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

Joan maintained her ambiguous smile, "It seems you've not only learned how to grow lilies, but also how to grow 'lilies' in general."

Anjie is absolutely certain that the two instances of "lesbian" are not the same thing!!!

"Ahem, that child's background is a bit special, I'll explain it to you later."

Ange felt that today was absolutely terrible.

I received a wreath early in the morning, and then I was caught red-handed by the chief referee at noon.

This day was even more exhausting than when I faced Nyarlathotep in the forest.

...

"So, you rescued that child after he was injured, and then he stayed here?" Joan asked, crossing her legs and looking at Ange with surprise.

Ange nodded. "The Goddess of Light said that all suffering children are welcome in any church of light. That child was covered in wounds, so I rescued her."

Joan pouted, "I was injured just now too, why did you turn around and run away? Does the teachings of the Goddess of Light not apply to your own people?"

“I’ve never seen a suffering child lift a healthy person up and beat them.” Anjie forced a smile, but her tone was clearly tinged with resentment.

"That just means you're not good at it. Alright, go and prepare a room for me too." Qiong stood up, stretched, and her alluring figure was perfectly showcased by her fitted robes.

But Anjie was stunned when she heard this. "What do you mean?"

Joan: "Don't you understand? I want to stay here."

Anjie: "Huh?"

...

"I think the cult leader is making a fuss over nothing. It's just dealing with a little nun, why is he making an exception for the two of us?" a man in a black monk's robe complained in a low voice.

Beside him stood a very tall figure, but his body was wrapped in strips of black cloth, leaving only his eyes and nostrils exposed, making him look terrifying.

The man in black chuckled sinisterly. "Never question the orders of the cult leader, and never underestimate any enemy. Even a dragon can be killed by ants, let alone us?"

The man in the monk's robe pursed his lips, but still chose to follow the advice of the man in black.

He didn't want to argue with this madman.

"Let's make this quick and decisive; we'll take action tonight."

I will then attack from the front of the church to draw the nun's attention. You will use the "Gift" bestowed upon you by the Earth Mother to get behind her, and the two of us will form a pincer movement to swiftly eliminate her.

"Remember, cut off her head and keep it safe. Report to the cult leader." The man in black said coldly.

"Ah."

P.S.: There will be a third update tonight.

P.S.: A heads-up: It's an orange! So don't worry about the engagement (although I feel I've hinted quite clearly).

Section 17, Chapter Seventeen: Don't give me that.

Qiong's sudden arrival dispelled Anjie's idea of ​​exploring the southwestern mountains.

"Sigh, the only good thing is that if I beg Chief Judge Joan, she might be willing to go to the Southwest Mountains with me," Ange said to herself as she lay in bed, looking at the moon outside the window.

Is this the majesty of a saint? I've learned something new!

Anjie: "No, that's called a woman's tactic!"

But finding an excuse to explore the southwestern mountains has become a problem for Anjie.

As drowsiness crept in, the girl gradually drifted off to sleep as she pondered these thoughts.

Meanwhile, in the empty church, Joan and Novia were silently confronting each other.

To be precise, it was less of a standoff and more of a one-sided pressure exerted by Joan on Novia.

At this moment, Joan was sitting on a pew in the church, her beautiful legs, wrapped in white stockings, crossed together, giving her a unique and alluring look.

"Why would royalty come to a place like this?"

Once out of Ange's sight, the authority of the judge in charge of the law was finally revealed.

Although her posture was far from dignified, every syllable she uttered struck one's heart like a heavy hammer.

Novia took a few steps back, her face somewhat grim. "Your Honor has mistaken me for someone else. I am not a member of the royal family."

"This kind of clumsy acting might work on that little brat Ange, do you think it will work on me?" Joan raised an eyebrow, her eyes, which were dyed gold by magic, were somewhat cold. "You have a very strong aura of royal magic on you... and this long, fiery red hair is a feature that only the direct descendants of the royal family possess."

"..." Novia gritted her teeth, still remaining silent.

Seeing that Novia was unwilling to say anything, Joan sneered, "If you won't talk, I have plenty of ways to make you talk."

Joan extended her index finger and tapped the air. A golden magic circle condensed at her fingertip and then suddenly expanded.

