“Welcome to Saint Freya Cathedral.”
Located in the Linhai District on the outskirts of Lin City, a building stood out amidst the many Chinese-style architectural complexes—Saint Freya Cathedral.
It was a pure white structure featuring Western-style spires.
Standing three stories tall, the cathedral was adorned with numerous stained-glass windows.
The visual impact of the pure white walls combined with the colorful glass was striking.
Furthermore, a massive cross hung from the cathedral’s dome, shining with a golden luster under the sunlight as if proclaiming holiness and majesty.
As an atheist, Su Qi had never known much about churches or Buddhism.
Today, however, he had come to the cathedral’s interior for the first time to bring Su Lulu to Ye Fufu for treatment, facilitating his elder sister’s future recovery.
After observing his surroundings closely, Su Qi couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder.
This sense of wonder came not only from the elegant, sacred atmosphere and the architectural style but also from something else entirely.
Based on his earlier conversation with Ye Fufu and Mo Yu at the hospital, Su Qi could tell that Ye Fufu held significant decision-making power here.
Ye Fufu was a Saintess, and the name of the building—Saint Freya Cathedral—shared a character with her name. As he pieced the information together, a bold thought surfaced in Su Qi’s mind.
‘Could this opulent cathedral actually belong to Ye Fufu?’
According to his brother Mo Yu, Ye Fufu was only two years older than him, making her twenty years old this year.
At eighteen, Su Qi didn’t even have any savings; in fact, he owed Elder Sister Wen Yin nearly 200,000.
The wealth gap was simply too vast.
He wondered just how much money it cost to build a cathedral of this scale.
‘What a rich woman!’
While the impoverished Su Qi walked into the cathedral, turning his head curiously to look around, Ye Fufu seemed to notice his inquisitiveness.
She flashed a gentle smile and spoke in a warm, familiar tone.
“Little Su Qi, it looks like this is your first time in a cathedral. I’ll give you a proper introduction later, since you’ll be coming here to help out in the future. But for now, let’s take your sister to her sickroom for treatment. The ward is this way on the second floor.”
Hearing that Ye Fufu was ready to treat his sister, Su Qi shoved his curiosity aside.
Wearing small high heels, he quickly followed, his footsteps creating a series of crisp click-clacks.
Su Qi didn’t notice that as the sound of the high heels echoed softly, Ye Fufu, who was leading the way, felt her breathing quicken slightly, her holy face showing a hint of tension.
As Mo Yu, also a member of the Hero Party, watched the two leave, he knit his brows slightly.
‘Is it just my imagination? Why does Sister Fufu feel different today compared to how she usually is?’
However, seeing Gu Wen Yin carrying the unconscious Su Lulu in her arms, Mo Yu stopped overthinking and quickly followed them.
*Click, clack, click…*
The cold, clean marble tiles emitted a crisp sound as the four beauties walked across them.
An Xiaoling watched the reflection of the white tiles as she looked at Ye Fufu’s retreating figure.
From the hospital until now, Ye Fufu, the Holy Nun, had remained perfectly elegant—pure as a textbook example, as if nothing foul could ever touch her.
Yet, deep down, as a girl and a Lily Novel author, An Xiaoling felt a faint sense of hostility toward her.
Seeing Lin Xue start toward the second floor, An Xiaoling reached out and grabbed the corner of Lin Xue’s clothes to verify her suspicion.
She asked hesitantly, “Senior Sister Lin, do you think it’s possible that the nun named Ye Fufu has some… improper thoughts about Sister Su Su?”
Regarding An Xiaoling’s question, Lin Xue instinctively looked at the group walking ahead.
She looked at Ye Fufu, whose hands were elegantly folded over her skirt, her pale, beautiful face radiating a sacred aura.
Then she looked at Mo Yu, her fellow teammate from the Adventurer party walking beside her.
After a moment of thought, Lin Xue shook her head.
“I don’t think so. As far as I know, typical nuns are celibate, let alone a Holy Nun like Ye Fufu. Besides, Ye Fufu and Mo Yu are teammates and are very close. I think you’re just under too much pressure lately, Little Ling.”
Hearing Lin Xue’s rational analysis and seeing Mo Yu chatting and laughing with Ye Fufu ahead, An Xiaoling felt that what Lin Xue said made sense.
Still, deep down, a trace of unease lingered.
Just as An Xiaoling decided to jog forward to observe Ye Fufu more closely, she found that her own clothes were being tugged by Lin Xue.
