Chapter 118: Please say thank you to Miss Saint~

In the fading light of dusk, in the Bal Arena.

Frida and Christine looked at each other.

The former squinted her eyes at the latter.

She thought she had utterly defeated Christine.

Why would she swear in the name of God?

Because Frida had concluded that Lov and Hall were not cousins.

She could tell from the way Lov looked at Hall, and from Lov’s performance.

It was all very strange.

Lov, this girl, was very much unlike a noble young lady, more like a maid.

As for Hall, he hadn’t fully disguised himself.

After running out of Saint Louis, a few signs of his past self were inadvertently revealed.

A few people had started to become suspicious during this period.

Hall and Lov were definitely not cousins.

Just the look in Lov’s eyes when she looked at Hall confirmed it.

And from the banquet until now, Lov’s performance was genuine.

This was her true nature.

This guy looked like he was settling down to be the Holy Son, but he was fundamentally a Black Knight captain.

Without some background, he certainly wouldn’t have been appointed.

And Hall’s alias, William Russell, suggested a connection to the Russell family.

At first, she thought the Holy Son was a relative of the Russell family, which would be logical.

But when she saw Lov’s name, she knew this was a fake identity.

She couldn’t judge the true situation, so she wanted to gain more information about Hall through Christine.

The Holy Son and the Angel had both lost their memories.

And the current Holy Son and Angel’s relationship should not be as close as before.

She had wanted to poach Christine a few years ago.

The trust between the two was unparalleled.

This made Frida use all her cunning.

Oh, and of course, initially, she was intrigued by the little guy whose gaze always lingered on her cleavage and the slit of her skirt.

Unfortunately, Frida had acted reserved at the time, hinting that she would give him everything he wanted if he submitted to her.

But later, Christine and Mandosha Flower had arrived in the Bal Empire, and the Holy Son had become indifferent to her.

In terms of figure and appearance, Frida was confident she was inferior to no human woman.

She was a natural human succubus, but unfortunately, Christine and Mandosha Flower had teamed up to scheme against him.

Oh, no, that’s not right.

It was probably Christine and Mandosha Flower who had teamed up against him.

In Frida’s eyes, the Holy Son, although capable, was inferior to Christine and Mandosha Flower.

With the two sisters teaming up, the Holy Son would surely be helpless.

Sigh…

Thinking about it now, Frida regretted it deeply.

She should have just let him enter her bed the first time she saw him.

She was too careless.

She knew that the young man’s gaze was much deeper than his peers’, and she had never expected that this guy had two such affectionate girls by his side.

Now that Hall had lost his memory, she wanted to continue executing her plan from that year: let the Holy Son fall completely for her, and train him to become a Holy Son who served only her.

Christine’s statement also reached her ears.

She thought to herself, ‘Could Hall and Lov really be cousins?’

Christine’s high divinity…

Not to mention her amnesia.

So Frida continued.

“Saintess Candidate Christine, your statement is very suspicious.”

But Christine just raised her right hand.

The blonde girl in the pure white Saintess robe, under the dim light, did not show any sign of fear or deceit.

She just said, word by word.

“By the name of Christine, and my Lord above, I swear a promise to Frida of Bal, that William Russell and Lov Russell are indeed cousins. If I break this oath, may the fire of the heavens consume me.”

…

Christine’s statement silenced the entire arena.

Frida didn’t know what to say.

But the aura emanating from the blonde girl at that moment was incredibly profound and powerful, reminiscent of the oath she had made with a girl by the lakeside in the capital of Bal, under the blood-red moonlight, long ago.

Christine was obviously fragile, but she had nothing to fear.

This girl, from beginning to end, was [Angel].

She had an unshakable faith.

Frida found it very interesting.

‘Could Miss Lov really be his cousin?’

If Christine were to lie, leaving aside whether she would really be consumed by heavenly fire, she would surely be abandoned by the Lord.

Her final end in history would be nothing but misery, often becoming a plaything for the powerful.

Lov was stunned.

She thought to herself, what was Christine’s tolerance level?

Hall was also stunned for a moment.

