“My dear little ancestor, I beg you, could you please behave yourself for once? You even dare to get involved in something like this?”
Today, the Magic Court was especially lively.
Several renowned old Magicians, who had made names for themselves in the Human Race’s wars and were now highly respected, all rushed into the Sanctuary Hall, doing everything they could to drag the little witch back—looking every bit like a group of worried parents.
“And that Special Squad—do you really have to go?”
“Yes, I absolutely have to go.”
Vina nodded vigorously, looking deadly serious.
“If I don’t go back, there’s no point to my life.”
The old men were dumbfounded by her words.
They knew their own child’s personality, which made this all the more unbelievable.
“Is the Special Squad really that interesting?”
“The squad isn’t interesting—the people are.”
Vina folded her arms.
“Anyway, I’m definitely going back. If I don’t, there’s no meaning to living.”
At this moment, the Chief Magician remembered what she’d said last time, and his face showed a hint of surprise:
“That girl from last time—was she really your girlfriend? I thought you were joking…”
“I was joking.”
Vina tilted her little head.
“But she’s even more interesting to me than a girlfriend~”
Cathedral of Light, Cathedral, Purification Booth.
Leah had returned, her arms full of books, which she laid out one by one on the carpet.
“I’ve gone through the Case Files. They record some tricky Cases, many of which are similar to yours. Based on the different types, I’ve summarized two possible causes.”
She raised a slender, pale finger: “First, during the process of being tainted by Dark Aura, you also engaged in corresponding behaviors, and did so frequently, which accelerated the fusion and made Purification difficult.”
Ella blinked in confusion.
“For example, someone tainted by Violent Aura who kills people every day—after just a few days, the fusion is complete.”
Now that you put it that way, I get it.
Thinking about it, it really does fit me.
“I think that’s my situation.”
The pink-haired, big-busted girl sighed.
“That damned Demon King kept forcing me to do things for him, using Dark Magic to torment others, and that’s how I ended up like this. Sigh.”
Very miserable—a sense of being swept along by fate rose up in her heart.
Leah looked at her with a strange expression: “But, you’re tainted with Lustful Aura.”
Ella fell silent for a moment, then said seriously, “Then I must be the second case.”
Yet Leah’s gaze grew even stranger.
“The second case is when the victim is naturally compatible with Dark Aura itself. Like a butcher with slaughter, a gladiator with violence, and… a harlot with lust.”
Ella fell silent again, then spoke: “Is there a third case?”
“No, there isn’t.”
“Then I must be the first third case. I suggest you write it into the Case Files for future reference.”
She spoke with such conviction, as if supported by some sort of faith.
That being said, Leah actually agreed a little, because she also felt Ella didn’t fit either of the known cases.
After living together for so many days, she’d seen for herself how disciplined Ella was—no fooling around in bed, no “craftwork,” and her face was so pure.
Though her chest was a bit big, wasn’t Leah’s pretty big too?
As a fellow big-chested girl, Leah naturally felt the bigger, the more saintly.
“We have to get to the bottom of it before we write it into the Case Files,” Miss Saintess said earnestly.
“I’ll definitely figure it out!”
***
The carriage stopped at the post station, the wind in the city howling as the young girl’s ice-blue hair danced in the breeze.
The Garrison was resupplying in the city.
Celes easily found the Sentinel on duty, who led her into the military tent.
She’d expected to see her strict father, but instead, a woman rushed over and hugged her.
“Little Celes! Long time no see, let Mama give you a hug! Look at you, so thin… Well, not that thin, but it must be tough in that Special Squad.”
Celes let her mother, Selina, hug her for a while, then gently pushed her away.
“Mom, it’s not as bad as you say. Everyone in the squad is pretty nice.”
“Then why did you make such a big scene?”
Selina looked at her worriedly.
“I heard you almost got into a fight with the entire Royal Capital of Humanity’s army. Look at you—do you think just because you have the Sword Saint title you can go undefeated everywhere? Even if you could, with so many people, you’d wear yourself out!”
Celes’s face flushed red, then turned pale.
She knew her mother was right, but in that heated moment, they were her companions—how could she just stand by?
“By the way, Mom, why are you here? Where’s Dad?”
“Your dad’s still busy. I knew his march would pass through here, and I figured you’d definitely come, so of course I had to come see you.”
Selina pulled her daughter down to sit in the tent, smoothing out her hair.
“Tell me all about what you’ve been up to. For you all to make it this far together, you must be getting along really well.”
***
A few days passed in a flash.
Leah became determined to solve Ella’s problem, not wanting to let down her title as Saintess.
“I’m the best Saintess in the Church’s history. There’s nothing I can’t solve!”
These past few days, she tried every method she could think of, showering Ella with countless Blessings and Prayers, letting the pink-haired, big-busted girl enjoy massages around the clock.
Besides the traditional methods, Leah was determined to innovate, pondering special approaches—bursts of inspiration often striking her in the Purification Booth.
This day, following Leah’s instructions, Ella clipped a delicate Miniature Solar Disk to her chest, recited the “Hymn of the Goddess of Light” twice, and found it rather dull.
“Maybe we should just stop. I don’t think it’s having any effect, and usually I don’t even…”
“No, it will have an effect!”
Leah’s beautiful eyes widened.
“You just can’t feel it yet, because you haven’t reached that point, and you’re only living with other girls. But once you do, something really scary will happen.”
Ella forced a smile.
“Really? I don’t feel anything at all.”
“It will! I’m telling you, it’s like… oh, you know Incense of Arousal, right? Just a little, and after breathing it in, people will… um, hmm?”
Suddenly, Leah heard a ‘ding dong’ in her head, as if struck by a brilliant idea.
“I have an idea! Tomorrow I’ll get some Incense of Arousal, and we’ll see if our Human Race medicine and the Demon Race’s aura produce the same effect. Maybe then we can find a solution!”
Heavens, she felt so clever—no previous Saintess would ever have thought of this!
Ella yawned lazily, but snorted coldly in her heart.
Incense of Arousal?
Hmph, just some low-level tech and rough tricks.
We of the Demon Race use Succubus Secret Essence—biotechnology, leagues above those humans who only know how to use drugs.
Victory!