Primrose’s heart skipped a beat.
‘That saintess is looking at Mom with a weird expression.’
The immediate crisis was over, and the native soldiers began cleaning up the battlefield.
Primrose found a secluded corner, pulled up her god panel, and started calculating.
[Defeated the Horse-faced Demon General of the Demon King’s Vanguard. World conquest progress increased by 5%.]
Primrose stared at the five percent progress bar and let out a deep sigh.
‘It’s only the first day. Even though we took down one of the Twelve Demon Generals, this progress is way too slow.’
‘After this, there are eleven more Demon Generals, plus the Four Heavenly Kings and the final Demon King. How long is this going to take?’
‘Besides, this is the Demon King’s Army; these guys are definitely not pushovers. Even though Mom has all sorts of BUFFs I gave her, what if there’s some rule-level skill even more powerful than instant death…’
‘I need to be more cautious.’
Just as Primrose was worrying over the panel, Lin Naiyue slipped over without her noticing.
“Primrose, what are you thinking about?” Lin Naiyue leaned in front of Primrose and smiled at her.
Primrose closed the panel, glanced at the saintess who had been staring at her from a distance, and at the others who occasionally looked up at her cautiously.
Then, Primrose pulled her mother aside and whispered.
“Mom, from now on, in front of others, let’s address each other as Goddess and Hero.”
“Why? Isn’t it fine to call you Primrose?”
“It’s okay, but sometimes you call me daughter too. It’s a bit weird, isn’t it? A hero being the goddess’s mother or something…”
“What’s wrong with that? A goddess can have a mother too. I don’t want people to think you’re a goddess without a mother.”
Hearing her mother’s words, Primrose’s mouth twitched.
‘Mom’s train of thought… who would ever bother to think about whether the goddess has a mother or not?!’
“Anyway, in front of others, just call me Primrose.”
Primrose deliberately put on a stern face.
“Okay, okay, Primrose~”
Lin Naiyue gave in.
Seizing the joy of their recent victory, she stood on tiptoe and reached out toward Primrose’s head.
She wanted to pat her, but due to the height difference, she couldn’t reach.
Awkward. Earlier, Primrose had to squat in front of Lin Naiyue to let her touch her upper body.
But now Primrose was standing.
Primrose’s expression shifted. The image of her mother dying in a car accident just moments ago flashed before her eyes again.
Finally, she bent down slightly, lowering her head to a position where it could be reached.
Lin Naiyue was taken aback, then gave a relieved smile.
She placed her hand on Primrose’s head—who was avoiding her gaze and turning away—and patted it.
“Mom’s giving you a reward pat on the head,” Lin Naiyue said softly as she patted.
“Reward? You were the one who killed the monsters. You saved these people.”
Primrose muttered, a little embarrassed.
“No, I know. You’re the one who gave me those… BUFF support effects, right?”
Lin Naiyue awkwardly said the gaming term.
After all, she had sat by and watched for quite a while back then. She knew at least a little.
“The Goddess seems very approachable, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah, and she gets along well with the Hero. No airs at all.”
The kingdom soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield murmured among themselves.
Meanwhile, Cecilia, who had been staring at Primrose the whole time, instantly turned pale and trembled all over.
“W-What’s going on!?”
“That Hero is so disrespectful! She actually touched… touched Lady Primrose the Goddess’s head!!”
“And it looks like Lady Primrose even allowed it!”
“Here I am, not daring to overstep, but that pink-haired shorty Hero has already laid hands on her!”
A jealous aura, dark and chilling, emanated from Cecilia.
The royal knights behind her felt this cold, eerie aura and exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of what was happening.
Cecilia lifted her hem and carefully approached.
This first saintess of the Kingdom of Aezera looked at Primrose with passionate, adoring eyes.
“Lady Primrose…”
Cecilia’s voice trembled a little. She tightly clasped her hands together in front of her chest.
“Do you have any commands? Or is there anything I can do for you? Whatever you ask, Cecilia will give her all to accomplish it!”
Primrose looked at the saintess with golden hair and white robes before her.
This girl was indeed beautiful, dignified and elegant, with a hint of incense that came from spending years in a church.
‘A saintess who worships gods… she definitely has the potential to be a pawn.’
Primrose cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound ethereal and authoritative.
“Hmm… The Hero currently lacks practical combat experience. She needs a suitable place to stay and some proper equipment.”
Her mother’s level had skyrocketed to fifty, with terrifyingly high stats, but her combat technique was zero.
‘That decapitation of the Demon General just now relied entirely on the Max Level BUFF’s stats.’
‘If she encounters a Demon Race boss with brains and understanding of mechanics, Mom’s haphazard fighting style will definitely backfire.’
‘I have to get her a good set of equipment and then find some low-level monsters for her to practice on, so she can learn how to exert force and dodge attacks.’
‘She can’t just rely on the BUFFs I give her.’
As soon as Primrose finished speaking, Cecilia immediately stepped forward, her aqua-blue eyes glowing intensely.
“Please leave it to me. Being able to relieve the Goddess’s worries is the greatest honor for me.”
“If you need to rest and buy equipment, I recommend heading to the nearby Tattle Town.”
Cecilia spoke rapidly.
“Tattle Town is the largest town on the border. The noble tavern there has excellent facilities and will definitely provide the most comfortable rest.”
“Also, the blacksmith shop in town is the best on the border. It will definitely be able to forge suitable equipment for… for the Hero.”
When she said the word “Hero,” Cecilia’s pronunciation was especially heavy, and her tone carried a sour jealousy.
She didn’t even glance at Lin Naiyue, her entire focus on Primrose.
Primrose sighed inwardly.
‘This saintess is seriously obsessed.’
Just then, a burly man with a thick beard, clad in bloodstained heavy armor, ran over.
He stopped ten meters from Cecilia and eleven meters from Primrose.
Then he thrust the blunted greatsword in his hand into the ground beside him, knelt on one knee in a knight’s posture, placed one hand on his knee, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and spoke respectfully.
“Lady Saintess, Lady Goddess, if you need a carriage, there is one in the camp. It was left as a spare by Lord Consta, the border lord, during his inspection.”
His voice was low and deep.