I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

He looked up at Lisa, who was a few meters away.

Under the moonlight, this disciplinary nun, who always presented a cold face, was now blushing from her cheeks to her ears, and even her fair neck had turned an alluring pink.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at Lynn at all.

"I……"

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just stomped her foot and ran towards the cabin without looking back.

That figure, so flustered and disheveled, made it seem as if Lynn were some kind of primordial beast.

Lynn stood on the edge of the cliff, watching her figure disappear rapidly into the night.

Tranquility returned to the mountaintop.

Only the howling night wind swirled in my ears.

Lynn slowly lowered her hand from her cheek and looked down at her empty palm.

The touch and warmth of her hand seemed to linger there.

Everything that just happened was so fast, it felt like an unreal dream.

That nun who draws her sword at the drop of a hat, whose face practically screams "Keep Out"...

Did she kiss him first?

Lynn stood there, silent for a very long time.

A long time passed.

"Pfft."

An uncontrollable chuckle escaped from his lips.

He shook his head, his expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

That's great.

A night breeze blew by, ruffling the stray hairs on Lynn's forehead.

It seems his life as a lowly servant will only get more and more exciting.

Chapter 101 Not for Sale Anymore

A new day has begun.

The atmosphere inside the wooden cabin was somewhat subtle.

Anna sat at the table, sipping her hot porridge. She looked much better, and the wounds in her soul were slowly healing, though she couldn't use her magic for the time being.

Lynn sat opposite her, slowly munching on a piece of bread.

Lisa, on the other hand, had been avoiding him since she woke up in the morning.

She kept her head down, poking at the cereal in her bowl with a spoon, as if the bowl held some deep-seated enemy.

"Sister, did you not sleep well last night?" Lynn asked knowingly, her tone carrying a lazy smile. "Your dark circles are almost down to your chin."

Lisa tightened her grip on the spoon.

She abruptly raised her head, wanting to kill this bastard with her eyes, but when she met Lynn's mocking eyes, the chaotic and shameful memories of last night uncontrollably flooded her mind.

"I'm stuffed!"

Lisa left after saying those words.

Anna put down the porridge, a knowing smile flashing in her golden eyes. She looked at Lynn and asked softly, "Did you bully her?"

“Your Highness, this is a huge injustice.” Lynn spread his hands innocently. “I was just concerned about Lisa.”

Anna smiled noncommittally and didn't press the matter further.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the small village that was awakening in the morning light.

"Let's go, it's time to say goodbye to them."

At the foot of the mountain, the old village chief and all the villagers were already waiting there.

They hadn't prepared any valuable gifts, just some dried meat, leather bags filled with water, and wild fruits covered in dew that the children had picked overnight.

“Your Holiness, we…we have nothing to repay you with.” Tears welled in the old village chief’s cloudy eyes as he handed Anna a cloth bag full of food. “Take this on your journey.”

Anna did not refuse; she reached out and took it, then bowed deeply to all the villagers.

"Take care of yourself."

The villagers knelt down and prayed for the saint who had saved their village.

Lynn and Lisa stood silently behind Anna, watching this scene unfold.

Sunlight fell on Anna's profile, casting a soft halo around her, making her appear both sacred and warm.

After saying goodbye to the villagers, the three continued on their journey.

Lynn rode his unicorn, Lisa led her warhorse, and Anna, being weak, rode alongside Lynn in front of him.

"southward."

"Leave the Kingdom of Orentia and go to the Duchy of Toussaint."

Lynn nodded, gently spurred the horse, and the Holy Spirit Unicorn let out a light neigh, took off galloping south.

Mount Nikolay, along with its chaotic past, was left behind.

……

at the same time.

In Ravenhill, the capital of the Kingdom of Orentia, thousands of miles away, the country is immersed in a festive celebration.

The annual Ravenhill Spring Trade Fair is in full swing.

In the spacious central square, merchants from all over the mainland set up all kinds of tents and stalls, and the dazzling array of goods shimmered with an alluring luster in the sunlight.

Dwarven rune weapons, elven magical ornaments, orc rare furs, goblin alchemical potions... The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, the fragrance of ale, and the crisp sound of gold coins clinking together.

However, amidst this hustle and bustle, there is one corner that seems out of place.

It was a stall in a prime location, right next to the fountain in the center of the square.

Yet this stall was so deserted that crows built their nests on it.

The cat, Bai Bai, had two fluffy ears that drooped listlessly. Its chin rested on a stall piled high with top-quality goods, and its tail swept the ground idly, kicking up a few specks of dust.

So frustrating, meow.

She looked at the items on her stall.

【Breath of the Flame Demon】: A masterpiece of the dwarven blacksmith, with high-level fire damage. One axe blow can roast a troll to medium-rare. Priced at 5,000 gold coins, is it expensive? Not at all.

