Chapter 9: You, Woman, Are Far Too Vulgar

Aililan narrowed her eyes slightly.

This Vice-captain’s loyalty is certainly evident!

It seems her eyes see only her lover Fina Nisi, and not the person she is truly supposed to serve, doesn’t it?

She wasn’t angry, after all, there’s nothing to get upset about with someone who’s already become someone else’s shadow.

Aililan spoke in a calm tone: “First, the sages of the Chanting Church once said: Do not think that just because only one person needs saving, you shouldn’t offer your help.”

“Second, healing the sick and saving lives is one of the top ten doctrines of the Chanting Church. Vice-captain Pella, your awareness still has room for improvement! Don’t let me think your faith in the Church is lacking in devotion, otherwise I wouldn’t mind reporting this matter to the Grand Knight Commander.”

Finally.

Aililan turned her gaze to Fina Nisi and asked in puzzlement: “Are you waiting for me here because you have something to say? Or do you, like Vice-captain Pella, believe that saving just one person is a waste of your efforts?”

Fina Nisi quietly stuffed the gift box she was about to take out back into her arms, and uncomfortably denied it, saying, “It’s nothing, really. I was just a little worried since you hadn’t returned, but now that you’re back, it’s fine.”

Aililan waved her hand and said, “If that’s the case, I’ll go rest first.”

After Aililan left.

Fina Nisi shot a vicious glare at Pella. It was all this hateful woman’s fault, making her lose face in front of Aililan.

The more she looked at Aililan, the more she felt her holiness and nobility, and the more restless her heart grew.

But looking back at Pella?

She instantly lost all interest.

This woman is far too vulgar.

“Captain~~”

Pella called out coyly, but was glared at by Fina Nisi again, so she could only walk away sullenly, feeling a trace of resentment in her heart. Clearly… Clearly when they were *** together before, the Captain wasn’t like this!

At the same time, she blamed Aililan for her reprimand.

Whenever she thought of Aililan’s lofty appearance,

Pella couldn’t help but snort coldly, muttering inwardly, “What’s so arrogant about her? Just wait till the Captain conquers her—when you’re serving the Captain, let’s see how long you can keep up that haughty front, hmph.”

Inside a certain room.

Aililan sat upright at her desk.

On it were books borrowed from the Sanctuary Library, as well as her own notes and insights on economics and construction from another world.

Although she’d indeed transmigrated into a galgame, this was still a real world.

She couldn’t always be thinking about base matters, and with the Sanctuary sending her to Atester City, every time she thought of those six lovely Sisters, she couldn’t just think of it as Golden Plating—she genuinely wanted to achieve something.

Each of the Six Sisters of the Seven Virtues had accomplished glorious feats.

For now,

The most important thing in Atester City was economic development. When the economy is poor, crime rates inevitably rise; when the economy prospers, crime rates naturally fall.

“Economics, huh?”

Aililan felt a headache coming on.

Atester City’s tax quota to the upper levels couldn’t be reduced, which meant she could only increase revenue or cut spending.

Cutting spending would inevitably touch the interests of many, so the only choice was to expand income.

The next day.

After handling her official duties,

Aililan, as usual, headed for the Slums.

The twelve people summoned by Renata had already been waiting for some time, their loyalty beyond doubt.

“Everyone!”

“I’m sure Sun Knight Renata has already told you about the tasks ahead?”

“I know some of you may feel, given your noble status as knights, that you shouldn’t have to get involved in such dirty, degrading business.”

Aililan took a deep breath and spoke solemnly, “But what I want to tell you is, that idea is wrong.”

“Open your eyes and look around! There are gambling addicts, drunkards, prostitutes, and countless poor souls forced to sell their children out of poverty.”

“Perhaps before I arrived, this place was in ruin.”

“But I hope that after I’m here, this place can become a paradise.”

“What I want you to remember is, you’re not fighting with filthy gang members; you are striving for the Great Cause of the Church.”

Aililan’s words carried great conviction, and immediately defined the nature of their task.

This was not some foolish gang fight, it was a battle for the Great Cause of the Church!

The Twelve Knights were indeed moved.

Aililan continued.

“If one day,

when you grow old, I hope you can still stand tall, and proudly tell everyone: Your entire life and all your efforts were devoted to the grandest cause in the world, fighting for the cause of the Chaste Saintess Aililan.”

‘Roar!’

‘Roar roar!!’

The Twelve Knights responded in unison.

They were only supposed to deal with some insignificant gangs, but this damned, epic speech—what on earth was it?!

Even Renata and Milisanel were stirred, their hearts surging with passion.

They really felt that today, either the gangs would beat them to death, or they would wipe out every last gang member.

【Saintess Aililan, please give us your command!】

【I can’t wait to beat up a few gang members right now.】

【I thought we were just fighting a few small-time punks! Who knew it was actually for the sake of the Saintess’ cause—what a misunderstanding on my part, I am guilty, wuwuwu!】

【I feel filled with strength now.】

【Me too! I feel like I can take down at least three little punks with a single punch.】

【I can handle four.】

【……】

Aililan pressed her hand down, smiling with satisfaction, and said, “Alright, alright. Your task now is to unify all the gangs in the Slums.”

“In three days, I want there to be only one voice in the Slums—and that is the voice of the Chaste Saintess Aililan.”

“In ten days, I want every unregulated Black Market transaction to vanish without a trace.”

“And here I promise you, within at most two months, you’ll see the Slums transformed, and witness with your own eyes how light knows no poverty or wealth, and even the lowest Slums will be bathed in radiance.”

“And all of this will be inseparable from your hard work and struggle.”

“You are the rays of light cast into darkness, you are the true brilliance of the Church.”

“This is!”

“The promise I, Aililan, make to you all!”

Renata seemed fired up as well: “Saintess Aililan, I also want to…”

Before she could finish, the Rose Knight Milisanel glared at her and reminded sternly, “Don’t forget, protecting Saintess Aililan’s safety is our most important duty.”

Then she quickly signaled the Twelve Knights with her eyes, urging them to get to work.

Everyone responded in unison, and soon scattered into the slums of tens of thousands. Their goal: to strike down all dark and evil forces and, within three days, make the Slums echo with only one voice.

That was the voice of Aililan.