I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 152 The Saintess

Once again, the small single room on the second floor of the Horse Colt Hotel was filled with golden light.

As Wilder translated the mantra Maeve was reciting, he half-raised his hands and gazed at every speck of dust in the air illuminated by the light.

Before he knew it, even his physical fatigue and drowsiness were gently soothed away.

What kind of power is this?

He couldn't help but turn around and look at Maeve, risking being scolded by her.

She stood at the foot of the wooden bed, leaning her upper body slightly forward, and gently rested her forehead on her hands clasped together in front of her chest.

Those simple and clear eyes, unique to the girls of Ironweave Town, were now tightly closed, as if only by being unable to see the mundane world could they get closer to the gods.

Beneath her straight and delicate nose, her thin lips opened and closed.

Those ancient and mysterious languages ​​flowed slowly and steadily from the young body.

Most amazingly, a beam of light was shining down from above her clasped hands.

Holy and gentle.

Maeve was wearing only a coarse linen top, the kind of thing common people wear, and darker trousers of the same material.

But under this light, she resembles a saint on a high mountain, inspiring irresistible reverence.

Is this what a pastor is like?

"Holiy Vestoes, Moilty Boikent."

"My blessings will never cease."

With the final incantation translated simultaneously, Maeve's "Healing Mantra" was released.

The beam of light shining on her small hands slowly dissipated into the air, and the golden light that filled the small room also gradually faded away.

Maeve raised her head and gently opened her eyes.

Wilde thought to himself that she was probably still immersed in her communion with the gods and couldn't pull herself out of it.

This is a rare opportunity to understand the true meaning of her profession, and she absolutely must not be disturbed.

So he didn't say anything, but simply nodded in appreciation.

"Wild!"

Unexpectedly, Maeve immediately yelled at him, "Why did you turn around again?!"

She pouted, her little face puffed out slightly, completely losing the saintly demeanor she had just displayed.

"Well----"

Wilder didn't explain anything and immediately turned his head away.

Girls from Ironweave are all a bit willful at heart. Maeve, having gotten to know Wilder, has started to show a similar cool and edgy style to Martha.

After a while, Wilder, who had his back turned, heard Maeve's voice: "That's enough, turn around now."

"oh."

He turned around and found that she had already helped Talia put her robe back on.

"How was the healing effect of that mantra just now?" he asked.

"Unexpectedly good."

Speaking of this, Maeve returned to her usual obedient demeanor, "A wound that would normally take about a month to heal can now be completely healed in three days at most."

"That's great."

Wilder said sincerely, "Thanks to you, you've been a great help."

"Actually, I'm the one who should be saying thank you."

Maeve bowed slightly to him. "Through your simultaneous translation of the mantra, I experienced the feeling of divine intervention for the first time and gained many rare insights."

"A divine intervention?"

"Yes, it means the descent of a god."

Maeve explained, "Did you see the light that just fell on my hand? That was proof of divine intervention."

Wilder didn't understand the priest's jargon, but it sounded divine and sophisticated.

"Actually, I have a request, I—"

Maeve seemed hesitant to speak.

"No problem!" Wilder interrupted her directly.

"Huh? But I haven't said it yet—"

"Um----"

"It's about translating mantras, right? No problem. Whether it's practice or a mission, I'll do my best to translate mantras for you whenever you recite them."

Wilder gave her a friendly smile.

"Really?"

Maeve looked up gratefully. "Thank you so much!"

"You helped Talia, and that favor is far greater than any translation work."

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Wilder waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry about it.

Maeve gazed at Wilder's handsome and charming face and nodded vigorously.

The gloom that had just been cast over his spying on Talia vanished from her mind.

Mr. Wilder.

He truly is a senior I must respect and rely on!

She thought to herself silently.

The two remained silent for a moment.

Talia, who had been silent all along, broke the silence: "I'm so hungry—"

Perhaps because her abdominal sword wound received effective treatment, she finally woke up from her long coma.

She opened her eyes, which were perhaps pale blue or perhaps crimson.

Wilder immediately looked over.

It was indeed still crimson red.

He quickly looked at Maeve standing next to him, who was staring blankly at Talia, clearly noticing the change in the color of her pupils.

not good!

Wilder's mind began to race, searching for a plausible explanation.

Actually, Talia's original name is: Uchiha Talia —

What the hell?!

When people are under extreme stress, many strange thoughts will appear in their minds.

Actually, Talia's original name is: Kurapika Talia —

What is all this?!

"Wild————"

Maeve suddenly said.

"Um?"

Wilder took a deep breath. It seemed there was no time to think anymore. If all else failed, he'd just use the name "Shadow Eye."

"Go downstairs and get a bowl and spoon! Talia says she's hungry."

She stamped her foot as she spoke.

Wilder is a respectable senior, but he is so inconsiderate!

"oh oh."

Wilder nodded and immediately went downstairs.

Besides the cutlery, he also ordered several fried eggs and bread, since Maeve hadn't had breakfast yet this morning.

I'm actually quite considerate!

He thought to himself silently.

Back in his room on the second floor, he filled a ceramic bowl with porridge and handed it to Maeve, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, so that she could feed Talia the oatmeal porridge.

The two were very close, and Maeve should have noticed her crimson pupils long ago.

However, she didn't ask anything, but simply inquired with concern, "Talia, is the porridge too hot?"

"It's not hot."

Talia regained most of her consciousness and gently shook her head.

"Meve, thank you."

After thanking him, she turned her gaze to Wilder, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

You don't know what you want to say, do you?

Wilder noticed this and simply shook his head at her, conveying that she should not say anything about the red dragon.

"What?"

Talia didn't understand.

Even Maeve looked at him, puzzled.

"Well----"

Wilder scratched his head. "Talia, are you feeling better?"

"Hmm, much better."

She nodded. "It's just... a bit cold."

"I don't have any spells specifically for healing frozen conditions, so frostbite will heal a bit more slowly," Maeve said apologetically.

"I'm going to buy some medicine specifically for treating frostbite."

Wilder said.

As a red dragon, Talia's body temperature is naturally higher than that of an ordinary person, so the frostbite must have been a more intense shock to her.

Even medications that only temporarily relieve symptoms should be quite effective.

Although----

There will be some risks.