【Tears of the Stars】: Made from a mixture of Moonlight Well water and unicorn tears, it can instantly heal near-death injuries. Is selling it for 10,000 gold coins too much? It's practically a bargain.

【Void Dragon Scale】: Slaughtered from adult Void Dragons, it is a top-tier material for crafting legendary robes and would be a prized item in any auction house.

......

But now, these treasures are just sitting here, ignored by everyone.

Why is this happening?

The cat couldn't understand it.

She clearly got such a good stall by virtue of her business acumen, and she even brought out all her best-kept secrets.

But these days, not only have we not made a sale, not even a single person has come to inquire about the price.

Is my stall... cursed? Meow...

Cat Baibai sighed deeply, took out a huge slice of dried fish from his small backpack, and took a big bite.

"That bastard..."

She mumbled incoherently.

No one knows where she went, leaving her, a weak and helpless little cat girl, in this unfamiliar city.

Although he's a complete idiot, loves to take advantage of others, and always bullies me...

But if he were here, he certainly wouldn't let his stall be so deserted.

Cat Bai took another bite of the fish slice, feeling even more agitated.

Just as the cat was wallowing in self-pity...

In a private room on the second floor of a restaurant not far away, a young man dressed in simple clothes, yet exuding an air of nobility, was quietly watching the catgirl with a worried expression through the window.

"His Majesty."

An attendant stood respectfully behind him and reported in a low voice.

"As you instructed, we have 'deterred' many people who tried to approach the stall. Most of them were adventurers who wanted to buy things, and a few were spies sent by other merchant guilds to investigate."

The boy was none other than Yarwin, the king of the Kingdom of Orentia.

He picked up the black tea on the table, took a small sip, and said nothing.

The attendant, somewhat unsure of the young monarch's thoughts, could only continue, "But... Your Majesty, won't our covert protection cause any misunderstanding for... Princess Shanloria?"

"A misunderstanding?" Yarwin put down his teacup. "It's better for her to misunderstand than for her to be in danger."

He only learned today that the strange catgirl who set up a stall at the trade fair, selling a bunch of top-tier equipment but attracting no customers, was actually the princess from Shanoria who was almost engaged to him two years ago.

Yarwin still remembered how, two years ago, when the envoy from Shanloria arrived with the marriage certificate, his father had dismissively tossed it aside after hearing the envoy's introduction.

"An adopted daughter of unknown origin, and a sub-species at that? Does she even deserve to marry my child?"

Yarwin still remembers those words vividly.

Now it seems that this little cat girl, whom her father looked down upon, was not entirely without merit.

At least, she didn't abuse her princess status; instead, she chose to earn money through her own hard work as an ordinary businesswoman.

Self-reliance and self-improvement are indeed good.

Yarwin tapped his fingertips lightly on the windowsill.

Unfortunately... her status as an adopted daughter was ultimately something that couldn't be openly acknowledged.

Moreover, she was parading around with so many top-tier magical equipment, making her a veritable treasure trove in this chaotic royal city, with countless greedy eyes secretly watching her.

"Pass down the order." Yarwin withdrew his gaze, his voice regaining its monarchical authority and coldness.

"Send more people to protect her secretly 24 hours a day. I don't want her to run into any trouble before the trade fair ends."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The attendant acknowledged the order and withdrew.

The private room returned to silence.

Yarwin turned his gaze back to the small stall outside the window, watching the catgirl still struggling with the dried fish slices, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, in the square, a fat businessman who looked wealthy and powerful finally mustered up the courage to walk towards Cat Whitey's stall.

He took a liking to the [Breath of the Flame Demon] weapon, and his mouth was practically watering.

However, he had only taken two steps when two drunken mercenaries bumped into him, knocking over the expensive pastries on his plate. They then grabbed him, apologized profusely, and dragged him to the other side of the tavern without saying a word.

The fat merchant dared not speak out in anger, and could only watch helplessly as he got further and further away from that divine weapon.

Cat Bai Bai took in all of this. She blinked blankly, then stuffed the last piece of fish into her mouth.

"Waaah... I'm not selling it anymore, meow!"

Chapter 102 Holy Song City

Lynn and his two companions headed south, and the wind gradually became warmer.

The northern part of the Kingdom of Orentia is mountainous and forested. The further south you go, the flatter and more open the terrain becomes. Large areas of farmland and pastures replace the dense forests and wilderness. Occasionally you can see a few small villages scattered along the roadside, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys.

Anna leaned against Lynn's chest, her body rising and falling slightly with the unicorn's steps.

Lisa rode her horse alongside on the left, keeping a meter or two's distance from Lynn.

She hasn't said a single word to Lynn since she left this morning.