Capítulo 841: Chapter D301: Idol

Under the rising warm sun, the Hero stood up and stretched lazily.

Although her stomach felt a little better, she didn’t choose to leave, instead standing quietly between the Holy City and the remnants of that Nightmare.

She stood motionless in the same place until the rising sun once again set in the west, confirming that there was no longer any lingering presence of the Nightmare before she slowly sighed in relief.

Throughout this entire long day, no one came to disturb her watch—last night, under her orders, this area had been strictly sealed off, not even allowing a bird to fly over.

The infection of the Nightmare is always silent, even though the Hero has accumulated rich experience in handling Nightmares, if the dream plague truly spread within the Holy City, she dared not confidently claim she could heal everyone.

Due to the urgency of the situation, she hadn’t explained much to the Divine Wood Bishop at the time, the Hero was initially worried whether her attitude was too forceful, but now it seemed she was overly concerned.

‘Do you have any awareness of being a Saintess?’ Another self shook her head and sighed.

‘There’s no need to explain even when you kill, why must you explain when saving people.’

‘Even for a Saintess, mutual understanding with others is very important.’ The Hero smiled and said.

At least for now, this sudden war could be considered a great victory for them, not only was there no casualty, apart from her stomach being uncomfortable for half a day, she didn’t gain any strange curses or inescapable blessings.

As for the Knights who directly participated in yesterday’s battle, the Black Dream Key has already begun to check for hidden dangers one by one, so there’s no need for her to worry further.

Patting her now-flat stomach, the Hero lifted her head, her emerald-hued pupils reflecting the distant Holy City, still lit.

“Alright, Gleaming Scales, let’s go back!”

With light steps, the girl headed towards that bustling and warm direction in the dusk.

[Fervor of the Holy City (100-Holy Snake Sect disbanded, 100+conversion)]

D100+50=d100(50)+50=100

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In the short two days that the Hero was stationed outside the city, her reputation as the Saintess Agent soared once more.

Now, in every corner of the Holy City, people could be heard discussing her name and stories, with the rumors growing increasingly absurd, forcing the Church to send priests to clarify and dispel the rumors one by one.

Even though most people weren’t able to witness that epic battle outside the city, the earth-shattering wave of Magic Power that night was enough to terrify even the fledgling Professionals.

Moreover, now as long as one climbed to a high place and looked out, they could see the distant towering Nightmare Fossil Mountain.

The existence of the Deep Sea Demon could no longer be hidden, but luckily the Hero had already ascended to the position of Saintess, so even if made public, ordinary citizens wouldn’t easily suffer from the Nightmare’s erosion.

Therefore, after careful discussion among the Church’s high officials and upon consulting the Hero, they decided to disclose some information in a limited manner.

But this didn’t manage to quell the discussions, the priests, with faces full of reverence, continuously recounted the Hero’s deeds, vividly describing the fear and threat of the Nightmare, and eloquently narrating how the Hero courageously defeated this terrifying Great Demon…

It could only be said that the atmosphere in the city naturally became increasingly fervent.

The Hero’s brief life story became almost universally known, at the Pure White Square, many little girls in imitation nun robes played, chasing with wooden sticks pretending to be the Holy Sword; vendors sold candy shaped like Phoenix storing a small amount of Fire Element and blue bread shaped like large shrimp; the stories sung by the bards were so exaggerated that the Hero herself didn’t know who they were praising; and the small church in the center of the Pure White Square was surrounded by layers upon layers of people.

Even at the height of the Divine Knowledge Saintess, her fame wouldn’t surpass the current Hero’s. The Church high officials also gladly fanned the flames of this fervor, leaving the Hero, who had returned to the Cathedral, a bit puzzled and uneasy.

“Didn’t the Divine Knowledge Saintess also defeat a Great Demon…” The Hero muttered in confusion.

“She didn’t defeat it right at these people’s doorsteps.” The Depraved Hero, out for a stroll, lazily replied, slowly bringing a rainbow-colored pastry to her mouth, chewing cheerfully.

“Humankind, this short-lived race, can only see what’s right in front of them; even if you tell them about the past achievements of the Saintesses and how many things the Puppet Lady did, those distant matters can’t dilute their worship for me.”

“…You make it sound like I’m not human.” To the Hero’s ridicule, the red-eyed she sneered, not even bothering to refute, concentrating on the taste of the dessert in her mouth.

Seeing her enjoying herself like that, the Hero couldn’t keep chatting and reached for the snacks on the table.

As the Saintess Agent, after defeating the Great Demon, she was supposed to have many tasks, like the upcoming measures against the Nightmare, the narrative for the propaganda, and so on…

But having eaten a big meal yesterday and stood guard all day, yet without even a day off, she was to start working again, another self immediately issued a firmly worded declaration: Whoever wants to be the Saintess can take it, if you do it again, I’m going on strike!

Faced with the Depraved Hero’s firm threat, even the Hero couldn’t resist the seduction of rest.

So, after giving the bishops some simple suggestions that didn’t really count as instructions, she decided to temporarily put work aside, first return to her room, take a comfortable bath, change clothes, and have the kitchen send up a refined Dessert Tower.