He had never expected that Christine would publicly use this to lie.

Maria and Lov had similar thoughts.

Maria thought, ‘What kind of bewitching elixir did this man give Lady Christine?’

But Christine herself was very clear.

She knew that lying in her heart would cause serious problems.

But the voice in her heart told Christine that she couldn’t lose to Frida.

That voice told her that she couldn’t lose to Frida.

This meant that it was possibly the Lord speaking, so lying in the name of the Lord should be fine.

In any case, she couldn’t lose to Frida.

The sound of Hall’s voice was very similar to the Lord’s instruction.

If it was the Lord’s instruction, then lying was fine.

“Then I will see you tomorrow, Frida!”

“The blessing ceremony is tomorrow night at seven. The location is the square outside the Sigurd Cathedral. Since the schedule states you will end your Bal Empire tour after one month of patrolling, you won’t need to expend too much energy tomorrow.”

“Miss Christine, your first blessing ceremony is outside the Sigurd Cathedral.”

Frida said these words and left.

Christine simply nodded, indicating that she understood.

It was only when Frida left that Hall let out a sigh of relief.

The other four people were staring at him with wide eyes.

To be honest, Maria and Lov were both willing to help Hall like this.

Hall didn’t ask much and walked on the road.

Christine also didn’t say anything.

It was only when the four of them returned to the Sigurd Cathedral that the black-haired youth said.

“Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For what happened just now.”

Her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered gently in the dim light.

“Then why don’t you ask me why I helped you?”

Christine’s phrasing was always very targeted.

Christine asked many questions.

Asking so many questions was certainly troublesome.

But Christine didn’t quite understand why Hall was so troublesome.

“Why?”

“Can’t you guess yourself? Hehe~”

In reality, Hall didn’t want trouble, but she was forcing him to ask.

So he answered perfunctorily.

Hall looked at her, especially the sincerity in her smile, which was very good.

“Young Master Hall is so smart. His personality is just like that.”

The moment he smiled, Hall had to find a way to deal with her.

He knew she wanted to help him, but he couldn’t.

He knew Christine’s purpose for helping him, because the Angel had once said that she would pay a great price to help him.

“I can’t guess. But if someone were to ask, what could make you violate your Lord, and it wouldn’t be bad for me, why would you take such a big risk?”

This sentence was very interesting.

Christine made a scoffing expression, signaling him not to say any more.

Of course, Hall knew that saying this was boring.

He was doing it on purpose.

“Mm.”

“Then what should I say?”

But she had to think.

Christine had paid a great price to help him.

But now, Christine should have also lost her memory, just like him, right?

He knew he shouldn’t doubt her, but the information was too little.

In his opinion, the reason why she had lost her memory was still questionable.

“Just be grateful to the benevolent Lady Christine.”

“Oh?”

Hall’s answer did not satisfy Christine.

“Baron Hall, you seem to lack sincerity.”

“Lady Christine.”

Hall frowned.

She said.

“What would count as sincerity?”

Whether it was sincere or not, it was not something he could say.

She wouldn’t understand.

Why would this guy be as conflicted about this as a little girl?

She was deliberately teasing him again, this fun-loving Saintess.

Hall couldn’t help but think.

“Baron Hall, since you’ve said that, you know Christine wouldn’t ask you to kiss her toes. As for whether it’s the left foot or the right foot, the big toe or the little toe, I’ll let you choose yourself.”

“To kneel down and kiss my toes with a knight’s courtesy. This is outside the Sigurd Cathedral. What if a member of the clergy saw it? Wouldn’t that be a bit too much?”

Although Christine was the type who was naturally radiant and clean, Hall showed a look of speechlessness.

There was no way she could be completely free of any strange smell.

If this were an anime, she would definitely do it, but this was the Sigurd Cathedral.

But kissing Christine’s toes, Hall knew Christine wouldn’t ask him to kiss her toes.

As for whether it was the left foot or the right foot, the big toe or the little toe, he was letting him choose himself.

Oh, no.

As a gesture of gratitude.

He couldn’t refuse this, could he?

