Looting the body after a boss fight is common sense!
Even though Eris, the scummy witch, knew Angelica probably didn’t have such a strong sense of gaming logic, she couldn’t help but let out her frustrations.
Her cheeks were puffed out like a hamster stuffed with food. She was furious! The joy of looting equipment after a boss fight was gone.
Her nonsensical ranting made Angelica, who had just saved them, feel an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Angelica was kind-hearted. After all, she had spent hundreds of years by Felicitala’s side. The Lady High Priestess’s influence had shaped her over the centuries, affecting her daily actions.
“Ah? What… what is it, Little Mistress? Why the sudden anger?…”
Angelica, did you have many questions?
Dropping coins? Boss strategy? Why was the Little Mistress saying things she couldn’t understand today?
“It’s nothing,” the scummy witch replied, her expression still sour.
“Ah… did I do something wrong, Sister Angelica? Little Mistress wasn’t like this before…” Angelica felt like crying, her lips beginning to pout.
Eris stopped being angry and started questioning her. “Sister Angelica, there hasn’t been any news of you for the past month. Did something happen here?”
“And, where is Mother now?…”
In truth, one month ago, he was still Ai Lei, not Eris.
Now, she wanted to use Angelica to gather information — especially about her mother, Felicitala, whom she had never met.
In Eris’s memories, there was only a blurred impression of her childhood. Memories of her mother felt as though they had been sealed away.
Angelica said self-reproachfully, “Little Mistress, one month ago, I went deep into the swamp to find the raspberries you like so much. I thought I could find them easily like before, but the place they used to grow was empty. I went deeper and ended up trapped by toxic vines.”
Eris’s memories were triggered. These were memories from before her rebirth. Little Eris had spent her days crying and asking for raspberries back then. Angelica could only search deeper to please her Little Mistress.
Angelica’s current state wouldn’t last long. She was a Level 40 Cat-Dragon, but being trapped had left her helpless — a tiger in the plains bullied by dogs.
“I’m sorry, Sister Angelica. It was all because of my selfishness…” Eris apologized for her past immaturity. At that time, her mind had truly been underdeveloped.
“You don’t need to apologize to me. It was a failure in my duties. I am truly sorry, Lady Eris.” Angelica’s surprised gaze swept over the girl. The Little Mistress in her heart seemed different than before.
Angelica thought for a moment and then smiled brightly. Her previous doubts vanished; she already had her answer.
She had witnessed the battle between the two Little Mistresses and the Swamp Crocodile King. The Eris who used to hate studying had changed. Angelica couldn’t help but marvel. As expected of the child of High Priestess Felicitala, the bloodline of the strongest God Clan on the Desorien continent.
“Lady Eris, it seems that in the past month while I was away, both you and Lady Sophia have grown by leaps and bounds. The Little Mistress who used to sleep in all day and toss aside the precious books left by Lady Felicitala has grown up without me realizing it.”
‘Ah… haha, am I really that impressive? Uh-haha…’ Eris grumbled to herself. ‘If it wasn’t for the sake of survival, who would spend their time studying those heavenly texts?’
“You possess a talent for Light Magic similar to Lady Felicitala. It must not go to waste. That is the only way to be worthy of your mother, who has already fallen…”
“So, Mother is really…” Although Eris had already guessed the outcome, she still showed a sorrowful expression. However, as an adult from a previous life, this blow was not unbearable.
A mother? Ai Lei, who had been raised by his grandfather since childhood, had never even seen the faces of his parents.
Having never truly received maternal love, she had been reborn as Eris. In this life, she longed to meet her mother even more.
“Tell me the rest of the truth, and the solution. Right? Sister Angelica.” Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, she smiled at Angelica. It was a confident and firm smile, one Angelica had never seen before.
It seemed the Little Mistress really was different now, moving in a positive direction.
For a while after that, she told Eris the truth about Felicitala’s fall and the current state of the God Clan.
Five years ago, High Priestess Felicitala resisted the injustice brought down by the Creator God, Adomili. She fell in the battle against the Will of the World.
Though her physical body had vanished, her divine consciousness remained in the world. Angelica had taken the two sisters and hidden in the current Arden Forest. The protective barrier of the forest had been constructed by their mother using the last of her strength…
Since the fall of High Priestess Felicitala, the God Clan’s power of faith had gradually vanished. Their divine authority declined, and their power grew thinner.
Pope Dussel Ratzinger had defined the God Clan of the old era as the Demon Clan — likely at the behest of the Creator God, Adomili.
Members of the God Clan now had to either hide their names or retreat to the most deserted corners of the continent. Otherwise, any God Clan woman who was caught would be taken away without exception.
They were taken to the Holy City of Calenpolis at the center of the continent. No one knew what happened to them. Every God Clan woman taken to the Holy City disappeared as if they had vanished from the face of the earth.
“I wanted to wait a little longer before telling you. Yes, Little Mistress, it isn’t impossible. If the God Clan’s power of faith can be raised to the level it was when Lady Felicitala was alive, she can restore her divinity and reshape her body.”
“But this task is full of difficulties. I’m afraid restoring faith on the entire first continent, Desorien, won’t be enough. We also need to increase the faith in the God Clan on the second continent, Disomde. Only with such abundant faith can Lady Felicitala be resurrected.”
During the game’s closed beta, Ai Lei only knew about the first continent, Desorien. Now, a second continent, Disomde, had popped up.
The current situation could no longer be solved with the shallow experience from the closed beta. She had to seriously analyze the situation and study the information to truly survive in this world.
The amount of information received today was indeed massive. It was a good thing Sophia wasn’t awake, or her eyes would be spinning like whirlpools by now.
“Sister Angelica, I have indeed heard Mother’s call in my dreams recently. She gave us a clear direction. She even knew you were trapped in the depths of the swamp.”
“Mother’s other instruction was to urge us to head to Hellywood Town as soon as possible and enter the nearby Cella Temple.”
Eris told Angelica everything about the message she received in her dream. After all, besides Sophia, Angelica was also her family.
“Is that so, Little Mistress?” Angelica paused hesitantly. After thinking for a while, she finally gave an answer.
The Little Mistress was still young, yet she had to carry such a responsibility. For someone who had just reached adulthood, it was clearly unfair.
“Hellywood Town is an important coastal port city. There are many members of the Witch Hunt squads stationed there. With your current strength, going there is too dangerous. Entering the Cella Temple is likely Lady Felicitala’s trial for you — or rather, the High Priestess’s trial for the future Saintess.”
“Lady Eris, the Temple of Felicitala is actually what is now the Holy City. When you were born, Lady Felicitala in the temple heard an immediate oracle: you are the future Saintess of the God Clan.”
“This oracle did not come from that so-called Creator God, Adomili.”