“So what you’re saying is, your companion was brainwashed by an ancient demon into becoming a vessel for a demon’s descent, and then even concealed it from the Goddess of Life and was chosen by her to become the Ninth Saintess, right?”
“Yes…”
Suna roughly repeated what she had told Vieno before, including the experience of being cruelly humiliated by the demon.
“What.”
“I see…” Vira nodded thoughtfully, seeming to have figured it out.
‘No wonder Vieno didn’t hesitate to send Wilona over to exchange for information. So the so-called Seeker Demon… no, so the so-called Hermit actually is an ancient mysterious being who keeps his word, never plays word games, and never kills people indiscriminately. His favorite thing to do is just play pranks.’
‘Compared to the real demons and the gods who only make empty promises today, the Hermit is practically an angel!’
“Suna, do you think it’s possible that the Hermit is not a demon, or perhaps an ancient existence similar to demons?” Vira asked.
“Well… I can’t be sure, so I’ve been researching.” Suna pointed to a few books about demons on the desk.
“Researched to the point of making direct contact with demons?” Vira continued.
This startled Suna, who stammered.
“Uh, Your Majesty, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“I can smell it, you know. The scent of a Shadow Demon on you.”
Vira tapped the table lightly with her index finger, causing Suna to break out in a cold sweat, not knowing how to respond.
Vira continued.
“When you contacted that Shadow Demon, your emotions were only slightly tense, not panicked like others. It seems you’ve been in contact with demons quite frequently.”
Vira has an unparalleled blessing skill—the ability to trace someone’s emotions from a certain period through their scent, even the emotions of gods.
Coupled with her feline natural sensitivity to scents… it’s no wonder she became the Empress of the Northern Empire.
With just this skill of tracing emotions, she could deduce the hidden thoughts of almost all the empire’s ministers, and now Suna was no different.
“I, I…” Suna really didn’t know how to explain that under the leadership of the Eighth Saintess, the demons wanted to use her to subvert the Ninth Saintess, thereby shaking the Goddess of Life’s rule and making Hell great again.
After a long silence, Suna finally forced out a few words.
“I have my reasons…”
“Heh.” Vira let out a soft cold laugh and asked.
“Then this reason of yours… will it cause trouble for the Northern Region?”
“No, it won’t!”
“Will it hurt Wilona?”
“No either!”
“And Truth?”
“Well… I don’t know…” Suna lowered her head again.
‘So demons, the Hermit, and the Goddess of Life are all inseparable…’ Vira thought.
‘If that’s the case, I shouldn’t interfere casually. Otherwise, if the big shots shake, my empire will totter.’
As for the matter of why Suna had the scent of Heavenfire Lord on her, she decided not to ask for now.
Since Heavenfire Lord hadn’t publicly revealed Suna’s existence, she shouldn’t meddle.
She would just let Suna stay in the academy and study slowly.
“Alright, that’s that.” Vira leaped gracefully off the table and walked toward the exit, saying to Suna without looking back.
“If you have any trouble in the future, go to my sister Vieno. She should know how to handle matters concerning the Hermit, Truth, and you.”
Ignoring the still bewildered Suna, after reaching the library exit, Vira said to Gadelia, who was guarding outside.
“Send out scouts to monitor all of Suna’s future activities. We can use her to track the movements of most demons in Snowveil City.”
“Understood!”
“Give it back, meow!”
In the Church of the Goddess of Life in Deya City, Wilona was so anxious that tears were spinning in her eyes.
She kept hopping around Truth, but couldn’t reach her, let alone snatch the Bone Flute from Truth’s hand.
“I sense this bone flute is very dangerous. It seems to have the aura of some powerful being on it, so this is not something a little cat can play with.”
Truth directly stuffed the bone flute into her palm to block its perception, preventing Wilona from summoning reinforcements.
“You!”
After trying to snatch it for three minutes, Wilona steeled herself and directly gave up on the bone flute, rushing out of the church.
But as soon as she turned and ran two steps, she felt a powerful impact from behind that pressed her to the ground.
Truth directly flipped Wilona over and sat on her, looking straight at her, asking curiously.
“Hey, why have you been particularly hostile to me since you first saw me?”
“Huh?!”
‘No way, this guy actually accuses me first?’
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to me in the Mist! Meow!” Wilona wiped a few tears from the corner of her eyes and said fiercely.
“Did what? Can you tell me?” Truth’s expression was still puzzled, looking very innocent.
“It’s that you killed a lot of people, and… and then grabbed me like this, and… and bit my ear, meow…”
As Wilona spoke, she suddenly felt ashamed.
Just describing it made her cheeks slightly red.
“Huh… I have no memory of that at all.” Truth put on a thoughtful expression, completely puzzled, then continued.
“Could it be that you mistook me for someone else? Look at me more carefully.”
Truth bent down slightly, her pink pupils only about five centimeters away from Wilona’s amethyst-like eyes.
Their breaths were close enough to cause Wilona a tingling sensation, making her unable to focus her thoughts.
“Don’t get so close, meow! Let me go first, meow!”
“No, you’ll run away. Not unless you first promise not to run, then sit down and tell me about someone impersonating me to kill people and bite your ear.”
“Impersonating you…”
Wilona was stunned again.
‘Oh, right, that is a possibility.’
‘First, the one sitting on me should be the Life Saintess. And the Life Saintess’s profession must be a priest with no attack skills. Moreover, a priest cannot summon monsters to attack others…’
Wilona still remembered the scene of that kidnapper being bitten by a pack of Mist Wolves, wailing like ghosts.
‘In other words, the one who bullied me back then might not be the Ninth Saintess Truth sitting on me, but a druid or some villain impersonating Truth?’
Thinking that, Wilona suddenly had an idea.
She drooped her cat ears and frowned as she said.
“Fine, I won’t run, but you have to first prove that you really are the Life Saintess, meow!”
The moment Wilona finished speaking, a Healing Mist appeared from Truth’s hand the next second, then adhered to the stinging scrapes caused by Wilona’s fall.
In the blink of an eye, the scrapes on her body were as if they had never existed.
Wilona only felt a cool sensation, very comfortable…
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