Chapter 153: The Elven Princess is Quite “Supple”

In the eyes of short-sighted people, they might scoff — a noble Saintess going to the countryside to labor with peasants was simply an insult to her status.

However, in the eyes of seasoned politicians, it was a completely different scene.

A careful analysis revealed that this Saintess was making a public statement — she placed extreme importance on this year’s spring plowing, and she was also coordinating with the series of decrees issued earlier to encourage cultivation.

You could choose not to listen.

But you would bear the consequences yourself.

Staying in a rural church, Aililan received many more secret letters.

When she restructured the Inspection Office last year, she had Betiliana train a group of spies — one part infiltrated Orc territory to gather intelligence, while the other acted similarly to the “Jinyiwei,” conducting internal surveillance.

**[In response to the Saintess’s call, Nilaria has personally gone to the fields to farm.]**
**[The Lord of Elyara is vigorously promoting grain cultivation and has established rewards; the territory’s residents are responding enthusiastically.]**
**[Lexway mocked the Saintess for not respecting herself, claiming it damaged her majesty to associate with farmers.]**

Aililan flipped through these secret letters, a judgment already forming in her mind.

“Alistair, write letters of encouragement to these few in my name. Prioritize purchasing their grain after the autumn harvest… Oh, and send them a commemorative banner.”

“As for these others — have the Inspection Office look into them more closely. I think their heads are starting to itch.”

Alistair wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried to take his orders.

At the same time, he secretly notified his family — keep your mouths shut and plant the fields well.

As the Chief Executive, he still didn’t know who was gathering intelligence for the Saintess.

It was precisely because he didn’t know that it was even more terrifying.

The conditions in the rural church were simple, lacking any Glowing Stones for illumination.

Aililan lit an oil lamp, looking over the intelligence thoughtfully.

‘Should I also establish a formal Jinyiwei…’

She shook her head.

‘Now is not the time.’

‘The top priority is ensuring that the spring plowing is completed smoothly.’

‘Next, once the elites from various regions are in place, it will be time to begin reorganizing the army.’

Her plans were advancing step by step —

Spring plowing to secure food supplies.

Reorganizing the army to build combat power.

After that, it would be pushing for the two Orc tribes, the War Pigs and the Jackals, to establish their own nations.

As for the Northern Royal Court of the Orcs further north —

The situation there was chaotic, with faint signs of an impending civil war.

Once it erupted, they would likely seize the opportunity to move south to divert internal conflict.

‘I have 50,000 elite troops.’

‘The War Pigs and Jackals have about 150,000…’

‘Can 200,000 troops block the Northern Royal Court?’

She quickly dismissed this simple calculation.

‘War isn’t calculated that way.’

‘Our true advantage lies in human logistics and productivity.’

Her thoughts were complex.

She didn’t fall into a deep sleep under the flickering oil lamp until late into the night.

—

The next morning.

Outside the church, several commoners were kneeling again to present their appeals.

Such a scene played out almost every day.

After handling the affairs, she had a simple breakfast.

Meanwhile.

The Elven Princess Eleanorice arrived at Atester City three days later.

She submitted her visiting card, only to be told —

The Saintess was not in the city.

It wasn’t until the fifth day that she finally met the human Saintess in a village.

In the next moment —

She froze.

That legendary Saintess was actually rolling up her pant legs and planting seedlings in the fields.

“She… is farming?”

Eleanorice found it hard to believe.

Such a beautiful, noble being who stood above tens of thousands…

Was personally working in the fields?

“How dare you!”

Renata scolded coldly, “Who allowed you to question the Saintess?”

Eleanorice hurried to bow her head in apology.

However, the shock in her heart could not be quelled.

In her understanding, even ordinary nobles would avoid such things at all costs.

Yet the Saintess before her —

Was doing it personally.

She suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of pressure.

Compared to a noble being who indulged in pleasure —

A Saintess who delved deep into the lower classes was far more daunting.

Aililan looked up, her gaze calm and profound.

“You are the Elven Princess, Eleanorice?”

It had to be said.

Eleanorice was extremely beautiful.

She had emerald-green hair, exquisite earrings, and clear blue eyes; her temperament was elegant with a touch of natural charm.

Her figure was tall and slender.

Below her collarbone, her lines were full.

Especially her long legs, which were slender yet possessed a soft, supple fullness.

Aililan cleared her throat and withdrew her gaze.

She wasn’t her old self from when she played the game.

Now, she was the Saintess.

Furthermore —

She also knew that this princess was no simple character in the “plot.”

Aililan nodded and continued her work of selecting seedlings.

Eleanorice felt slightly awkward.

After all, she was here to ask for a favor.

“Saint of Chastity… what are you doing?”

“Just helping to select seeds.”

“I didn’t expect you to do these things personally…”

“These are all small matters.”

Aililan’s tone was flat. “Princess, speak plainly.”

Eleanorice hesitated for a moment before finally speaking:

“It is like this… something has gone wrong with our Elven World Tree.”

“I have heard that the Church’s Healing Divine Art is extremely powerful, so I wanted to ask… do you have a solution?”

Aililan finally stopped what she was doing.

Her gaze slowly settled on her.

Regarding the issue with the World Tree —

She certainly knew something about it.

But…