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

Mayor Luke tossed the gold bar in his hand, his expression instantly becoming much more amiable.

"The older folks always have the best way of speaking. Actually, there's a woman named Ange in our town too, but..."

Where is she!?

Before Luke could finish speaking, Emil interrupted him and asked urgently.

This drew another wave of displeasure from Luke, but his expression softened again after Clark handed him two more gold bars. He continued, "She was the previous nun in our town's church, and she passed away just a few days ago."

"Alas, it's such a pity. Sister Ange was truly a devoted and devout nun. She served in the church for several years, and even as she passed away, she was still thinking about Mrs. Mary's back injury in town. Ah, what a kind nun she was."

Emil and Clark exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

This "Angie" has been a nun in the town of Isa for several years.

But Saintess Ange's disappearance was only three months ago...

Is it really not the same person?

“Ah, Sister Ange is such a wonderful person. I am actually a devout member of the Church of Light, and now that I have heard the story of this pious and kind nun, I really want to go and pay my respects in person. Would it be convenient for you to tell me the location of the memorial service?”

Clark wiped away the tears he had forced out from the corners of his eyes, then took out two gold bars from his pocket and stuffed them into Mayor Luke's hand.

Mayor Luke coughed lightly, "Since you're so devout, I'll tell you. Sister Ange's grave is in the town's cemetery. If you want to pay your respects, go ahead."

However, you should never mention Sister Angelo too much to the townspeople.

Sister Ange was deeply loved by the people, and now that she has just returned to the embrace of the goddess, everyone in the town is heartbroken. After all, you are just outsiders, and bringing up Sister Ange's affairs might incur the wrath of the townspeople.

"Heh, if they want to kick you out, no matter how 'devout' you are, I can't help you."

Although he said that on the surface, Luke's true thoughts were quite different:

If you ask the townspeople, they'll see through my fabricated information. Heh, daring to harm Sister Ange, these gold bars are your fine.

However, Emil and Clark did not have the ability to read minds. After saying goodbye to the mayor, the two hurriedly headed to the cemetery.

“This tombstone has Ange’s name engraved on it… Is this the Saintess?” Clark pointed to the obviously newest tombstone and turned to look at Emil.

Emil examined the tombstone carefully, and his expression turned somewhat strange after his gaze swept over a certain spot. "No. The aura emanating from the tomb has no resemblance to Ange's at all. It seems it really is just a coincidence of names."

Clark looked at Ange's tombstone, his brow furrowing slightly. "It seems the news of Ange's abduction is probably just a rumor. So... who spread this rumor?"

The Black Goat Church? No... they wouldn't go so far as to use themselves as a gimmick to deliberately provoke the Church of Light and the royal family.

Could it be... the Dark Church?

The Church of Darkness and the Church of Light are both orthodox and legitimate churches, but they seem to be natural enemies. Although they have never had a large-scale war, they have had constant minor conflicts.

Furthermore, with the Church of Light and the royal family supporting each other, their power is growing at a rate that the Church of Darkness can hardly match.

It cannot be ruled out that the Dark Church, out of jealousy, deliberately tried to annoy the Church of Light.

But Emil shook his head. "No. Although those bastards in the Dark Church are no good, they are still quite sensible and won't provoke us with something as important as the Holy Maiden."

"That..."

“There’s no point in trying to find the person spreading the rumors,” Emil interrupted Clark. “The Church has stood on the continent for a thousand years, witnessing the rise and fall of countless civilizations and having had countless allies and enemies. Although most of them have disappeared into history and turned into dust of time, there are quite a few who have survived to this day. Thinking about the identity of the mastermind behind it all is meaningless.”

Watching Emil, with her childlike face, earnestly lecturing, Clark couldn't help but find it amusing. "Alright. So what do we do next? Ignore this rumor and head back to the capital?"

“No.” Emil glanced at Clark. “Besides, when did I ever say that Angela wasn’t in Aisa Town?”

Clark was taken aback. "You mean..."

Emil pointed to Ange's tombstone, a dangerous smile playing on his lips:

“Besides her, I really can’t think of anyone else whose prayers contain the word ‘Amitabha’.”

[The Tomb of Sister Ange]

Amitabha, Lord, I pledge myself to this—after despair comes hope, Amen.

...

"Alas, what a pity, Sister Ange didn't get to see the tombstone I made for her. I went through so much trouble to remember a prayer she once recited and had it engraved."

"Let's have Sister Ange take a look after this is over; she'll definitely thank me properly!"

Mayor Luke stroked his stubble and grinned as he stared at the gold bars on the table.