"Ugh—what, what is this thing?!"

"Run! We've been spotted, damn it!"

Two gasps of surprise rang out from the church.

But it was too late.

Joan curled the corners of her lips, and the magic circle at her fingertips emitted a buzzing sound.

“Ughh ...

A scream rang out at the same time, but it stopped abruptly the next second, as if an invisible force had gripped its throat.

Novia discovered that two mysterious figures had appeared in the church at some unknown time.

One person was wearing a wide, black robe, and the other was wrapped in black strips of cloth.

But at this moment, the two mysterious figures were suspended in the air by a golden halo around their necks.

“The Black Goat Cult?” As the chief judge of the Holy Church, Joan recognized the aura of these two people as belonging to this cult at a glance.

This esoteric sect is no good, after all, the "gods" they worship are evil gods.

In the past, these followers of the Black Goat Cult would have preferred to stay underground and never come out.

This led to the Church of Light trying to eliminate the cult several times, but the cult always managed to escape.

But now, these unruly things have suddenly appeared in Anjie's church...

Although Joan was very curious about what Ange had done, now was clearly not the time to investigate that question.

Joan's gaze fell on Novia. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, as long as you can kill those two cultists, I'll pretend I never saw you. Of course, if you can't kill them... I won't help you either. Don't worry, I'll tell Ange that you didn't want to be sad about parting and secretly left."

Novia stared intently at Joan, who wore a half-smile, her eyes blazing with fury. "You! You're the chief judge of the Church of Light! How dare you allow cultists to attack innocent people... You! You!"

Joan said with a smile, "Don't say that~ The Goddess of Light is loving towards all her children. But who exactly falls into the category of 'her children' is for us to decide~"

Snapped--

With a snap of his fingers, the halos around the necks of the two cultists shattered.

"Cough cough cough..."

The regained ability to breathe caused both of them to cough violently.

Just then, Joan's mocking voice rang out: "You heard what I just said, didn't you? If you kill this guy, I might consider letting you go~"

The two cult members exchanged a glance.

They understood that they couldn't possibly defeat a chief referee with their own strength.

That left only one way to survive...

A cold, bloodthirsty gaze fixed on Novia, sending a chill down the girl's spine.

She glared fiercely at Joan before gritting her teeth and chanting a spell.

"King of Flames, grant me your authority and burn away all obstacles before me!"

Scorching flames swirled and danced around Novia.

Novia, surrounded by flames, is like a fire king.

With every gesture, even the raging flames submit to it.

...

"Hmm~ Little Anjie, how did you sleep last night?"

In the early morning, as soon as Anjie opened her door, she was embraced by Qiong who rushed towards her.

"Ugh—please don't try to suffocate me with your meager breasts!"

Anjie's words made Qiong's face darken.

Of course, he inevitably got a lecture afterward.

"By the way, where's Novia? I didn't see her this morning." Ange looked curiously at Joan, who was doing her morning prayers while carrying bread.

It was supposed to be a very serious morning meeting, but the presiding judge did it in an extremely casual manner.

It can be said that Ange's attitude toward religion was half influenced by Joan.

Joan blinked. "She's probably too tired last night; she's still sleeping."

"Is that so..." Ange naturally didn't doubt Qiong, scratched her head, and then stopped thinking about it.

The third phase of the mission cannot remain stalled indefinitely, so Anjie plans to explore the southwestern mountains today.

“I’d like to go to the southwestern mountains today to gather some herbs, as the church’s stock of healing herbs is running low. Could Judge Joan come with me?” Angie offered.

"Herbal medicine? When did you learn such common medical skills?" Joan asked, somewhat surprised. "What exactly have you been doing these past three months away from the church?"

"You know my situation; I can't use any healing magic... In order to avoid starving in the town, I can only do some part-time work as a doctor. As for medical skills... well, the nuns at the Holy Church in the capital taught me." Ange lied without batting an eye.

But that wouldn't fool Joan.

But she didn't investigate further.

After all, everyone has their own secrets. Excessively touching on someone else's privacy, even if it's for their own good, can lead to bad consequences.

In fact, when Ange escaped from the Royal Capital Church, Joan, as Ange's closest elder, had already reflected on herself.