“Is everything you said true? Does Truth really have a way to fool your Eye of Guilt?!”
Inside the dungeon, Aisia was squatting with her legs crossed in front of Rachel’s cage, listening intently as Rachel recounted everything about Truth—from their chance encounter and arrest to being hunted down.
It seemed Truth possessed quite a bit of ancient knowledge, even capable of countering the Eye of Guilt.
And she actually volunteered to let Rachel spy on her?
Aisia found it hard to believe. Who would willingly expose their weakness to someone else?
Besides, Rachel had doubted Truth all along, even though she was the goddess’s appointed Saintess.
“Although your story is coherent, I still don’t believe it. I think you’re only saying these things because you’re afraid I’ll exile you,” Aisia continued.
She had wanted to ask Truth about the spying before coming to the dungeon, but judging by how murderous Truth looked, she had decided against it.
“I know most people won’t believe what I say, but I must warn you seriously: there’s definitely a big secret about Truth!”
Rachel said firmly. Aisia nodded slightly in understanding—of course, she knew Truth had acquired some powerful ancient opportunity in the Deya underground labyrinth.
This immediately made Rachel panic a little.
Why was this so different from what she had expected? Wasn’t the Sixth Saintess Aisia supposed to be extremely curious about the unknown, especially energetic and carefree in private?
She had just said Truth had a secret, and yet Aisia showed no interest… Could the intel from the demon hunters in the capital be wrong?
No, maybe the Sixth Saintess already knew the secret about Truth. She needed to think of another way to catch her interest, or else she’d really be exiled!
“Ah… right, did you know? Truth might actually suffer from dissociative identity disorder. You didn’t believe she voluntarily let me spy on her, right? Actually, it was her Second Personality that came out then. Later, after you arrived, she returned to normal!”
“Oh? Really?”
Aisia’s interest piqued. She wondered whether Rachel was lying or had suddenly recalled some detail.
“Absolutely! If you give me a chance, I promise I can show you a different side of Truth!”
Rachel guessed that Aisia probably didn’t yet know about Truth’s mischievous private side, so she wanted to create an information gap to make Aisia believe her.
If she could buy some time, she might still have a chance to avoid exile!
Hmm? Aisia furrowed her brows slightly. She hadn’t studied interrogation methods and couldn’t tell if Rachel was lying, but Rachel’s words were certainly very tempting.
Aisia wanted to know if Rachel was lying—and more importantly, if Truth really did have a Second Personality.
If so, then Truth, like the First Saintess, would be an “uncontrollable” Saintess. She’d have to report this to the goddess immediately.
So Aisia rubbed her chin and appraised Rachel with keen interest, as if to establish some aura of authority:
“Hmph, woman, you’ve succeeded in catching my attention…”
But just like Truth, Rachel’s height was a disadvantage. Standing about a head taller, Rachel seemed quite whimsical. Saintesses really were all very adorable—and easily fooled…
Ten minutes later, Aisia agreed to temporarily keep Rachel around to prove that Truth had dissociative identity disorder.
If she was lying, she would be punished severely—not only exiled but stripped of all titles!
Then Aisia returned to the tent where Truth was supposed to be—and found she was missing…
Two minutes later, the entire camp’s emergency alarm rang out, scaring everyone into thinking the Watchtower’s traitors had attacked. But it was just the disappearance of the Saintess-in-waiting.
“This just got more serious!”
Cavell wiped cold sweat from his brow. Just as he was about to send people out for a search, Truth returned unharmed and in a surprisingly good mood.
No one expected that even after more than five hundred years, the dungeon near Watchtower remained exactly as before.
Probably because few adventurers had found the dungeon over the years—the entrance was indeed quite hidden.
Too bad this dungeon’s difficulty was only Rank Two, so it wasn’t much help to him.
Thinking this, Truth planned to tell Suna and Reg not to compete for small monsters around Deya City with other adventurers and instead rush to farm this dungeon.
Clearing it would raise their levels by at least two.
“Um… Miss Truth?”
Cavell just watched Truth pass right by him, and she waved her hand without stopping.
Her hand moved straight toward the tent. The soldier responsible for sounding the alarm gradually stopped it, and the previously restless camp quieted down again.
All that worry had been for nothing.
After a while, Cavell coldly scolded the guards on gate duty:
“How did you watch the gates well enough to let the Saintess-in-waiting leave alone? Don’t you know it’s dangerous out there right now?”
“I… we never saw her leave.”
The guards hurriedly defended themselves. They really hadn’t seen Truth go out…
“Truth, haven’t I told you not to run around?”
Inside the tent, seeing Truth return safe and sound, Aisia immediately stepped forward and vigorously rubbed Truth’s face. Truth wasn’t one to back down—she squeezed Aisia’s rather flat chest in return.
Hmm… this feeling was oddly familiar. Where had she felt this before? Ah, of course—it was the feel of her own chest… Impossible!
“Wah!”
Aisia’s previously tense face instantly flushed bright red. On her chest, Truth’s not-so-clean hands kept kneading, stimulating her sensitive spots, causing Aisia to involuntarily rise onto her tiptoes.
Fortunately, she pushed Truth away just in time, or she might have let out some strange cry.
“Pervert!”
Aisia covered her chest and shouted. That Saintess-in-waiting was just like the Sixth Saintess, liking to bite, and apparently just as lustful as the Fifth Saintess!
“Eh~ Why so stingy? You touched my face first,” Truth said gleefully, watching the little girl’s red face.
“Are those the same?!”
“But my face is sensitive too.”
“Eh? Really? Th-then… sorry.” Aisia immediately bowed. Truth’s face was a sensitive spot too—who would’ve thought? She was at fault.
Truth took the opportunity to pat Aisia’s head:
“If you say a few good things about me in front of the goddess, I’ll forgive you.”
Aisia felt something was off.
The goddess… right, she nearly forgot to check Truth’s Saintess etiquette!
Remembering this important matter, Aisia suddenly stood up, stepped back two paces, and straightened her petite frame. Her long blue hair braided into a twill bounced, and her Saintess robes shimmered like flowing moonlight silk.
She confidently pushed her chest slightly forward and naturally moved her hands to perform a very elegant chest-out salute.
At that moment, a Platinum Halo quietly illuminated above her head, giving her an ethereal charm tinged with divine cuteness.
Aisia performed the meeting etiquette from the Saintess rituals toward Truth.
Hmph, as a senior, my moves are absolutely flawless. Now it’s the junior’s turn.
If Truth had studied the Saintess etiquette seriously, she would definitely understand the meaning of Aisia’s movements and return to the same meeting etiquette—except without the Platinum Halo.
The Platinum Halo symbolized the Life Saintess’s identity. As a Saintess-in-waiting, Truth didn’t have it yet.
Come on, let me test how well you’ve learned! Aisia thought.
Unfortunately, Truth hadn’t learned any Saintess etiquette at all. She only saw someone suddenly puff out her chest in front of her, so her little hands went straight back to her own small chest:
“Well, well, quite the proactive one.”
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