I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

Wait a minute, now that I think about it... isn't the Elf Queen the one who suffered the most?

The sacred tree sap is gone, the Casdale I finally managed to woo has run away, and my beloved little darling has run off with Ange...

hiss--

"Amitabha, I'm so sorry... May the Goddess of Light forgive my sins, Amen. Hmm, it's best not to forgive that crazy woman, she should definitely be struck by lightning!"

Ange prayed silently in her heart.

Because the Elf Forest was not far from the capital, the group returned to the capital in just one day and one night.

Upon returning to the Holy Church in the capital, Emil was immediately dragged away by Pope Jelena, who said she needed to hold some kind of high-level meeting.

As he left, Emil's eyes were still brimming with tears, as if it were a matter of life and death. It took Angela a while to coax him before he obediently followed Jelena away.

Noah and Sofia are, after all, members of the royal family, so they will definitely have to return to the palace first upon their return from this trip.

Before leaving, Noah took Ange's hand and said gently, "I will come to you personally to handle these girls' matters later. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer then."

Faced with this, Anjie could only wipe away her cold sweat and nod meekly.

At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of admiration for Caster.

Although she's a crazy woman, she manages to flirt with so many girls and still gets away with it...

I'm so envious, no, I'm so ashamed!

After seeing Noah and Sophia off, Ange turned her attention to Bishu and Betty.

I overheard some details of the former's identity while she was chatting with Cthulhu, and I could vaguely guess who she was. As for Betty, as an elven princess coming to the human capital, she certainly needed to be treated with respect.

"I've asked the church to arrange two rooms for you. After all, you've just returned to the capital, so you should wash up and rest properly first," Ange said with a smile.

Bi Su naturally had no objection to this and readily agreed.

Betty seemed hesitant to speak, but eventually nodded in agreement.

As the two were leaving, Ange noticed that Cthulhu had also followed the two who were about to leave, so she quickly grabbed the little girl by the back of her collar and pulled her back.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let me go! I am Cthulhu, the king of the deep sea! How can you treat me like this and make me lose all my dignity!"

Cthulhu was very averse to this position and immediately wanted to resist.

But Anjie chuckled and said, "Who told you to go with them?"

Cthulhu shrugged. "I'm the same as Harley Quinn... you know! So, is there a problem with traveling with her?"

“Yes, and it’s a big problem.” Ange put Cthulhu down, looked at the little girl’s displeased expression, and chuckled. “Don’t forget your identity. You’re not a distinguished guest from afar, but my personal maid, Ange!”

Upon hearing this, Cthulhu immediately bristled, his waist-length hair swaying like tentacles, but it went limp again after a few shakes.

With her powers sealed, she didn't even have the strength to summon magic.

However, this did not prevent her from displaying what she considered a dignified expression. "Heh, you want me to be your maid? Dream on! I am Cthulhu... Fine, you win."

Just as Cthulhu made a gesture of resistance, he saw Ange tap the pendant around her neck.

The thought of Ange turning the pendant into a collar in public... the consequences were something Cthulhu didn't want to experience at all, so she reluctantly chose to follow her heart.

Seeing the little girl give in, Ange was still very happy.

However, even after she's trained this little girl, there's another little girl waiting for her.

Sure enough, just as Anjie stepped into the church, a sweet, childlike voice came from behind her—

"Anjie's mom, you're back!"

Even without turning around, Anjie could tell from the voice that it was her sweet little girl calling her.

Lena was dressed in an exquisite white nun's habit, and her legs, encased in white stockings, looked even more delicate and adorable beneath the knee-length skirt.

Clearly, during Ange's absence, Lena was not ostracized by the Church of Light because of her status as a divine abomination. Ange even felt that her little girl had gained a bit of weight. Her once delicate oval face had become round and chubby, making her look even cuter, like a porcelain doll.

Chapter 44, Section 149: Is there a problem with Elder Guangming being a muscular man?

Angel picked Lena up and gave the little girl a big kiss on her soft cheek, which made the little girl wipe the drool off her face with a look of disgust and try to push Angel's head away when she tried to come closer.

"My sweet baby, have you missed me?"

Seeing Lena's adorable frowning expression, Ange was in a great mood and asked with a smile.

Lena nodded obediently, her voice soft and sweet, "Yes."

This is truly my sweet little darling!

Anjie almost burst into tears.

“This is…your daughter?” Cthulhu exclaimed, staring at Lena in disbelief.

Anjie wore a proud expression, "Isn't my darling daughter adorable!"

Although Lena often heard Angel praise her in private, she was still a little shy when praised like that in front of others.

Feeling embarrassed to continue being held by Anjie, he struggled slightly and jumped down from her arms.

Then, lifting the hem of her skirt, she gave Cthulhu a graceful bow, "You must be my mother's friend. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Lena."

However, Cthulhu remained silent for a long time, his gaze constantly shifting between Ange and Lena, his heart filled with turmoil.

If I remember correctly... Ange is only sixteen years old, right?

But this little guy seems to be eight years old already... counting the ten months of pregnancy... ugh—

Cthulhu felt as if he had discovered something incredible: "You humans... are actually even more beastly than us mythical creatures."

