It felt so good to be close to the witch!

The sound appeared so abruptly that Roy's pupils contracted sharply. Even now, he still couldn't sense any fluctuations in his aura!

Shocked, he quickly turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Before the stone tablet under the old tree, a young girl in a snow-white dress was kneeling, her eyes filled with a hint of sadness.

Looking at the girl, Roy was deeply shaken.

That familiar attire, that familiar appearance—the one standing before him was none other than the Pure Saintess!

She's actually here?

During the last mission, Roy was too far away from the Pure Saintess, and the Pure Saintess only performed a divine dance throughout the mission, so Roy subconsciously thought that the Pure Saintess was not very strong.

But now he realizes he was wrong, terribly wrong.

The Pure Saintess is definitely a fourth-tier Saintly Art professional, and one of the best among them!

Even legendary figures couldn't do something that could make him completely unaware of any aura.

After the initial surprise, Roy felt a surge of intense joy.

It's a good thing that the Pure Saintess is strong, because it means that during the mission, he will no longer be alone, but will have enough "reinforcements".

Of course, this is all predicated on Roy being able to persuade the Virgin Mary.

But before Roy could do anything, the girl kneeling under the tree in front of the tombstone suddenly looked up at him, her bright, star-like eyes seeming to reflect everything in the world.

She looked directly into Roy's eyes, her voice gentle yet indifferent, carrying a strange sense of contradiction:

"Could you please help me understand the oracle called 'Lust'?"

Upon hearing this, Roy's pupils widened little by little.

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Chapter 155 "Under the Moonlight" - A Clarification

"Could you please help me understand the oracle called 'Lust'?"

A gentle yet indifferent voice echoed in my ears.

Roy's eyes widened, and for a moment, he couldn't quite process what was happening.

Why does this sound so strange?

What does the oracle about "lust" mean?

Imagine a girl in a flawless white dress kneeling on the ground, looking up at you with her eyes shining like stars, saying something like this to you. How would you feel?

Moreover, from this distance, Roy could clearly see the pure saintess's delicate, snow-white skin, and because of the angle, his gaze could even see a glimpse of the snowy mound beneath her slightly loose dress.

Perhaps Roy had been in a daze for too long, for the Pure Saintess blinked, and the scattered look in her eyes gradually settled, as if she had just woken from a dream.

She stood up, her movements as graceful as a gentle breeze: "I'm sorry, I said some things that bothered you without thinking."

"My name is Tristle."

"May I ask who you are? And what brings you here?"

The pure saintess, returning from her distant thoughts, spoke with gentleness, her previous indifference completely gone.

However, this more mainstream voice gave Roy a sense of unreality.

He understood that the so-called "treating others with gentleness" was merely a product of the "saintly" persona, and certainly not from the girl's true heart.

But what good is understanding?

How many people in this world can truly live as they please? We are all just products of our own personas.

Students, parents, white-collar workers, doctors, teachers...

With a sigh, Roy stopped thinking about it and looked directly at the snow-white girl who had stood up in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

“I am Roy Tulumber.”

"A mortal who attempts to save the world with his humble origins."

Save the world.

A statement that sounds incredibly childish and shameful.

If it were a normal person, upon hearing this, they would almost certainly look at the speaker as if they were an idiot.

But the pure saint Bistell was different. Her eyes suddenly deepened, and at the same time, the air in the entire courtyard became incredibly heavy. The pressure formed visible ripples, making people feel like insects frozen in amber, unable to move even a fraction.

But this pressure lasted only a moment, then vanished without a trace. Tristle still wore a gentle smile, but her eyes turned cold.

"What do you know?"

It should have been a question, but it was said in an affirmative tone.

The saintess's gaze gradually sharpened as she stared intently into Roy's eyes, seemingly trying to see through them to discern his true nature.

"The energy fluctuations on your body are very unusual, definitely not from demonic marks. Could it be from some other heritage of a remote country?"

The pure saint Tristle raised her hand and gently placed it on Roy's shoulder. Throughout the process, Roy did not make any move to resist, but let her do as she pleased.

Upon closer inspection, a hint of astonishment gradually appeared in the eyes of the pure saintess Tristelle: "Wait, this is primordial magic?!"

"How could primordial magic still exist in this world?"