“Little Ling, I think we should have a serious talk. You like Su Qi too, don’t you?”
Seeing that Lin Xue, who had always been their Captain, had dropped her usual playful tone for a serious one and had asked about her feelings for Su Qi so directly, An Xiaoling stopped.
For a moment, she didn’t know whether she should admit it or not.
If she admitted it, she would lose the advantage of playing dumb; she wouldn’t be able to act covertly and would be monitored.
But if she didn’t admit it, it would be a form of giving up.
While An Xiaoling hesitated, Lin Xue continued in a low voice as Su Qi’s group moved further away.
“Little Ling, now is not the time to hide it. Did you notice how Su Qi’s attitude toward Mo Yu and Gu Wen Yin has softened a lot? That’s a bad sign. It would be foolish of us to keep fighting amongst ourselves right now.”
“So, Senior Sister Lin, what are you trying to say?”
“I think we can join forces… and conquer Su Qi together.”
“Join forces? Interesting. But what’s the plan?”
“You’re the one with all the wicked ideas.”
“I think we could do this and that…”
“Oh—”
Su Qi was completely unaware of the conspiracy being hatched by the two girls from the Cangyou Wildcat Team on the first floor.
As he followed Ye Fufu to the second floor, Su Qi gained a new understanding of cathedrals.
It turned out that besides the hall with its rows of seats, there were many other rooms—like the confessional, the library, the relief room, the music room, and so on.
Upon reaching the second floor, the area felt much smaller than the first floor due to its Western architectural design.
Aside from the storage rooms filled with various items, there were only three sickrooms.
The room Su Lulu was assigned to was Room 202. She wasn’t the only patient in the cathedral; the Great Hero, who had been injured previously and had yet to wake up, was lying in Room 201.
If Su Lulu were the only one Ye Fufu had to treat, Su Qi might have worried that she would be overlooked.
Although he didn’t know Ye Fufu well, he could only imagine how busy she must be running such a massive cathedral.
However, knowing the Great Hero was also here put Su Qi’s mind at ease. Sister Fufu couldn’t possibly treat one and forget the other!
“Place Su Lulu on this bed. I’ll try to Dispel Curse for her now.”
After entering Room 202, Ye Fufu didn’t waste any time. Seeing that evening was approaching, she instructed them to place Su Lulu on the spotless sickbed and immediately began the treatment.
“Oh, mysterious and omnipotent Lord, like the brilliant stars and the pure white dove, just like the sacred angels, I offer you the most beautiful blessings…”
Her crimson lips parted slightly, and soon the room was filled with an elegant, sacred song that sounded like the chirping of a lark.
In response to the song, a warm, soft white light began to flicker in the room. Beautiful white doves began to circle above the unconscious Su Lulu. Gradually, wisps of black aura floated out from Su Lulu’s mind and were purified.
Seeing this, Su Qi’s peach-blossom eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
‘It looks like the treatment is working. My sister really might wake up this time.’
Ye Fufu’s chanting lasted for a full ten minutes. It was only when a bead of sweat appeared on her holy face that her singing finally ceased.
Noticing Ye Fufu’s exhausted expression, the considerate Su Qi hurried to hand her a glass of water he had just poured.
“Sister Fufu, is there anything I can help you with today?”
Hearing Su Qi volunteer to help, Ye Fufu felt a momentary surge of interest.
However, looking at the crowd behind him, especially with Mo Yu present, she eventually shook her head.
“There isn’t much else to do today; you can go home in a bit. However, Little Su Qi, treating your sister is an ongoing process. When I need you, I won’t hesitate to ask. The day after tomorrow is Prayer Day. If you’re free, come and help out, okay?”
Although Su Qi didn’t know what Prayer Day was, he quickly nodded his head in agreement upon seeing the exhausted Ye Fufu.
After a brief chat about Su Lulu’s condition, the sky had inadvertently grown dark.
Looking at the crowd of people gathered outside for prayer, Su Qi, who could no longer help today, followed Mo Yu and Gu Wen Yin downstairs.
Because the threat to Su Lulu’s life had been addressed, Su Qi was in high spirits.
However, as he reached the first floor and saw Lin Xue and An Xiaoling, Su Qi suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
‘What were those two doing just now? Hiss… why do I feel like the way they’re looking at me has become more… aggressive? I have a feeling I’m being plotted against.’
While Su Qi was wondering, An Xiaoling’s cute, loli-like voice echoed through the vast, quiet hall.
Immediately after, she grabbed Su Qi’s arm.
“Sister Su Su, let’s go home now!”