Anjie: "???"

That sounds a bit strange...

After rolling her eyes, Ange decisively ignored Cthulhu's words and continued to cuddle with her good daughter.

"When I left, were you well-behaved at church? Did anyone bully you? If so, tell Mommy, and Mommy will nail him to a cross and dry him into a dried-up corpse for you." Angela gently rubbed Lena's head and said softly.

Lena paused for a moment, then said, "Angie, did you just say something cruel?"

"Really? No~" Ange waved her hand.

“...Alright then.” Lena sighed helplessly. Her silly mother was good in every way—beautiful, kind, and protective of her own—but sometimes she just had a few mental issues. “The brothers and sisters in the church are very kind to me, and the nun is very gentle with me too.”

Ange noticed that Lena hadn't mentioned the old men in the Elders' Council. Just as she was about to ask, she heard a commotion in the distance.

Ange looked up and saw several shirtless, muscular men rushing towards her, shouting as they ran, "Sister Lena, hurry up and come to class! Today, we'll be teaching you free fighting!"

Upon closer inspection, the muscular men were wearing standard monastic robes on their lower bodies, with white and gold striped long robes wrapped around their waists. Moreover, their aged faces and muscular bodies looked quite incongruous.

Ange recognized them at a glance; these muscular old men were the elders of her own church.

Upon hearing the muscular man's voice, Lena's delicate body trembled slightly, and she instinctively shrank behind Ange, only peeking out her small head as she looked at them with a terrified expression.

At this moment, the muscular old men had arrived in front of An Jie. After seeing An Jie's face clearly, the old men exchanged glances and quickly bowed, "Holy Maiden, the goddess's radiance shines upon you."

Anjie smiled slightly, somewhat puzzled, "What are you doing?"

The elders quickly replied, "Sister Lena has already been canonized as a quasi-saint. We are training Sister Lena's hand-to-hand combat skills in accordance with His Holiness the Pope's orders."

Another elder quickly chimed in, "You may not know how much trouble your disappearance has caused the church. In the end, we all agreed that it was because we hadn't paid attention to improving your strength in the past, only thinking about making you as well-mannered and knowledgeable as other noble ladies, which is why you became so weak."

Therefore, after much agonizing reflection, we finally decided to begin training Sister Lena's combat abilities while she was still young. This way, she won't be as weak and helpless as you are, and even in the face of an unexpected situation like a kidnapping, she will be able to hold her own until rescue arrives.

Anjie's lips twitched.

Although she was somewhat dissatisfied with the popes' stereotype of her as a "weak woman," it must be said that the Presbyterian Council's decision still had some practical significance.

Besides, my little girl is so cute, what if she runs into some pervert like the Goldfish Man? That would be dangerous.

Just as Ange was about to be persuaded by the elders, Lena gently tugged at Ange's sleeve and pitifully said, "Ange Mom... I don't want to end up with my clothes ripped off like the elder grandpas... Besides, when they wrestle, they always use some weird interjections, which is a bit... disgusting."

The elders: "..."

Sister Lena... actually said they were disgusting...

Waaah, I was rejected by Lena, whom I treat like a granddaughter...

Then Ange saw a bunch of muscular old men lying on the ground, rolling around the church and crying.

The scene before them was so shocking that Angela had to cover Lena's eyes.

"Uh... since Lena doesn't want to, let's just forget about it." Angela raised her hand, trying to comfort the muscular old men who were crying like children who were hundreds of years old. "Besides, improving strength doesn't necessarily require building muscle. Why don't you just let Lena learn magic?"

However, Anjie's words were met with unanimous opposition from the elders.

"Holy Maiden, you don't know. Back when I was young, I went to remote places to preach. I used all my magic to heal the whole village, but still no one was willing to believe in our goddess."

Later, after I built up my muscles, all I had to do was dress like this, carry a scepter and a Bible, and go door-to-door preaching, and the conversion rate would be ninety percent!

After hearing Elder Zheming's words, Anjie remained silent for a moment.

After a long silence, she asked softly, "If there were children at the house you went to... were those children crying pitifully in the arms of their elders?"

The elders' eyes lit up, and they nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes! It must be because I've been training under the statue for so many years that I've gradually absorbed the goddess's gentle aura. Those children have the purest souls, and they must have been moved to tears by the goddess's aura on me!"

Anjie: "..."

No...should I tell them that those children were probably scared by you...?

But after seeing the bright eyes of those old men, Anjie gave up on the idea of ​​destroying her child's dream.

Yes, a child over a hundred years old...

“Now that I’m back, there’s no rush to pass on the title of Saintess. Besides, Lena is still young, so let her be carefree. Pushing the child too hard will only backfire,” Ange patiently advised.

After exchanging glances, the elders finally agreed.

Chapter 45, Section 150: Let my breasts shrink another size!

"So, what's the rush to have me here for this meeting?" Emil asked, arms crossed, looking somewhat impatient.

Joan smiled and poked Emil's head. "I know you want to get intimate with Angel, but you have to finish your business first."

These words made Emil blush deeply. "Who, who wants to be intimate! You old woman, don't touch my head, get lost!"