Chapter 41: Is It Strange for a Saintess Healer Like Me to Deal Damage?

Can we win?

Will we win…right?

Aililan had a question mark floating in her heart, but as the saying goes, the support is unchanging while the DPS keeps rotating.

Theresa, the Blind Girl, her Heart’s Scales support effect could grant her target a guaranteed 100% critical hit. In certain extreme builds, this made the Glass Cannon style possible.

Now, the heavy burden of dealing damage fell onto Aililan’s shoulders.

In the game, Aililan’s role was that of a healer.

With nothing else to say, Aililan gritted her teeth and declared, “Is it so strange for a Saintess healer like me to do DPS?”

“Aililan, in a moment I will weigh both you and that grotesque existence outside with the Heart’s Scales. After that, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Aililan reached out to stop her. “Wait a second.”

Theresa asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

Aililan replied, “Let me warm up first.”

Theresa: “?”

Aililan took a deep breath.

Her gaze grew holy and resolute, and the divine faith power within her began to surge.

[Bright. Multiplier Art!]

[Bright. Super Magic Art.]

[Bright. Attack Amplification Art.]

[Bright. Intermediate Attack Amplification Art.]

[Bright,……]

Outside the door.

Fina Nisi had already arrived silently.

She reached out and touched the door, which looked like it could collapse at any moment. A tingling numbness ran through her fingertips—the Barrier Aililan had placed on the door to keep her out had been activated.

But it was so fragile, which made Fina Nisi let out a deep, cold laugh. “I knew it, Aililan, you must be hiding something.”

Seriously, who sets up a Barrier in the Slums?

So the answer was obvious: the people inside this room must be extremely important to Aililan. The very thought of having someone Aililan treasured right in the palm of her hand made Fina Nisi tremble with excitement.

Fina Nisi spoke toward the door: “Come out! Let me see what you look like, to make Aililan care about you this much. Heh.”

Still, there was no response from inside.

Instead, a strange power began to connect to Fina Nisi through the door.

Irritated, she tried waving her hand, but the link could not be broken no matter what she did.

“I said!”

Fina Nisi slapped her palm against the door, making it wobble even more precariously.

Her voice grew sharper and sharper, with an undertone of violence she could no longer hide.

“Let me see!”

“Did you hear me?”

Fina Nisi had lost all patience.

With just a bit more force, the next instant the door shattered into pieces.

But there was another door inside.

A further inner room.

‘Shing——’

Fina Nisi drew her Longsword.

She swore that her patience was now completely gone. She only wanted to see this girl Aililan treasured so much. If she was pretty, she’d kidnap her and make her a bird in her own cage; if ugly, she’d kill her with a single thrust.

She could already picture it.

That Saintess to whom she had once sworn fealty, running around anxiously searching for the one she treasured, all in vain—never knowing that her most precious person was already her own caged bird.

Or! A corpse beneath her sword.

No matter which outcome, as long as she could see the high-and-mighty Aililan suffer, her mood would surely be delightful, wouldn’t it?

A Saintess who didn’t obey, didn’t rely on her, didn’t submit beneath her skirts—wasn’t a good Saintess in her eyes.

One step.

Two steps.

Suddenly.

‘Rumble~’

The whole house seemed to shake.

Aililan completed her final faith spell: [Bright. Ultimate Attack Amplification Art!]

As if perfectly in sync with Aililan’s will.

Theresa unleashed all her power as well.

[Judgement of the Scales!]

A phantom image of the Goddess of the Scales appeared over Theresa, the goddess casting down the golden scales symbolizing justice.

In the next moment, Aililan felt herself standing on one side of the golden scales.

On the other side of the scales—

Was Fina Nisi.

Good and evil, sin and punishment—the scales tipped toward Aililan’s side.

At the same time, a power settled onto her. “Virtue Spear!” In Aililan’s hand, a blazing white spear materialized. This was her strongest attack method to date.

And now, boosted by all those buffs—

That blazing white spear was now incredibly dangerous.

What’s a Glass Cannon? Put simply, it’s about stacking massive attack boosts on a target and then delivering a thunderous strike to the enemy. But in exchange, the caster themselves is extremely fragile.

Aililan gritted her teeth.

“Die, Blondie!”

She hurled the blazing white spear at the door.

‘Boom~’

The wooden door was instantly blasted to splinters, and the old wall collapsed like a dike washed away by a flood.

Outside the door.

“What?!”

Fina Nisi’s hairs stood on end.

The next moment, the blazing white spear was already in front of her. She swung her Longsword to strike it head-on, trying to destroy the terrifying spear that even threatened her very life.

The instant they collided—

‘Clang——’

The two forces exploded inside the house.

Even for someone like Fina Nisi, a powerhouse at the very peak of martial strength, the force knocked her off her feet. The already rickety house collapsed under the shock, burying her beneath the rubble.

On the other side.

The two, having prepared in advance, narrowly dodged the collapsing house.

Theresa pulled a dagger from her chest, ready to head into the ruins to finish off the grotesque person inside.

“Let’s go.”

Aililan grabbed her and ran.

It wasn’t that Aililan didn’t want to finish her off.

She believed a Glass Cannon’s strike could kill a normal person, but absolutely could not kill a “Feng Ao Tian” like Fina Nisi.

The two of them had barely run a few dozen meters away when a hand suddenly burst out from the rubble. Fingers clenched into a furious fist, terrifying strength erupted, and the ruins that had buried Fina Nisi instantly crumbled to dust and scattered in the air.

Hearing the commotion—

Though blind, Theresa instinctively turned to look back.

And because of that glance, Theresa’s waist-length white hair fluttered in the wind, her angelic face filled with panic, her confused eyes, her lovely figure—for the first time, truly appeared before Fina Nisi.

Fina Nisi’s eyes flashed with burning heat.

“Hmph, trying to run?”

She gathered her power to give chase, but—‘Pfft!’—Fina Nisi coughed up a mouthful of black blood. That earlier, totally unguarded blow had still injured her.

And Aililan and Theresa, in the blink of an eye, had already slipped into the winding alleys of the Slums, completely vanishing from her sight.

“Damn it!”

“That other girl, who is she?”

“That was the power of Bright, Aililan?”

“No…Aililan can’t possibly have that much power unless one of her Six Sisters of the Seven Virtues is here, or—unless the Saintess sent a Protector to guard her?”

Thinking of the other Seven Virtues Saints, a hint of dread flickered in Fina Nisi’s eyes. Otherwise, with the looks those Six Saintesses possessed, how could she not covet them?

Why hadn’t she devoured them?

Because she was kindhearted?

Not at all—it was simply because the Six already-matured Saintesses possessed the power to resist her.

However!

If she couldn’t have a Saintess, could she not at least get that girl living in the Slums?

Fina Nisi sneered coldly, “That beautiful girl with the waist-length white hair—I’ll have her, no matter what!” Not even Aililan could stop her.

She swore it.