Shi Qianla flapped her wings, soaring toward the Forest Church.
As a Druid devoted to the Goddess of Nature, she was well-acquainted with the church’s members.
Transforming back into her humanoid form mid-air, she executed a graceful backflip, landing lightly at the church’s entrance.
Ignoring the sway of her ample chest from the landing, she hurriedly dashed toward Sistana’s chambers.
A Nature Nun greeted her, learning she sought the Great Archbishop. “Sistana left this morning,” the nun said.
“Where did she go?” Shi Qianla asked.
“Trineph rushed back earlier and took Sistana to the Forest of Nature,” the nun replied, worry creasing her face.
“A dense Dark Aura erupted on the mountain, polluting the forest. The situation’s dire.”
Shi Qianla’s delicate brows furrowed.
“Is there a way to contact her immediately?”
“Only the bishops can reach Sistana remotely, but they all went with her.”
“That’s a problem.”
Behind the Forest Church loomed a serene mountain, blanketed by a vast, dense forest teeming with dangerous beasts.
Only members of major churches were permitted entry, and Royal Capital residents avoided it, reverently calling it the Forest of Nature.
The Forest of Nature was immense, and finding Sistana would take Shi Qianla considerable time.
With Bai Yue Ling’s trial just two hours away, could she make it?
As Shi Qianla grappled with her dilemma, a tap on her shoulder startled her.
“Excuse me… are you Miss Shi Qianla?” A petite Nun in a pure white habit approached shyly.
“Yes, and you are?” Shi Qianla asked.
“I… I’m a Nun from the Fate Church.”
“The Fate Church?” Shi Qianla blinked, puzzled by their presence here.
“Um… Archbishop Dessni sent me,” the Nun whispered.
“She mysteriously insisted I come find you now, saying I could fulfill your wish.”
“Huh?” Shi Qianla eyed the unremarkable Nun skeptically. “I need to find someone in the Forest of Nature. How can you help?”
“The Forest of Nature?” The Nun looked confused. “I… I don’t know, but Dessni said I could help.”
“That’s hardly reliable.”
Shi Qianla was about to dismiss her but paused. Devotees of the Goddess of Fate were known for their cryptic, roundabout ways, delighting in mystery. With no other options, should she… trust her?
***
“Weak~ Is that all the Grand Archbishop of Judgment has? Why not come home with big sis and be my pet cat~?”
“So lame~ Try harder, little loli. Your Goddess punished me way harder than this~!”
“Eek?! Don’t… go easy… I was wrong—kidding~! Look at you, pouting like a kid who lost her toy. So cute~!”
Faced with this busty girl enduring the Ring of Judgment yet chatting playfully, Taoxia began doubting her own strength.
For over a decade as Grand Archbishop of Judgment, she had apprehended countless villains—warriors who could fight a hundred foes, cunning schemers, and lunatics bent on world destruction. All fell beneath her gavel, dragged to the Underground Prison’s depths, where she administered the Ring of Judgment’s punishment, listening to their anguished wails in endless regret.
Her existence was to make sinners understand that justice would prevail.
Each trial was a verse in the eternal epic she wove for the Goddess of Judgment.
But now, Taoxia faced an unprecedented challenge.
Her vaunted punishment was useless against this silver-haired big sister, who even complained it wasn’t intense enough, goading her to try harder.
How could such a person exist?
“You done?” Bai Yue Ling, drenched in sweat, showed no pain, only provocation. “Weakling loli, can’t keep up~?”
Taoxia, panting, her serious loli face flushed as if from intense exertion, couldn’t satisfy this infuriating woman.
A bead of sweat trickled down her pale neck, her cat tail bristling slightly.
“Even a level 60 wouldn’t last this long under me,” she said sternly. “How are you doing this?”
“Practice makes perfect~” Bai Yue Ling grinned arrogantly.
“Like I said, your punishment’s mediocre compared to your Goddess.”
“As if you’ve endured the Goddess’s punishment,” Taoxia scoffed.
“Oh, I have. Way more intense than you~.”
“You dare blaspheme the Goddess!” Taoxia smacked her gavel on Bai Yue Ling’s forehead. “No lying, meow!”
Beyond Judgment’s power, Taoxia wielded Word Spirit, her commands binding sinners’ actions.
Invisible Word Spirit magic rippled, restricting Bai Yue Ling’s speech to truth.
Yet, unfazed, Bai Yue Ling continued, “I’m not lying. Your Goddess loves me.”
“What?” Taoxia’s cat eyes widened in disbelief. “You… aren’t lying?”
Shock overwhelmed her. Had she misheard?
This busty Otherworld Traveler claimed to have been punished by the Goddess of Judgment herself?
She wasn’t lying… or perhaps she believed she wasn’t.
“Punish me again? I’m itching~,” Bai Yue Ling taunted, wiggling her hips. “Not to diss your Goddess, but her torment was nothing compared to big sister’s Crossed Legs.”
As long as it wasn’t about Crossed Legs, Bai Yue Ling was unshakable!
Taoxia froze, annoyed. “What’s Crossed Legs?”
Bai Yue Ling glanced at her dismissively. “Better you don’t know, little loli.”
Taoxia’s fluffy ears and tail puffed up. “I’m an adult, meow!”
Her years of trial experience told her this prisoner was no ordinary foe.
With a Kill Value of 150 and solid evidence of attacking Third Princess Viki, she seemed tied to the Goddess of Judgment.
But so what? She admitted to being punished by the Goddess, making her an enemy of the Judgment Church.
Taoxia waved her hand, loosening the Magic-Sealing Chains.
Only one remained around Bai Yue Ling’s neck, its other end gripped tightly in Taoxia’s hand.
“Let’s go,” Taoxia said, her anger fading to calm. She tugged the chain.
“Trial time’s near.”
“Eh? That’s it?” Bai Yue Ling pouted.
“I’m not interested in masochists.”
In a way, this was the big sister being thoroughly punished by the loli catgirl.
Yet, in Taoxia’s presence, Bai Yue Ling was the big sister.
Following Taoxia, Bai Yue Ling boarded a magical elevator in the prison, ascending rapidly.
The Underground Prison sat directly beneath the Judgment Church’s Hall of Justice.
The elevator led to the Chamber of Judgment, a hall reserved for trials.
The Chamber of Judgment, located on the church’s upper level, was typically used only by Taoxia and the bishops.
Today, however, someone else was there.
Aiya knelt before the Goddess of Judgment’s statue, praying devoutly.
Hearing footsteps, she glanced back, her gaze locking onto Bai Yue Ling.
“You’re… Little White?”