Chapter 46, Section 47: A Battlefield

Lena had a piece of freshly baked bread in her mouth, and she stirred the corn chowder in her bowl with a spoon.

Normally, Novia would scold herself for playing with the food and for not following proper dining etiquette.

But for some reason today, ever since I saw Ange's mother and Novia's sister early this morning, the two of them haven't said a word. When they occasionally make eye contact, they immediately look away. They were even absent-minded while eating.

Lena blinked her big eyes twice. No matter how hard she tried to think, she couldn't figure out why the two of them were acting so strangely today.

And how come Novia's red hair turned black overnight?

"Hmm, adults are so strange..."

knock knock --

At that moment, there was a knock on the church door.

Lena looked in the direction of the gate, a sense of doubt creeping into her mind.

In the past, the church usually opened after breakfast, which became the default time in the town. Under normal circumstances, very few people would come to the church early in the morning.

Anjie coughed lightly, "I'll go see who it is."

After saying that, Ange ran towards the church door.

Watching Ange's disappearing figure, Novia suddenly blushed, her expression a complex mix of shyness, anger, regret, and confusion.

Seeing Novia's expression, Lena shrank back, her intuition telling her that it was best not to provoke Novia right now.

On the other hand, Ange, who was out of Novia's sight, breathed a sigh of relief.

Serves you right, hahaha. Who told you to be so indecent last night? He just wanted to kiss her, and you went straight for a home run.

Ange rubbed her temples in embarrassment. "Don't say anymore... it was just a moment of impulse. Hmm, it must be Naya's fault, she's the one who corrupted me."

【hehe...】

While chatting with the system, Ange also arrived at the church door and gently pushed it open.

However, after seeing the figure standing at the door, Anjie froze on the spot.

A long purple dress, long purple hair, purple eyes...

"My little pet, it's been so long! Did you miss me?" Naya put her hands behind her back, leaned forward, and pressed her full breasts against Ange's body, looking up at Ange with a smile.

She seemed to enjoy Ange's flustered state.

"You...how did you get here?" Anjie was somewhat bewildered.

Ange was completely helpless against this elusive god who coveted her body.

Naya smiled sweetly, "I missed you, so I came to see you."

Naya carries an alluring, sweet scent, like a wild rose growing on her body, delicate and charming.

The fragrance that kept filling her nostrils made Anjie blush slightly, and she had to look away. "Don't get so close, it's not good if others see us."

"Then... does that mean as long as there's no one around, I can..." This time, Nya didn't let Ange off the hook, instead pressing her weight down on Ange even more heavily.

Anjie could see her round breasts bulging and deformed by the pressure of her breasts whenever she looked down.

Naya's alluring voice kept bringing back memories of that night.

"You smell like another woman... Sniff, my little pet is really attractive."

And...is your face...a disguise? It looks nothing like your original appearance."

Naya's small nose twitched against Ange's neck, and she turned to look at Ange's already red earlobes, a mischievous smile flashing in her purple eyes.

"...I...I..." The constant flow of fragrance made Anjie unable to speak clearly.

Just then, Novia's voice came from behind: "Ange, who is this person? What are you doing...?"

Novia's voice grew softer and softer, as Ange and Nyarlathotep seemed to be embracing each other in a daze.

The moment Ange heard Novia's voice, her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, a little pet? I was wondering why her scent was so familiar. So you two did something naughty." Naya peeked out and looked at Novia, then fixed her amused gaze on Ange.

It's all over, I'm doomed...

What a living hell this is!

Whether it was the surprise and grievances coming from behind her or the mockery coming from in front of her, An Jie felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

[I just confessed my feelings to someone last night, and this morning he was hugging another woman.]

The Tauren are ecstatic!!!

A bead of cold sweat slid down Anjie's forehead.

She doesn't even have the energy to argue with the system right now.

Novia bit her lip, staring intently into Nyarlathotep's eyes. "Stay away from Ange. She...she's not your pet!"

Ange wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Novia's tone sounded somewhat aggrieved.

Naya raised an eyebrow and pushed Ange away with a smile, "Alright, alright, you two little cuties can't take a joke, hehe."

As the warmth in her arms gradually dissipated, Anjie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only then that Ange came to her senses.

From Novia and Naya's conversation, it seems they knew each other before?

What exactly is Novia's identity? How does she know Nyarlathotep, the Outer God...?

While Ange was pondering, Naya also entered the church and closed the church door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" Novia asked, looking at Nyarlathotep warily.

Naya shrugged. "Don't be so hostile towards me. After all, I'm not a bad person."