Ten minutes later, Aisia had completely thrown Truth off.
“Are you saying I should tease her like this?”……
“What? Take it off? Wait a moment!”……
“This piece too? I have to do this as well? Fine.”……
After sending Tia away to handle some tasks, Truth happily “played” with Aisia, and Aisia was genuinely enjoying herself.
At that moment, she stood with her hands on her hips, chest out and head held high, waiting for Truth’s next instruction.
“Uh… you…”
Truth was at a loss as she looked at the slight rise and fall of Aisia’s chest.
A few minutes ago, she had told Aisia that not wearing underwear was the key to learning how to guide the power of faith without relying on the Ritual.
To her surprise, Aisia had done exactly that without hesitation, moving with fluid ease.
She didn’t even have to take off the Sanctified Robe.
In no time, the sky-blue underwear was casually tossed aside, and her expression was full of confidence.
There was no trace of the shyness one might expect from a Saintess undressing before another.
Damn it!
Still not giving up, Truth went on to make a series of feeble demands, all of which Aisia enthusiastically fulfilled.
By now, a pair of small mounds awkwardly protruded on Aisia’s chest.
The hem of her robe had been lifted slightly, revealing several “Mark of Zheng” characters written on the inner side of her slender thighs — her own handiwork.
Truth had said the “Mark of Zheng” enhanced communication with the power of faith; originally, she had intended for Aisia to write just one.
But Aisia, eager to communicate more efficiently, had taken it upon herself to write several.
That wasn’t all.
On Aisia’s head, a pair of panties matching her underwear’s color was worn backwards.
They were her own panties; those had left their rightful place two minutes ago.
In fact, Aisia hadn’t even understood what wearing panties on her head was supposed to accomplish, but as soon as Truth suggested it, she obediently did so.
“What’s next? What’s next?”
“Well… uh…” Truth pressed her finger against her lips, pondering deeply.
Damn it, she had met her match.
She realized she was completely powerless against Aisia.
Because Aisia had absolutely no shame in front of Truth!
This had long been a mystery to Aisia herself.
What was there for girls to be shy about among each other?
Everyone’s parts were the same, only differing in size.
She had asked Fifth-Rank Demon Hunter Wisdom about this once.
Wisdom had only replied faintly, “You don’t understand.”
Aisia wanted to know what Wisdom knew that she didn’t, so she had invited her to take a bath together.
Wisdom had flatly refused, warning that if Aisia dared to barge in mid-bath like she had when attacking the Seventh Saintess, she would surely suffer great pain.
Among the Saintesses, there was a rumor that Wisdom’s private underground chamber held many terrifying torture devices.
Occasionally, they would see Wisdom enter the chamber alone, only to hear strange noises emanate from below…
Could it be that Wisdom was secretly torturing others?!
Aisia immediately reported this to the Goddess of Life, but the Goddess simply said that Wisdom had not violated Saintess etiquette and told her not to meddle…
“What’s next?” Aisia tilted her head gently, wearing the panties on her head, her expression pure and curious as she watched the struggling Truth.
Had this girl forgotten the next step?
Or… was she hesitating to teach her the final step?
Hmph! I’ve come this far; I’m not giving up easily.
The key to the last step must lie with her!
The next moment, Aisia grabbed the hem of Truth’s long skirt with both hands and lifted it high, revealing her slender legs.
But before she could lift it any further, Truth quickly pressed it back down.
“What are you doing!”
“Let me see your final step!”
For a Saintess, being able to guide the power of faith without a special Ritual was incredibly attractive.
It was like a mage casting spells without chanting or a warrior swinging a sword without wind-up.
It could greatly enhance overall strength.
Immediately after, Truth was knocked down by Aisia, and in terms of strength, she was no match for her.
After all, Aisia may have looked small, but she was actually a Fifth-Rank Demon Hunter priest higher than Tia.
She was also blessed by the Goddess of Life and could wield the power of faith!
Aisia began groping over Truth’s body.
“Let me see how many ‘Mark of Zheng’ you’ve engraved on your thighs… huh! Damn, your legs are pretty strong.
Then I’ll check the other places first…
Hmph, no underwear as expected! Your steps should all be correct; you’re just missing something essential…
Oof! Don’t bite my face, biting the face is cheating!”
Taking advantage of Aisia’s head dipping into her collar, Truth bit her on the face.
“Oi! You’re asking for training!”
The Sixth Saintess was just too innocent and carefree, not fun at all!
And she always had to dig into everything, so annoying!
For a while, the two of them were locked in a prolonged tug-of-war…
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Outside the church, after settling the carriage, Rachel, acting as temporary guard, passed through a large crowd of worshippers eager to catch a glimpse of the Sixth Saintess.
She approached Tia, who was hurriedly preparing the chosen ritual.
“Hello, High Priestess. Is the Saintess still inside the church?”
“She is, but she probably won’t see anyone unless it’s urgent news.
If you want to meet her, you’d better wait outside… Is that you?”
Tia recognized Rachel.
Isn’t she a Demon Hunter?
Why was she suddenly acting as the Saintess’s guard?
“I’m sorry about what happened before.
I trusted my eyes too much and actually believed that High Priestess, you, could commit murder and bury the body.
I apologize!”
Rachel bowed sincerely.
Tia was somewhat surprised; she had expected this twin-tailed girl to be a difficult tsundere type, but she was unexpectedly straightforward…
“It’s fine.
As long as the prospective Saintess is safe, that’s what matters.
You can wait outside; they should be coming out soon.”
Knowing Truth was still inside trying to handle Aisia, Tia didn’t want others disturbing her.
Rachel wisely took a seat on a nearby bench outside the church.
Then, while Tia was distracted, she quietly slipped over to a window on the church’s west side.
Using her hands for leverage, she climbed onto the window and peeked in with half her head sticking out.
There, she saw Aisia firmly pinning Truth down.
“Oh, so the relationship between the Saintess and Truth isn’t that great after all.
They’re secretly pulling each other’s hair behind closed doors… Interesting!”
Rachel nodded happily.
An enemy’s enemy is a friend.
Now that the Saintess and Truth were at odds, if she could get evidence of Truth’s un-Saintess-like behavior behind the scenes and hand it to the Saintess…
“Once Truth’s image is ruined, I won’t have to face exile anymore.
I can just say I was framed by that scheming prospective Saintess!
And that will explain why I said Truth had a split personality—she’s just two-faced.
Perfect explanation! Hehe.”
Rachel carefully slipped away from the window…