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

The giant python lowered its head, observing the priest closely. "Since you are a follower of the Church of Light... then you should know where your saintess is, right?"

The priest was taken aback.

The other party... is here to see the Holy Maiden?

"What business do you have with Her Majesty?"

"Heh... You still dare to ask me questions now?" The giant python chuckled disdainfully. "However, since you're braver than those cowardly humans, I can answer your question. Your Holy Maiden stole the divine artifact of our Snow Clan."

"Stealing...the artifact?" The priest repeated the phrase several times, finally asking in confusion, "Could you tell me approximately when?"

"Just yesterday!"

"Huh? You...you must have made a mistake? The Holy Maiden has been in our fortress these past few days, how could she possibly have gone to your territory to steal the artifact?" Confusion overcame the priest's fear.

The giant python sneered, "Still dare to argue with me?! If you've got the guts, let your Holy Maiden come out and confront me!"

“But…the Holy Maiden has just been captured…” The priest’s lips twitched slightly.

The giant python was taken aback, then flew into a rage, "Who?! How dare they kidnap my target!"

Priest: "Uh...she was...captured by the saint's mother..."

P.S.: I always thought there couldn't be a more ridiculous show than the opening ceremony, until I saw the closing ceremony...

Chapter 15, Section 118, Waiting for Dua Lang

Giant python: "...Huh?"

Just when the priest thought the giant python would let them go because their target had left, he saw the python flick its tail, and with a loud bang, a snow mountain was swept in half by its thick tail, the rumbling sound echoing throughout the battlefield.

What would be a fatal avalanche for a normal person is nothing more than a small clump of snow on the tail of a giant python.

"Heh, cunning human, trying to deceive me? Everyone knows that Kastal has no mother!"

The priest blinked. "Casdale? Wait, I think there might be a tiny bit of misunderstanding between us!"

"I will never trust you cunning humans again!"

With its scarlet forked tongue flicking in and out, the giant python opened its blood-red maw and bit down hard on the priest.

The believers and soldiers watching all this from afar instinctively shouted the priest's name.

But their mournful cries did nothing to stop the python's fangs.

At the critical moment, a golden spear pierced the sky and lay across the giant python's mouth.

With a clanging, teeth-grinding scraping sound, the massive golden spear forcefully blocked the giant python's attack.

This sudden scene stunned everyone present.

The giant python narrowed its snake eyes, looking with displeasure in the direction from which the spear had been shot.

Before long, the Pope and the three chief judges appeared in everyone's sight.

Emil waved his hand at the spear, and the spear turned into golden light, shrank, and returned to Emil's hand.

The three chief judges all had golden wings on their backs, and each person's wings were different.

Emil has six golden wings, Joan has a pair of large wings, and Gaya's wings look much smaller but are very delicate.

Only Pope Jeremiah stood in mid-air without any assistance, as if walking on flat ground.

The appearance of the Pope and the Chief Justice instantly ignited the emotions of the soldiers and believers.

Gaya looked down at the soldiers and believers who were weeping and wailing below, waved her hand, and cast a wide-range healing spell, the warm holy light enveloping the entire fortress.

The gentle power of holy light instantly soothed people's emotions.

Only then did Pope Jeremiah look at the giant serpent and ask slowly, "Jormungandr, you have overstepped your bounds. In the Hundred Races Pact you signed, you agreed not to actively offend human territories."

Jormungandr snorted coldly, "You really have the nerve to bring up the contract with me? Speaking of which, I should be the one to confront you. Your names were on the original Hundred Races Contract, and you promised not to invade our territory. But look at you now!? Your Holy Maiden actually broke into our territory and even stole our artifact!"

Jeline frowned, then exchanged glances with Joan and the other two, all seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

How did Anjie inexplicably end up on the northern border, and even steal someone else's magical artifact?

Once we catch that girl, we'll definitely teach her a lesson!

After making up her mind, Jelinek looked at Jormungandr again.

This time, however, she understood that she was in the wrong, so her tone softened considerably. "If that is indeed the case, I will certainly give you a satisfactory answer. Unfortunately, we are also currently searching for the Holy Maiden."

A mocking glint flashed in Jormungandr's serpentine eyes. "Do you think I'm stupid? Just now, your priest tried to deceive me, saying that the saintess had been taken away by her mother. Heh, you cunning humans, I won't believe you anymore."

Upon hearing this, all four of them, including Jelinek, were taken aback.

Just then, the priest, who had been trying to remain a nobody in the conversation between the big shots, raised his hand and said, "Um... can I interrupt?"

Jelinek glanced at him. "Speak."

