Having received too much information, Alice’s quad-core processor had already begun to overheat. It was a good thing Sophia wasn’t awake, or her single-core processor would have stopped responding long ago.
The Second Continent, Tisomund? A Saint? The Creation God, Adomili, wasn’t the only god?
“‘Thou art small, gazed upon by both god and power.’ ‘The fairest roses shall not fade, but as all things ripen and enter silence, only the tender offspring shall carry forth the beauty.’ This is the oracle your mother received,” Angelica added afterward.
‘A riddler? Can the riddlers please just get out of Gotham?’
Alice’s head throbbed. She probably wouldn’t be able to understand those lines for a while, so she decided to just keep them in the back of her mind for now.
The progress she and Sophia had made in exploring the continent of Desorient was still less than ten percent, and now there was already another continent?
Furthermore, there was another problem. A Saint? Me? Was there some kind of mistake?
A pure man like Ellei was a Saint of the God Race? God, please stop joking around!
“Sister Angelica, the Pope currently holds absolute power in Desorient. Never mind some Saint; the place is crawling with members of the Witch Hunt. It’s hard enough for us to even stay alive.”
“Actually, I don’t want to be a Saint. I don’t want to be at anyone’s beck and call either. Who would even want to be a mascot Saint?”
“I’d rather just be an ordinary person,” Alice said, lowering her head as her bangs obscured her eyes.
Angelica’s voice was firm and powerful. She wasn’t exactly refuting her, but rather stating a fact.
“Lady Alice, you are the only descendant who has inherited the same affinity for Light Magic as High Priestess Felicitara. I believe there are still pious and loyal followers on this continent.”
“Lady Felicitara also grew from a Saint into the High Priestess of the God Race. Furthermore, the authority of the God Race is something mere mortals can never hope to reach.”
“That shameless Pope who has currently occupied the Temple of Felicitara in Caronpolis and turned it into his so-called Papal City… in the future, he will only meet a fate of judgment.”
At that moment, Angelica spoke with a cold tone that bled with grief and indignation, denouncing the current Pope, Dussel Ratzinger.
“Sigh… perhaps everything I’ve stated today is indeed too heavy for the current Lady Alice. However, I am convinced that sooner or later, you will accept your heavy responsibility.”
“Only that god can stand against Adomili. And only then can Lady Felicitara be… resurrected…”
***
Alice remained silent. In her arms, the fast-asleep Sophia hummed softly and rolled over.
They were currently sitting on Angelica’s dragon back, nearing the familiar Witch’s Hut.
Angelica reverted to her human form—a dragon beauty with golden pupils and red accents. She looked on with a loving gaze, and Alice could clearly feel the overflowing affection radiating from the dragon woman.
‘Ah, come to think of it, Angelica spent hundreds of years by mother’s side, influenced by her. My mother, who radiated such incredibly loving brilliance even in dreams… it would be hard for Sister Angelica not to be affected, right?’
‘Could it be that Angelica sees us as her own children?’
‘Angelica is a woman who could truly be my mother. Dragon Mom, awesome!’
Angelica briefly prepared two small dishes for Alice to eat. After dinner, she carried Sophia in one arm and held Alice’s hand with the other, leading her two little mistresses to the lakeside outside the house to bathe.
Since Sophia was still in a deep sleep, Angelica opted to just wipe her body down, not daring to make any large movements for fear of waking her.
She let Alice wash herself for a while first. After putting the pajama-clad Sophia back into bed and thoughtfully tucking her in, she turned back to help Alice finish her bath.
Under the moonlight, Alice’s silver hair with its cherry-white tips looked like a delicate piece of art as Angelica carefully combed through it. Angelica then meticulously washed the girl’s supple, translucent skin.
“Oh, right, Sister Angelica. I have a question to ask you. This is very important for us right now.”
“It’s about the recipe for the Disguise Potion. Is there an error in mother’s books? You should know something about it, right?”
In her downtime, Alice had a sudden spark of inspiration and thought of the problem that had been bothering her.
“Hmm… why do you mother and daughter both love making that potion?…”
Alice noticed a blind spot.
The tips of Angelica’s ears turned red, as if mentioning the Disguise Potion reminded her of certain things.
“The book is missing one ingredient. Also, the ratio of volcanic stone must be precise, or it will cause an alchemical explosion.”
Alice followed up immediately, “Sister Angelica, which ingredient is it? Tell me quickly, please? I’m begging you… pretty please? Why… Sister? Please…”
The white-haired witch began to act spoiled, which was her trump card against older women.
She looked at Angelica with her jewel-like, clear blue eyes as if she were about to cry.
‘A man’s gotta be bold!’
Even the green-eyed Sophia couldn’t withstand this move. ‘Kind-hearted Sister Angelica, I’m sorry!’
Angelica’s face turned a deep shade of crimson. She covered her nose, but she couldn’t stop the streak of red from leaking through her fingers.
‘Angelica! Sunk!’
“It’s Dragon’s Saliva… This is so embarrassing… I can give you a small amount to use as an alchemical… ma-material…”
“So embarrassing… after all, the dragon race has many treasures on their bodies that are rare alchemical materials…”
Pfft!
Alice looked at Sister Angelica. The corners of the mischievous brat’s mouth curled up, revealing a faint, imperceptible smile.
Perhaps after this time, there would be a next time, and other alchemical items that would require Sister Angelica’s help.
The kind Dragon Mom didn’t notice the witch’s wicked intentions. She only saw the growth in her surface strength but failed to notice the psychological changes in her little mistress.
It seemed that Dragon Mom’s life wouldn’t be smooth sailing from now on; at the very least, it looked fraught with danger…
After helping Alice finish cleaning up, Sister Angelica gently carried her to bed and placed her next to Sophia. Feeling that the sisters’ blanket was too thin, she added another layer of bedding.
“Rest early, little mistress. If you stay up too late, Sister Angelica will cry.”
“Okay, Sister Angelica. Goodnight,” the white-haired girl said cutely.
“Goodnight.”
Angelica went downstairs to the large rug on the first floor. Using the last of her magic, she set up another barrier outside the house. She placed a small amount of her Dragon’s Saliva into an alchemical test tube and then, as if losing all her strength, transformed into her young dragon form. Indeed, she had been holding on for as long as she could.
Next, she would likely be in a deep sleep for several days.
With Felicitara’s fall, Angelica, as a direct dependent, had lost a massive amount of Faith Power. The small amount of Faith Power she had absorbed from the two sisters was not enough to let her fully recover to her prime.
During this time, her human form and even her giant dragon form would likely not be seen.
However, thinking about how she had been able to protect the last hope of her life during a moment of crisis today, it was all worth it.
The cat-dragon curled up and fell into a deep sleep. As the kin of Desorient’s strongest god, Angelica could use Felicitara’s Faith Power as mental nourishment. It was a miraculous thing, so she wasn’t hungry at all.
The future of this continent would depend on these two little mistresses.
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