“What is that guy doing…?”
In a dark corner of Deya City, Truth was quietly watching everything—from the Eighth-Rank Protector and the Seventh-order Priest inside the carriage to the Blasphemer and the Demon Hunter. She saw it all.
But compared to these unremarkable individuals, Truth was more interested in Little Mist, who was struggling so hard…
To maintain the Group Mist Healing Technique, Little Mist kept taking High-grade Magic Recovery Potions from the Priestling beside her and gulping them down.
“Goodness, as expected of the Holy Maiden, she’s pushing herself so hard!” the Priestling murmured in awe, handing over the potions even faster.
It took Little Mist about ten seconds to drink one Magic Recovery Potion, and each potion extended the Mist Healing Art’s duration by roughly ten seconds.
That meant as long as Little Mist could keep drinking potions continuously, the Mist Healing Art could be sustained forever!
Unfortunately, the idea was beautiful, but reality was harsh.
By the time she downed the fourth recovery potion in a row, Little Mist felt her head starting to spin…
That was a side effect of most potions—similar to drinking too much alcohol.
Drinking too many potions could make you “drunk.” But that wasn’t the biggest crisis for Little Mist right now. Her biggest crisis was:
‘What do I do? I’ve drunk too much, I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to… pee myself!’
After downing over ten recovery potions in a row, Little Mist couldn’t help trembling all over.
She even let out a small hiccup. She didn’t dare to lightly touch her stomach for fear of accidentally letting the floodgates open.
‘No, I can’t hold it much longer!’
Maintaining the Mist Healing Art for five minutes, Little Mist’s desire for a toilet had reached its peak.
But if she fled now, what would happen to these critically injured patients?
There weren’t enough Priests on hand, and the reinforcements from the Academy still needed some time to arrive…
What if… she just did it right here?
It seemed like a feasible plan, but relieving herself in front of others like that—wasn’t it a terribly shameful act in human eyes?
And she herself thought it was embarrassing.
‘Forget it, I don’t care anymore. Once we swap back, the embarrassment will be Truth’s, not mine!’ With that thought, Little Mist resolved herself and prepared to do it right there…
“How dare you?!”
Suddenly, Truth’s voice rang in Little Mist’s mind, startling her. The urine that had been on the verge of bursting instantly retreated.
“Mmn…” Little Mist let out a pained whimper and pressed her thighs together.
She couldn’t believe that Truth had been watching nearby the whole time, letting her suffer without helping. How infuriating!
Actually, it wasn’t that Truth didn’t want to help.
The main issue was that after Little Mist activated the Saintess Anklet, the Goddess of Life’s curious gaze followed right after, making it really hard for Truth to act…
So why didn’t this girl just go to the bathroom? Leaving for a moment wouldn’t kill the injured!
“I’m about to… lose it… Hic!” A slightly tipsy Little Mist stopped taking the recovery potions from the Priestling. She bent forward slightly, her face flushed red. That hiccup seemed to have caused a single drop to leak out.
She really couldn’t hold it anymore…
“Sigh, I’ll help her a little. Otherwise, it’ll be me who gets embarrassed later. Plus, I don’t want to leave Little Mist with a psychological scar. I’ll need her to help me level up in the future.”
Now Truth was certain: Little Mist’s actions indeed added experience points for her.
Although Little Mist was currently healing only commoners, if the numbers added up, the experience would still increase by a decent chunk.
So it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have Little Mist help with power-leveling from now on?
Every little bit counts. So Truth began to act. But just then, a Priest wearing a special style of robe and appearing to be of a very high rank appeared beside Little Mist.
The Priest’s ocean-blue high ponytail swung rhythmically as she walked, and the white cape on her shoulder, embellished with seven stars, was very eye-catching.
“The Holy Maiden seems unwell. Help her back to rest first. I’ll handle things here,” said Chief Priest Kashan to the Priestling behind Little Mist. Then she waved the Magic Wand at her waist.
As Little Mist’s Mist Healing Art could no longer be sustained, a dazzling flash of Holy Attribute light flew out from the tip of Kashan’s Magic Staff and hovered above all the wounded.
Under the Saintlight’s radiance, the injured people’s icy feelings were instantly replaced by a slightly searing warmth.
After just a few breaths, most of the injured were restored to perfect health under Kashan’s Seventh-order Holy Light Healing Technique:
“Saintlight! It’s Saintlight! Is the Goddess of Life protecting us?!”
Compared to Little Mist’s Mist Healing Art, the Holy Light Healing Technique was actually the mainstream in this world.
After all, in people’s current understanding, the Goddess of Life was the world’s only Priest deity.
“Holy Maiden… let me help you back to the Cathedral to rest…” The Priestling tried to support Little Mist, but the latter quickly refused:
“Don’t touch me first! I… I’ll go back on my own!”
If her body got touched even a little, she might lose control. So Little Mist staggered off alone toward the Cathedral, planning to thank the senior Priest who had helped her later.
“Toilet… toilet…”
Every step Little Mist took was a huge challenge. She couldn’t determine how much longer she could hold on.
But the Cathedral’s door was already within sight, then the back door, and then the toilet door…
After swiftly weaving past the disciples taking shelter at the Cathedral entrance, Little Mist covered her lower body with both hands and anxiously slammed the back door open with her shoulder.
After two more turns, she finally saw the toilet and her eyes lit up:
“The toilet!”
Victory was right in front of her. Little Mist took bigger strides.
But just when she was less than three meters from the toilet door, her foot suddenly tripped over something, causing her to lose balance and fall forward:
“Nngh!”
The moment her forehead hit the ground, Little Mist curled up in fright, not daring to make any big movements.
Because that fall had pushed her lower body to its limit…
No, I was so close to succeeding. I absolutely cannot fall here!
Trembling, Little Mist struggled to get up.
But just as she lifted her right foot, suddenly, a bare, fair little foot stretched out from beside her and lightly tripped her right in front of her face!
“Nn!” Along with a soft mocking laugh in her ear, Little Mist fell to the ground again.
“Who is it?!”
She had thought it was because she was too anxious that she fell, but it turned out someone was deliberately tripping her!
Right now, her identity was the Ninth Saintess. Who would dare to…
Eh? Truth?!
To Little Mist’s lower right, a silver-haired, pink-eyed girl stood straight, wearing a standard Priest robe, her expression mocking.