The priest, as if granted a reprieve, said in a very fast voice, "The saint that Lord Jormungandr is looking for may not be Saint Ange. Rather... the previous saint, Lady Castel."

After saying this, the priest, fearing that the fight between the two adults would cause collateral damage, turned around and ran away in a flash.

However, his words elicited a huge reaction from Jelena and the other three. They exchanged glances and exclaimed in unison, "Casdale!?"

Jormungandr, observing the three's reactions, was also somewhat puzzled. "What's wrong? Besides your Saintess Kastal, what other crazy woman could steal an artifact?"

After a moment of silence, Jeline said softly, "Actually, Caster disappeared fifty years ago, and we are still searching for her. Our Church of Light's current unmarried woman is Caster's daughter, Ange Saint Mississippi."

This time, Jormungandr was completely bewildered.

...

Ange, who was being carried on Kassier's shoulder, felt so much jolted along that she almost threw up her leftover food from the night before.

However, for some reason, an irresistible drowsiness surged into her brain and instantly took over her consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, the scene around her was no longer the unchanging wind and snow, but an unfamiliar ceiling.

This is clearly a human-shaped room, with warm sunlight streaming through the windows and illuminating the room's furnishings.

"Holy crap! Where am I?"

Anjie quickly sat up and exclaimed in surprise.

Only then did she belatedly realize that she was not wearing any clothes, only covered by a blanket.

Just as Anjie felt she was in danger of losing her chastity, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

Ange instinctively lifted the blanket to cover herself, and then saw Casdale walk in with a smile, carrying a stack of clothes.

"Oh, my good daughter is awake." Kastel placed the folded clothes on the bedside table, walked over, and, ignoring Ange's resistance, vigorously rubbed Ange's head.

Ange looked at Castel warily. "Hey, did you take off my clothes?"

Kastal raised an eyebrow and flicked Ange's forehead, making the girl gasp in pain. "Call me Mom. Isn't it normal for a mother to undress her daughter? She can't rest well with her clothes on."

Anjie immediately panicked, "What's normal about this?! I don't even know you, yet you insist I'm your daughter and even took my clothes off! If I could fight you, I... I would have already..."

At first, Ange's tone was very arrogant, but after noticing Casdale's increasingly dangerous gaze, her voice of resistance grew softer and softer, and finally she just snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Seeing the girl's awkward expression, a hint of heartache and self-reproach flashed in Casdale's eyes, but it was quickly masked by a professional smile.

Seeing that Casdale was only silently watching her, Ange felt a little embarrassed. "Why did you bring me here? I still need to go back to the Holy Church in the capital..."

Castells finally responded to those words.

She stood up with a smile, picked up the folded clothes beside her, and gently unfolded them. "I've decided to fulfill my duties as a mother! First and foremost, I must teach my dear daughter how to be beautiful!"

Looking at the outfit, Ange's eyes widened suddenly, "A cat-eared maid outfit!?"

"Hey~ that's right."

"What...what exactly do you want to do?!"

"Hehehe, of course it's... teaching you how to climb dua lang~"

"You, you stay away from me! Aaaaaaahh ...

Chapter 16, Section 119: This is the Saintess's acting skill!

Her face flushed, she stared at Castel with shame and indignation, her light blue eyes filled with anger.

The maid outfit Casdale gave her was a short skirt, and this unsettling attire made her unconsciously pull down the white lace hem, afraid of revealing her most intimate area. Beneath the skirt, her fair thighs, accentuated by white stockings, appeared even longer and more delicate.

"She's such a good daughter, so adorable! Come on, let Mommy give her a rub!"

Ignoring Ange's resistance, Castel pulled the girl into his arms and ruffled Ange's long hair, which was adorned with hair ornaments.

At first, Anjie was just angry, but when she felt the other person's hands start to grope her, she instantly lost her temper.

"I said, that's enough!"

Anjie struggled to break free, asking, "What exactly do you want?"

Castells spread his hands and shrugged. "Of course, it's about cultivating a relationship with my daughter."

"Hehe, there's no need for that. No matter how much you force me, I'll still say the same thing: I don't know you!"

Anjie squinted, her tone somewhat cold.

The one related to Castel by blood is Saint Angelo Mississippi, not her soul from another world.

Moreover, neither the original owner's scattered memories nor his own experiences over the past few years had mentioned Castel.

To Ange, she was nothing more than a stranger.

As for the kind of kinship and blood ties that only appear in novels, those are even more ethereal and unreal.

This is reality, the real world that is within reach.

Even family ties need to be nurtured and maintained, rather than simply relying on blood relations to create an extra bond.

Even if there were some blood ties, Ange would not acknowledge Casdale as her mother.

There is only one reason—