The blonde girl smiled lazily.

Hall felt that he had fallen into a trap.

She was deliberately saying something impossible first.

Just like that classic famous saying.

“If you argue for the removal of the roof, they will ask you to open a window here. Everyone will agree to open a window.”

Since Christine had helped him.

He had to be the one to open the window.

Alright.

He pulled Christine’s slender hand to his chest and then kissed the back of her hand.

How to put it?

A refreshing and pure fragrance.

“You don’t seem to like my hand very much.”

“How could that be?”

“Then praise it.”

“How can I praise it, Lady Christine?”

Her fingers were extremely nimble.

“Oh~ you can’t praise it? Then kiss it again.”

Hall chose to kiss it again.

He couldn’t continue this kind of flirting.

This was a crime.

A real crime.

The Judgment Bureau would definitely come for him.

“Oh, you’re boring, Baron Hall. Why don’t you treat me like the other noble young ladies? Are you not good at flirting?”

“You’re a Saintess Candidate, Lady Christine. If you think your life is not very important, I’ll risk my life to accompany you.”

“Ah… then forget it.”

Christine stood under the cathedral’s light.

Her hands were crossed behind her back.

“Right? You’re afraid of dying too.”

He had tried to make her less awkward.

But Christine only said.

“I’m not afraid of dying. But I’m afraid you will die.”

Her tone was a bit playful, and it was hard to tell if she was being sincere.

“Archbishop Otto, have you confirmed the location of the cultists?”

“Yes, I have confirmed the location. It’s actually near West Town.”

“Is that so? It seems a bit far.”

“I’m going to act now. You should be quick. Go to West Town. She might go to her hometown.”

Archbishop Otto was not staying at the Sigurd Cathedral.

He was staying at another church in the imperial capital.

But this made his mission easier to execute.

This mission was important because this small town had been built with money from the Saint Gregory family.

It was one of their faction’s strongholds in the Bal Empire.

The purpose of their trip to the Bal Empire was twofold.

One was to have Ilora preach, but this mission was basically ruined.

The second was to investigate the orphanage where Christine had lived as a child, and the details of that big fire.

Actually, when Archbishop Otto first received this mission, he thought it was a bit incredible.

Investigating what was good about the orphanage where Christine used to live.

But later, when he checked the relevant documents in the Church’s library, he found that there were many suspicious points.

Especially regarding Christine’s life story.

Christine was an orphan, everyone knew that.

But the record of the orphanage fire stated that there was another girl who had survived with Christine.

There was very little information about this girl, and her name had never appeared in the records.

The priests who had gone to record the incident had not been negligent in this matter.

The people of the Church were usually very meticulous.

What was even more ridiculous was what followed.

In the subsequent records, it looked very detailed.

But the church where Christine was saved was in a somewhat remote location.

Otto remembered that it was a huge church in a mountain basin, in the north of the Papal State.

It was a remote area with constant fog, and its presence was not strong.

The purpose of the Papal State establishing a town there was twofold.

One was to provide a gathering place for the local residents, and the second was to assert the Papal State’s ownership of that mountainous territory.

If Christine had been saved from the big fire in the Bal Empire, why wasn’t she saved by the local Church forces of the Bal Empire?

Instead, she was raised in that unknown small town thousands of miles away.

Archbishop Otto had an idea.

He suspected two things at the moment.

One was that Cardinal Roan had spotted Christine’s extraordinary divinity even before the fire at the orphanage, and had immediately cold-processed her and transferred her.

The other was that this information was fabricated.

Fabricating information documents was common within the Church, after all, it was to stabilize the people’s faith in the Church.

At the height of the conflict between the imperial power and the Church.

The Church had once assassinated a monarch, but these monarchs were mostly branded as heretics and tyrants who had colluded with the Demon Lords or secretly funded cultists to slaughter their own people.

Within the Church, there was a special department for this.

Each of them was an expert in telling stories.

Archbishop Otto, considering Cardinal Saint Gregory’s instructions.

Couldn’t help but think of another possibility.

Why did the orphanage have a big fire?

