“What has the Lord Hero been up to lately?”
The topic suddenly turned to her, and Anlis immediately stifled her inner complaints.
“I’ve actually been practicing swordsmanship. I never received formal training as a child, so my father is teaching me now.”
“I see. Shall I find a master swordsman to be your teacher? I guarantee he will be a top-tier Temple Knight of the Holy Order, with unquestionable skill.”
“Ahaha, that won’t be necessary. I think my father’s swordsmanship is already strong enough.”
Anlis politely declined again.
She still had reservations. The pressure Vylian had put on her yesterday was too intense, making her hesitant to accept.
“Very well.”
“Huh?”
She had expected him to try to persuade her earnestly, or even force an arrangement, but she didn’t expect him to give in so easily.
“Your father was once a legendary figure, but… let’s not dwell on that.”
‘Legendary figure?’
Anlis still didn’t know much about her father’s deeds. Since the other party didn’t plan to elaborate, she didn’t ask.
Some scars of the past should not be touched lightly.
“Lord Hero, regarding your curse, you may need to go to the Main Church to have His Holiness the Pope examine it personally. After discussion, we have determined that the curse on you was definitely not bestowed by Wubika Kachi; it is likely from a higher-level Corrupted Disaster. We are truly at a loss, but regarding the curse on your father, we do have a way.”
With that, Archbishop Glen pulled out an exquisite white porcelain bottle from his pocket.
“This bottle of holy water is a gift from the gods. Each month, the gods bestow only a single drop, so it is extremely precious. While it cannot remove your curse, it can easily handle the curse on your father. Given your authority as the Hero in the Church, we can do our best to secure one drop for you.”
Anlis quickly accepted it. “Thank you.”
The Church had such an item, but they hadn’t given it to her father before because, even though he was a legend, he still didn’t qualify in the eyes of the Holy Order.
The Empire never lacked legends. God-given gifts were naturally shared among those in high positions.
But now she had become the Hero, the primary target of the Holy Order’s courtship. As the Hero’s father, he naturally became eligible.
This was also a way for the Holy Order to curry favor.
Anlis didn’t overthink it. She was simply grateful for the gift.
Vylian stared at the bottle of holy water, a strong revulsion surging within her.
Something that made her feel such aversion was no ordinary item. So what Archbishop Glen said must be true.
But if she wanted, she could silently corrupt this holy water, rendering it completely useless.
Preventing Vylian’s father from being cured of his curse would indeed, to some extent, slow down Anlis’s growth.
Vylian thought for a moment and decided it didn’t seem necessary.
The swordsmanship Bolai Kachi possessed wasn’t enough to threaten her. At most, it would make it easier for Anlis to clean up minor monsters in the future.
“Lord Hero, we have done what we came here to do. If you have other plans, we will not disturb you.”
“Is that so? I was planning to do some physical training.”
In truth, it was to work the fields. Under Vylian’s watchful eye, improving herself was still quite stressful.
“Of course, please go ahead, but…” Glen’s words then landed precisely on Vylian as his gaze fell on her. “But, Lady Saintess, now that you have become the supreme being of the Holy Order, you naturally have corresponding responsibilities of your own.”
Vylian knew immediately that some troublesome matter was about to be dumped on her.
That wouldn’t do. Vylian was famously averse to trouble.
“Well, I still have my mission to carry out.”
She deliberately emphasized the word “mission.” The two archbishops naturally understood the implication immediately.
But they did not give in.
“As a God-given Saintess class, barring unforeseen circumstances, you are the successor to inherit His Holiness’s position. In that case, how can you remain completely ignorant of the Holy Order’s affairs?”
“Huh?”
‘Huh?’
Vylian let out a reluctant “Huh.”
Anlis, meanwhile, was thinking.
‘What the hell?’
‘Are you guys seriously going to let this Demon King inherit the papal throne?’
‘The Holy Order is really doomed.’
Glen had already said this much. Even if Vylian wanted to delay, it was unlikely.
This was the trouble that came with a disguised identity. She had to bear the responsibilities that came with it.
“Fine, I’ll accompany you to the Holy Order.”
Vylian wasn’t very afraid of her identity being exposed.
Unless a god personally appeared, no one in this world could see through her Level 999 disguise.
Hearing this, Anlis was practically ecstatic.
Forgetting whether the Holy Order would be doomed or not, at that moment she was like a child who was constantly disciplined and then heard their parents were going out—overjoyed.
That meant she would have free control over her time from now on?
That meant no one would be able to disturb her from now on?
She could do whatever she wanted.
Anlis put on a reluctant face, pouting slightly. “Then go ahead. Be careful on the road.”
“Aren’t you coming with me?”
“I won’t. I have other plans, and if I neglect them, I’ll certainly be scolded by my father.”
Vylian didn’t say much more. “Be good at home. Don’t slack off, okay?”
“Of course.”
With that, Vylian returned to her room and changed into the Saintess’s exclusive attire, then left with Archbishops Glen and Meili.
It had to be said that Vylian’s appearance suited that dress perfectly.
Watching their figures disappear around the corner, Anlis let out a cheer and jumped up.
“Yes!”
“Oh, by the way, Anlis, I just remembered something…”
Anlis had just jumped up when Vylian, who had left not long ago, made a sudden U-turn.
The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.
Their eyes met.
“You seem really happy I’m leaving.”
Hearing that, Anlis felt as if struck by lightning.
‘Damn it! This wasn’t even a premature celebration!’
‘Why did this happen!’
‘Caught red-handed.’
“How could that be? I, I was just thinking of something happy.”
“What happy thing? Tell me.”
“Ahahaha, rather than that, why don’t you tell me what you wanted to say just now?”
“It’s nothing major. I just wanted you to stop your mother from cooking tonight.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll remember that.”
Anlis became docile. She desperately hoped to change the subject to cover up, because her earlier abnormal behavior simply couldn’t be excused.
But Vylian was clearly not so easily fooled.
She walked over step by step and leaned close to Anlis’s ear.
“Does being with me put that much pressure on you?”
This question scraped at Anlis’s heart like a knife.
She knew that if her answer didn’t satisfy Vylian, it would magnify the other’s suspicions infinitely.
She took a deep breath.
“Fine, I admit it. I just wanted to steal your panties while you were away.”
“…Pervert.”