Three days later.
The *Starlight Lily of the Valley*, having been refitted and reorganized, remained docked at the Fengxiang Town wharf for a period of rest and maintenance before continuing its journey toward the Frontline Battle Zone.
The Fall of the Demon King was a monumental event. Whether they were Humans or Demons, no one could quite believe that a Demon King would die so easily.
Vyea did not head to the Frontline. Instead, she disembarked at the Fengxiang Town wharf.
The Demons at the Frontline were already a disorganized mess, and they became even more so after losing their Demon King. It wouldn’t be long before the war between the Humans and Demons reached its conclusion.
It was only a pity that those Masked Men hadn’t been wiped out in one fell swoop… The leader of the Masked Men, Withered Mask, had already begun planning his escape the moment Vyea appeared on the battlefield and engaged the Demon King.
To prevent falling into a trap and causing more trouble for Vyea, Rotissa had refrained from pursuing them blindly without knowing the enemy’s trump cards.
However, according to Rotissa, she had already reported the matter to the higher-ups. The Human leadership would handle it and provide them with an explanation.
Of course, Vyea didn’t hold much hope for this so-called explanation.
Over the past few days, the streets of Fengxiang Town had begun to regain their vitality. Many shops had reopened, and the patrolling soldiers no longer carried that heavy, oppressive air of an impending storm.
After disembarking yesterday evening, Vyea had taken the still-unconscious Aiselyn to the Santa Catavania Monastery.
Once Aiselyn was settled, Vyea had tirelessly gone to the Dean of the monastery to inquire if any young girls had fled into the city alone from the outskirts recently, or if there was any information regarding that black pig.
“Little Vyea, we have centrally relocated those refugees to the Refugee Camp. This is the register. Would you like to take a look?” The Old Dean, who had been notified by the Brave, was extremely hospitable.
“The register…”
Vyea, not holding much hope, took the small, yellowed booklet and began to flip through it quickly.
There were many names registered inside, but the name Jasmine was nowhere to be found.
‘Sigh, even if she really hid in the Refugee Camp, she would probably make up a new name for herself.’
Vyea let out a sigh, handed the booklet back to the Dean, and shook her head.
“Are you certain there are no other paths?”
“The Refugee Camp provides free food and temporary housing. As long as someone has gone there to receive food, their name is recorded in our register,” the Old Dean explained slowly. “If the person you are looking for isn’t on the register, then they likely haven’t entered the city, or they are hiding somewhere within it…”
“Is that so? Then can you take me to the Refugee Camp to have a look?”
“Of course, respected Vyea. Do you need us to prepare a Carriage for you?”
“Yes… the faster, the better.”
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The Refugee Camp was massive. Even with the assistance of official personnel, Vyea spent an entire night searching.
After a whole night of finding nothing, she could only return empty-handed.
It seemed she still had to start with that woman, Herkate.
By the time she returned to the monastery from the Refugee Camp, dragging her exhausted body, it was already 4:00 AM. She went to the infirmary to check on Aiselyn, who was still unconscious. After confirming that she hadn’t missed anything, Vyea found a chair in the infirmary and drifted off to sleep.
The sun rose.
The sunlight fell upon the fast-asleep Slime girl.
Vyea, leaning against the chair, suddenly startled awake. She reached up to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth and hurriedly stood up to check the Time.
It was already past 8:00 AM!
‘Darn… I planned to wake up before the Nun arrived. I guess I overslept.’
Aiselyn was lying on the hospital bed. Her medicine and red bandages had already been changed by a Nun an hour ago, yet Vyea hadn’t noticed the process at all.
Vyea stretched her stiff limbs, trying her best to overcome the limp, sluggish feeling in her body. Looking at the Elf Girl on the bed, who was wrapped up like a mummy, she let out a faint sigh.
“Get well soon.”
Leaving the infirmary, Vyea intended to see the Dean once more before continuing her search plan.
Back in Antler City, that pink-haired shorty had told her that the Dean of the monastery was the overall person in charge of matters regarding the search for the person and the pig. If she encountered any problems during her search, she could ask the Dean.
She knocked on the Dean’s door.
“Enter.”
The Old Dean didn’t seem surprised by Vyea’s arrival. He simply smiled and gestured toward the steaming bread and Milk on the table.
“Little Vyea, would you like to have some?”
Vyea said, “…”
“It’s fine. This was prepared for you anyway. I hope you like it. No matter how many things you have to do, you still need to eat.” The Old Dean chuckled and continued to look down at the documents in his hand. “Besides, I happen to have something to tell you. Let’s talk while you eat.”
‘Something to tell me?’ Vyea was stunned. “What is it?”
The Old Dean closed the documents. “It concerns that black pig you are looking for.”