"You are not from this world!"

Meeting Tristle's utterly shocked gaze, Roy smiled slightly, and the next moment, his talent [Infinite Desire] was activated!

"Om-"

In a silent hum, a suction force was generated, and through the hand of the pure saint Tristelle resting on Roy's shoulder, magic flowed back into Roy's body.

The suction stopped abruptly, and the startled, pure saint Tristle instinctively withdrew her hand.

With her fair, delicate hands covering her chest, Tristle took several steps back, her rapid breathing causing her chest to heave uncontrollably.

“This is… This is…”

"The aura of a deity?!"

"You are the agent of the gods!!!"

Tristle's gentle smile vanished. She was first shocked, then overjoyed, and immediately knelt down, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

As a fourth-tier Saintly Class professional, and the strongest hidden class "Pure Saintess," Tristelle's strength, enhanced by the power of faith, is unparalleled in the world. Even divine beings are unwilling to fight her in the Holy City of Calron, a place where faith flourishes most.

The only way to defeat Tristle is to sever the power of faith that blesses her; otherwise, she is practically invincible.

But just a moment ago, Tristle felt the magic within her body flow uncontrollably into the young man before her. At that moment, she even felt that the magic within her body, which was tightly intertwined with the power of faith, showed unparalleled favor to this young man. This favor even surpassed that of her, as the master.

As a pure saint and a servant of the gods, Tristelle has the highest affinity for the power of faith besides the gods themselves. The fact that this situation is occurring indicates that the person before her far surpasses her in terms of affinity for the power of faith.

Coupled with the moment the attraction appeared, the aura of a deity that she knew all too well made her have no more doubts about the identity of the young man in front of her.

"Your Excellency, can you tell me what happened?"

"Why has the deity not issued a divine decree for a full ten years?"

"I thought the gods had abandoned us..."

Tristle's voice was filled with unspeakable sorrow.

She dedicated her life to the gods, yet for a full ten years, she has not felt the gaze of the gods upon her.

This torment made her afraid to even think about it anymore.

“Tristle,” Roy said gently, “I understand how you feel. I’ll explain everything to you later. But right now, there’s something very important that I need your help with.”

"An unprecedented upheaval will occur during tomorrow's divine descent ceremony."

"The divine beings sensed my presence and sent me here to prevent the catastrophe."

"Catastrophe?" Tristle's eyes widened in astonishment. "Is it that serious?"

In fact, Tristle had long sensed that the divine descent ceremony tomorrow might encounter some setbacks. Since the gods stopped looking at the world ten years ago, strange and inexplicable things have been happening all over the world from time to time. The Pope of the Church of Purity left the Holy City of Calron because of a strange event that had a great impact.

But Tristle never imagined it would be this serious.

What is a catastrophe?

Only what brings apocalyptic disaster to the world can be called a "catastrophe".

“My lady, could you tell me more about the ‘Cataclysm’?” Tristell asked urgently.

Roy sighed, "There are many things that even I only have a vague understanding of."

"All I know is that this catastrophe is related to some kind of extremely destructive and corrosive energy that resembles black sludge."

"It will appear at a crucial moment in the divine descent ritual, and my mission is to shatter it!"

"For this, I need you to lead me into the Cathedral of Purity."

“Actress,” Tristle said softly, her head bowed, “I can do it.”

"Although my strength is insignificant, I am within the Holy City of Calron and can handle most external forces."

"Moreover, besides me, there are nineteen other fourth-tier Saint-level professionals."

Roy knew that Tristle's words meant: "Your strength is too weak, Agent. Leave such a dangerous task to me."

He shook his head: "It's not that simple."

"This black mud energy has an extremely terrifying corrosive power on those of you who cultivate the Demon Mark system."

“Once you get close, you will be instantly corrupted, and only I am immune to its effects.”

“I see.” Tristell nodded. “In that case, we’ll follow your instructions, Lord Agent. Shall we return to the Cathedral of Purity now?”

“There’s no time to lose,” Roy said, then added, “By the way, don’t let anyone else know my identity. I suspect that this catastrophe may have been caused by internal factors.”

“Internal factors…” Emerald Terrified gritted her teeth, a cold glint flashing in her eyes: “I understand.”

……

On a bright, moonlit night, all the stars are hidden.