Who is this now?!
Carefully scrutinizing the newcomer, Karen noticed that this person bore no sign of identity whatsoever, shrouded in deep mystery, and from the way she appeared just now…was that teleportation?
Could it be an ultra-rare spatial element skill?!
“Aiya, this hair color…why do you suddenly look so cold and taciturn—”
“What did you come to me for?”
Before Omili could even finish her question, Truth interrupted her expressionlessly, afraid she would blurt out her Saintess identity.
So cute! Definitely a kuudere!
Omili didn’t mind being cut off at all. Instead, she gazed at Truth’s current appearance with eyes full of adoration.
Just a change of hair color and aura, and she’s a totally different person, a silent girl? Hehehe…
At that moment, Omili was itching to touch Truth’s hair and see if it felt any different:
“Can I touch your hair, little Truth—”
“Call me Master!” Truth interrupted Omili once again, not allowing her to speak her real name.
“Master?”
Omili was instantly dumbfounded. At the same time, this answer left Karen and the others even more bewildered.
One messenger had just left, and now another little girl appeared? Is this little one also a sixth tier?
Don’t tell me she’s ninth tier.
But to Omili, what Truth just said was heavenly music! What, Truth actually asked her to call her Master? So this is the kind of play she likes?!
Hehe, ordered to call a cute little loli “Master”—without hesitation, Omili pressed her knees together, squatted right in front of Truth, suppressing her inner excitement, and affectionately called out:
“Master~”
“Very good, very good.” Sure enough, this was the way to deal with her.
Truth conveniently patted Omili’s head and asked her why she was looking for her.
“There’s something rather important I need to discuss with you, so I need to borrow a bit of your time. It’ll be quick.”
Omili blinked, signaling that she didn’t want Karen and the others to overhear this matter.
“All right.” Truth nodded as well.
“Hooray, some private time with Master!”
Omili leaned forward and hugged Truth. In the next instant, the spatial element activated again.
With the blink of an eye, the two of them vanished from the spot.
“What the—was that really a teleportation skill?!”
Anderson immediately stepped forward to check the spot where Truth and Omili had disappeared, but found nothing.
After all, with his abilities, he couldn’t sense any trace of spatial elements.
Then he and Karen discussed the origins of Truth’s “servant” for a while, but still came up with nothing.
However, Kovado, who had been quiet, seemed to have some idea about Omili’s identity:
“You two, have you ever read a book called ‘Southern Domain Chronicles’? The author is the famous bard Pala. Have you heard of it?”
“No.” Anderson and Karen shook their heads in unison. Why were they suddenly talking about books?
Read books? They became adventurers exactly because they didn’t want to read books!
“All right, I’ll make it short. That book recorded all sorts of strange things and people Pala encountered during her travels in the Southern Domain. The most memorable to me was when she saw an incredibly powerful Elementalist in Wangdu.”
That Elementalist could not only manipulate spatial power at will, but could also travel freely between reality and another mysterious world—going wherever she pleased.
Pala’s original words in the book were:
‘Even the gods couldn’t catch her.’
Because of this line, Kovado was deeply impressed by this Elementalist.
“Even the gods couldn’t catch her? Hiss—. Don’t tell me that magician just now—the one calling Ariel her master and letting Ariel pat her head—is the powerful Elementalist you mentioned…”
Karen’s face was full of disbelief.
“I didn’t want to believe it either, but mostly, that senior’s appearance was exactly as described in the book!”
Meanwhile, two kilometers away at a deserted altar ruin, Truth was brought over by Omili’s teleportation.
This seemed to be the territory of some powerful creature.
Truth looked around and quickly spotted, thanks to Omili’s presence, a huge centipede trembling in fear at a distance.
Tier 2 Ancient Ruins Instance BOSS—Crimson-Backed Centipede!
Huh? Omili actually brought her to a BOSS’s lair for a chat? This, Truth hadn’t expected—she thought they’d go to the Shadow Space instead.
Then Omili sat down on a sacrificial statue nearby, crossing her legs, and while admiring Truth, she said:
“The Goddess asked me to help you solve your bodyguard problem. As a Saintess, you must have at least two eighth-tier and one ninth-tier guards by your side, or you’ll be an easy target for Demons.”
“So, Master, do you have any requirements for your bodyguards?”
“From now on, don’t call me Master.” Truth replied seriously.
Being called Master by this woman was really degrading!
Then she began to think about the bodyguard issue.
“Eh, how can you be like this?!”
Omili was stunned. Just a moment ago she was getting patted on the head, and now a sudden change of face?!
Or…is this just playing hard to get with me?
Well, let’s try—after all, giving it a shot won’t get me killed.
So, while Truth was lost in thought, Omili cautiously leaned close to her ear and whispered:
“Master~”
Omili’s warm breath tickled Truth, sending shivers through her unprepared body, almost making her cry out:
“Nngh!”
Smack!
Without hesitation, Truth slapped Omili across the face. This damn woman!
But Omili was even happier. How could a mere first-tier Priest possibly hurt her?
The slap was more of an insult than anything else, so…
To be humiliated by a pink-haired little loli today—how delightful… Omili covered her face and let out a silly giggle.
At this, Truth realized she really had no way of dealing with this woman.
No matter what she did, it only felt like a reward to her… Can’t these loli-cons just go die already?!
Better just get this business done and kick her out:
“As for the bodyguard issue, I’ve decided I don’t want any. That’s it. Court is dismissed.”
“What? No way!”
Omili flatly refused Truth:
“Didn’t Aisia tell you about what happened to the Eighth Saintess? Aren’t you afraid you’ll get kidnapped by Demons one day, gagged and spanked with a soft whip, and then brainwashed until you’re just a lewd Saintess wagging her tail on the ground begging Master for love, ah hehehe…”
As she spoke, Omili once again fell into her own fantasy, until Truth, suppressing her anger, stepped on her with a blank expression:
“Hiss—sorry!”
Wiping the drool from her mouth, Omili finally spoke seriously again:
“In any case, because of the Demons, you absolutely must have bodyguards protecting you at all times!”
“And what if I say that even without bodyguards, those Demons still couldn’t take me?” Truth also showed a meaningful smile.
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