’s routine.
This was also the core reason Moya had accepted the guardian angel job offer after being whisked away by the Great Fortune.
Normally, Moya randomly selected prayers from holy light believers across the entire continent.
But this time, she specifically narrowed her focus to the royal capital.
It was already late at night, and most people were preparing to sleep.
Moya had deliberately chosen this time to start listening to prayers, aiming for the custom of holy light believers to offer routine prayers before bed.
If Aide’s description was accurate, then among those who had swapped bodies, at least one or two should be holy light believers.
And faced with such a huge upheaval, those believers would surely share these experiences in their prayers.
Observing the glowing points formed by believers’ prayers within the divine network from the royal capital region, Moya began to judge which believers might have experienced body swapping.
After systematically checking each prayer point, Moya discovered one glowing point emitting intense emotional fluctuations in a corner of the royal capital’s divine network.
“Lord, please save me! Please save me!”
Immersing her consciousness in the prayer point, Moya heard an urgent male voice.
“I don’t know what happened, and I have no time to think about why it happened. When I regained consciousness, I found that my body had become someone else—that filthy beggar always begging in the secluded corner of the bustling district!”
“But I am not him! I am a noble! A noble of the Sierf family!”
“But when I hurriedly ran to my mansion, I saw another me! No, no—it was another person wearing my skin! That filthy beggar! That beggar’s servile nature couldn’t be hidden even by my skin!”
“I don’t understand! I can’t comprehend it! Lord, please save me! Save this lamb who has always faithfully served you!”
Focusing intently on the believer’s prayer, Moya barely managed to extract this verbal information from the desperate, chaotic prayer.
She did not respond to that despairing believer’s plea.
Not because she was unwilling, but because she didn’t know the specifics and couldn’t give an appropriate reply under the circumstances.
After sorting through the intelligence, Moya began diligently carrying out her routine guardian angel duties, waiting for her physical body to gradually awaken, ready to relay this information to Mister Aide and actively cooperate with his commission.
Once she woke up, she could no longer afford to slack off!