Could it have been deliberately set by someone?

It wasn’t a new thing.

It was all for the faith of the Church.

Archbishop Otto thought about it repeatedly, but the Church’s own documents really couldn’t convince him.

He could only send his deputy knight captain, Arjo, to investigate in person.

But this had to be done before Christine.

After all, Archbishop Malik…

“I’ll set off tonight, Your Grace.”

A deputy knight captain saluted Archbishop Otto at the early morning meeting the day after tomorrow.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something strange about the information I just received. The number of high-level blood-suckers in the capital is very high, and the imperial family is surprisingly tolerant of it.”

It was no news that the royal family and nobles of the Bal Empire were colluding with the vampires.

It wasn’t worth making a fuss over, and the Church didn’t need to deal with it.

The biggest problem now was the suspicious points in this matter.

The competition for the papacy, and the war against the East.

If they were to ally with the Demon Lords, it would greatly delay the war’s progress.

“Your Grace is right. Then go quickly and come back quickly. So many unbelievable things are happening around Christine.”

He also thought of Ilora’s attack at the Saint Olan family’s residence.

He couldn’t help but think, ‘It would be great if Christine was attacked too.’

“We must reach Bal as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Hall woke up from his dream, vaguely feeling a strange touch.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Lov by the bed, holding Hall’s bathrobe, staring blankly at him.

The morning air was thick, and Hall smelled a certain fragrance.

Hall reached his hand under the blanket to grope for something.

The morning attack.

Lov’s face.

“Are you alright, Lov?”

Faced with the little maid’s face in her pink and white bathrobe, he should have been “excited” for a moment.

But at this moment, he just patted Lov.

Because the little maid’s eyes were closed.

Hall, he’s really not coming back!

Himan had been sitting in the main hall of the Faxtius estate for a full twenty-four hours.

She had returned to the Faxtius estate at ten o’clock last night, and now it was exactly ten o’clock.

Himan sat in the hall, waiting.

Although she had left Hall with harsh words about dealing with him when he left this morning, she still held onto the hope that Hall would return.

So she waited all this time.

Until now, Hall still hadn’t returned.

Himan didn’t want to wait anymore, she was tired of it.

“Miss Himan, are you still waiting for the young master?”

The head maid’s words stabbed her heart again.

“If he doesn’t come back, he doesn’t come back! It’s not like I can’t live without him!”

As for the food the head maid brought, Himan didn’t eat it.

Although she hadn’t eaten for a day and a night, she was already full of anger.

“He’s not coming back? Do you want me to tell Hall where you went?”

Himan thought about what was the point of telling Hall where she went, so she said she was going back to the Bal Empire.

“Oh… Miss Himan is going to the Bal Empire. Is there something important?”

“Something very important.”

Himan said.

“Then when are you leaving, Miss Himan?”

“I’ll rest and prepare tomorrow. I’ll leave the day after tomorrow…”

The day after tomorrow? Then the Young Master might not come back.

The head maid’s words were another stab at her.

She had left him with harsh words and waited until Himan’s pain.

“If he’s on a mission in the Papal State, then so be it… don’t tell him.”

Himan thought for a moment.

She decided to wait one more day and night.

If he still didn’t come back, Himan would go to the Bal Empire.

She wouldn’t eat or drink, just wait in the Faxtius hall for Hall.

While waiting, her mind was very active.

She kept looking to see if Hall would come back.

He didn’t come back.

She was mentally exhausted.

“Young Master?”

Dinner was served in front of Himan.

She was half the mistress of the Faxtius house, but she was now waiting for Hall.

“If he comes back, just say I went to the Bal Empire. Don’t tell him.”

Himan wanted Hall to know that she cared about him.

Or, if Hall didn’t come back at all.

It would seem like she cared a lot.

“Going to the Bal Empire? When are you leaving?”

“The day after tomorrow…”

He won’t come back.

She had waited until Himan’s pain.

“It’s not like I can’t live without him!”

She didn’t eat the food.

Although she hadn’t eaten for a day and a night, she was already full of anger.

Her.