Chapter 14: The Princess Begins Preaching

Everyone worked until dusk to push down the entire small hill.

Excluding the colorful plants that were clearly tainted by the elements, a full forty percent of the edible portion remained.

A single small hill had brought several tons of food storage to Salna Village.

Just as Violet was about to go home to rest, Old Qien stopped her.

“Apostle…”

Under the twilight, his eyes glistened with tears.

His wrinkled face twitched, and his lips moved, but he couldn’t form a complete sentence.

So, he chose to express himself with his actions.

His stooped body was about to kneel.

For a farmer, there was nothing more joyous than a bountiful harvest.

Especially when this harvest could help an entire village survive the winter.

Just as Old Qien’s knees were about to hit the ground, a tentacle grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him up with ease.

“If Tia sees you like this, she’ll probably scold you again.”

Saying this, Violet shrugged nonchalantly and took Nastasia off her head.

Ignoring Her restless wriggling, she held Her out to Old Qien.

“You should be thanking the god. I am merely the god’s agent.”

Old Qien looked at the wriggling tentacle monster in front of him.

Although it was a twisted, chaotic, and evil creature, he felt as if he were seeing a divine being.

“Thank you… thank you, Lord God! Your followers will forever sing your praises.”

At that moment, Violet vaguely saw a transparent light emanate from him, like threads of silk, and land on her and Nastasia.

The other’s wriggling body suddenly went soft.

Violet knew this was a sign of Her relaxation.

Before she could notice, Nastasia climbed up her arm and returned to Violet’s head.

“My kin, this guy’s faith is so devout. He’s almost reached the level of a fanatic.”

“Hmm? So quickly?”

Violet was a little surprised.

You see, when the church was first completed, she had clearly written down Nastasia’s doctrine.

—[Disorder and Chaos]

In other words, all the people who were now willing to believe in Nastasia were those who understood and were willing to practice this doctrine.

And a fanatic who believed in [Disorder and Chaos]…

Violet suddenly became a little worried about Old Qien’s mental state.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now?”

She asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Old Qien hesitated, a hint of coyness appearing on the sixty-year-old man’s face.

“Does the Lord God require sacrifices?”

He had heard that those righteous sects held large sacrificial ceremonies every year, offering sacrifices to the gods to show their piety.

As soon as Old Qien’s words fell, Nastasia on Violet’s head shook her tentacles into a windmill, her refusal overflowing.

“No need.”

“But I heard…”

Old Qien wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Violet:

“Do you understand the Evil God, or do I? We are an evil god sect, so naturally we have to be different from the righteous gods.”

Saying this, she patted Old Qien’s stooped back with a feigned maturity and pointed behind him.

“Look, Tia is calling you home for dinner.”

Old Qien looked back, and behind him was emptiness.

The flickering firelight in the distance cast the busy figures of the villagers into dancing shadows.

“If this is what an evil god is…”

He rubbed his hands together.

The late autumn night was already a bit bone-chilling, but Old Qien didn’t feel cold.

Instead, it felt as if a fire was burning in his heart.

After getting rid of Old Qien, Violet ran back into the house and lit a candle at her desk.

Nastasia jumped off her head and instinctively reached for the quill pen on the side of the desk.

Noticing Her movement, Violet pushed the ink bottle to the center of the desk and then helped Her unscrew the cap.

While Nastasia was writing in her diary, she asked softly:

“Can you tell me why you don’t want sacrifices?”

Violet remembered how keen the Order of Chaos in her past life was on sacrifices.

A small sacrifice every three days, a large one every five.

If they weren’t making a sacrifice, they were on their way to collect sacrifices.

“Because I don’t like their sacrifices.”

Nastasia put her pen down heavily, leaving a blot on the paper.

“Before I was sealed, my followers brought me corpses every day, but I don’t like to eat them.”

Whether it was an illusion or not, Violet actually heard a hint of grievance in those words.

“I tried my best to eat every day, and they tried their best to send them. In the end, my nest couldn’t even hold them all!”

“Then didn’t you think of telling them?”

Unexpectedly, Nastasia became even more aggrieved.

She simply stopped writing in her diary and jumped into Violet’s arms, wriggling.

“I did, but they couldn’t understand!

You’re the best, my kin. You can hear everything I say clearly, not missing a single word!”

Saying this, She wriggled her body again, the tentacles stimulating Violet and making her face turn red.

“Don’t mess around…”

“I’m not messing around!”

Nastasia wriggled, climbing back onto the desk.

She used her tentacles to prop herself up to the same height as Violet, her single eye staring at her without blinking.

“My kin, will you be my follower for life?”

Violet heard the sincerity in these words, but she didn’t know how to answer, so she could only say perfunctorily:

“You will have many followers in the future. Why are you so attached to just me?”

“That’s different!”

Nastasia’s voice suddenly rose a notch as she repeated:

“That’s different. There can be many followers, but I only have one kin!”

Seeing that Violet still refused to give a clear answer, She simply went limp on the desk and began to crawl ominously.

“I don’t care, I just want you as my kin, I just do!”

The spoiled Evil God completely ignored the existence of the ink bottle.

And then…

“Bang—”

“My diary!!!”

A shrill scream startled the birds roosting on the roof.

Outside the house, Tia and the other villagers looked at each other, not understanding what had just happened.

Although the whispers just now were vague and difficult to decipher, it wasn’t hard to hear the sorrow and pain in them.

Could it be that another monster had invaded?

Tia’s face grew anxious.

Her body, strengthened by the blessing, shot forward, and she kicked open the closed door of the house.

“Sister Elynne, are you okay!”

Then she saw the terrified Nastasia crawling all over the floor, and Violet, who was wiping the ink stains from her body with a tissue, both looking at her.

Seeing a visitor, Violet quickly sat up straight, pretending that nothing had happened.

Nastasia also stopped wriggling and obediently coiled up on the desk.

Tia looked at the prim and proper Violet, but her gaze couldn’t help but drift to her face.

The ink stains on her face had not been wiped away by the tissue, but had instead been smeared evenly, like a layer of smoky makeup.

Just as she was still thinking about how to ease the awkwardness, a villager standing outside the door asked:

“Tia, what happened to the Apostle?”

Tia was startled and quickly closed the door.

“You guys wait outside, I’ll handle it.”

Although the cat-faced version of Violet was very cute, it really didn’t fit the image of a god’s apostle.

If she were to proselytize with this appearance, everyone’s first reaction to her in the future would probably be this ink-stained face.