Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level? - [Vol. 5] Chapter 145

[Vol. 5] Chapter 145: Unnecessary Kindness…

Hearing that voice and seemingly recalling something, the White Fox’s silver-blue eyes behind her mask turned subtly. She turned to look at Leila, who also appeared helpless.

“Is this the guy?”

“Yeah… it’s him.”

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly as Miss Violet quickly shifted her gaze to the little pink-haired girl beside her, who was intently reading a children’s picture book and completely ignoring the profound conversations of the adults. Habitually, she reached out and ruffled the girl’s hair.

“Little Eudora, did a strange uncle with a bunch of swords come to chat with you before?”

“Uh?”

The little girl tilted her head in confusion but soon shook it obediently.

“No, sister fox, Eudora has been good and never runs outside alone. Who is this strange uncle?”

“Cough… it’s nothing, nothing at all! You did great!”

Although she said that and gave a thumbs-up for encouragement, the White Fox was secretly engulfed in deep confusion and bewilderment.

This lolicon… If he wasn’t here for little Eudora, then why did he keep coming over every few days? Could it be that, just like they discussed in private before, he wanted to establish a good relationship with the so-called ?Fox Spirit Shrine Maiden??

Speaking of which, who exactly was the ?Fox Spirit Shrine Maiden? in their view?

“Uh, Miss Dawn, what should we do now…?”

While pondering, Mr. Dead Soul outside had already repeated his earlier words several times in a loud voice, unwilling to leave until he saw someone. Naturally, everyone’s gaze gradually focused on the person in question.

“Master, should I go get rid of him?”

“When you say ‘get rid of,’ you don’t mean ‘that’ in a literal sense, do you…?”

After a few helpless comments, Violet could only raise her hand to stop her beloved pet from acting up.

Regardless, Mr. Dead Soul could at least be considered a representative of the Spirit Veil Merchant Guild, a disciple of that old Mr. Diviner. Although he was a lolicon, his character shouldn’t be too bad. It might be better to meet him first.

Maybe there is some important matter at hand?

“I’ll go take a look. You all stay in the carriage.”

After giving her companions a brief reminder, the White Fox stood up and quickly opened the door, jumping down with familiarity.

Once she stepped out of the magically lit carriage, the surrounding environment almost immediately darkened. On either side of her vision were steep, towering cliffs that seemed to stretch endlessly upward.

The sounds of the vehicle’s wheels and the pounding of hooves on the dirt echoed in her ears, while groups of flickering torchlight cast long shadows of the White Fox’s figure on the ground.

Turning around, she saw a gray-clad swordsman walking slowly alongside the advancing convoy, still dressed in his unchanging attire. He was carrying a small bamboo basket covered with black cloth, and she couldn’t tell what was inside.

However, judging by the faintly sweet aroma and warmth emanating from it, it seemed to contain freshly baked food or something similar.

What on earth does this guy want…?

Seeing that Miss White Fox had finally appeared, Mr. Dead Soul was momentarily taken aback and quickly bowed his head in greeting. It seemed he had previously seen Miss White Fox returning from the Saintess Yuna’s place and, assuming she was around, had come over specifically to this side.

“Miss Dawn, I apologize for disturbing you at such a late hour, but since the demon’s affairs are pressing, I tried to find you a few times before but you seemed to be unavailable, so I had no choice but to…”

Indeed, it was now late at night.

To be precise, it was around ten o’clock in the evening, a time when a child like Eudora would be urged to go to bed by the adults.

Meanwhile, the main force of the expedition army that Violet and the others were part of was crossing the canyon between the St. Bergen Mountains at night, heading toward the eastern part of the Holy Empire. According to the plan, they would likely emerge on the other side by early morning.

There are two reasons for traveling at night. On one hand, the expedition army had indeed wasted a lot of time in this area, significantly delaying their scheduled itinerary.

Therefore, after the vanguard cleared the enemies from the mountains and ensured safety, the main force stationed at the entrance of the ?Wall of Heaven? immediately set off to begin their march.

On the other hand, it was also a form of testing.

If demons or those mysterious groups suspected of instigating the ?Blood Calamity? had any schemes, or if there were other forces lingering in the St. Bergen Mountains, then the quiet of the night, when people and horses were weary, would be the perfect opportunity for them to launch an attack.

It might be somewhat risky, but rather than allowing them to attack the numerous transport and supply caravans that would pass through later, it was better for the stronger main force to bear this risk. After all, Yuna and the others were fully prepared for this.

However, as of now, there seemed to be no signs that anything was about to launch an attack.

So much so that this guy named Mr. Dead Soul had the leisure to come over and chat with the girl.

After some thought, Violet decided to respond in a more formal manner.

“It’s okay. I was indeed quite busy recently, and I won’t go into the reasons. I’m really sorry for making you run around for nothing, so what’s the matter?”

“Uh…”

The young swordsman in gray, seemingly not very adept at being alone with girls, appeared somewhat awkward and nervous. After a long pause, he seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly handed the basket he was holding to Miss White Fox, lifting the black cloth covering it.

Sure enough, inside was a box of freshly baked pastries.

Moreover, the appearance of these pastries seemed somewhat different from the common food styles in this world. The soft triangular pastries were arranged to form a pattern resembling a cute little fox, and were adorned with some appealing dried fruits, giving them an elegant quality reminiscent of ancient Eastern cultures from Earth.

“What does this mean?”

Although the sweet aroma did evoke a bit of appetite, Miss White Fox wasn’t so easily swayed by a box of food. She didn’t reach out to take the basket, merely tilting her head slightly, her voice sounding somewhat confused under the torchlight in the dark night.

“Uh… it’s just an apology for intruding! Miss Dawn, you hold a honorable status and must not find ordinary money and treasures worthy of your eye, bringing them out would only insult you. After thinking it over, I figured that food might be the only way I could offer something. I heard that you enjoy light and sweet treats, so I specially prepared these… I hope you won’t find them distasteful.”

“So where did you hear that from…?”

After some thought, Miss White Fox still reached out to take the basket of pastries and shook her head.

“What I mean is, why did you come to see me in the middle of the night with a gift? It can’t just be to say hello or something, right?”

“Uh, no, no, of course not… I…”

“…Just get to the point. What kind of man fidgets like that?”

Sensing the girl’s slight impatience in her words, the swordsman in gray dared not say any more nonsense or hesitate. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the luxurious vehicle in the distance that was moving further away because of their conversation…

Suddenly, he made a move that took Violet by surprise.

He clasped his hands together, stood straight with his feet together, and bowed deeply.

“Miss Dawn! I want to become your disciple and learn the deeper ways of swordsmanship!”

“……”

“Huh?”

After a brief silence, an expression of utter astonishment slipped out from beneath the girl’s mask.

Wait, wait… why is this happening?

To be honest, based on his attitude, Violet had already simulated seven or eight potential actions he might take next in her mind, even considering the extremely unlikely scenario of him directly asking her out, but she never expected this.

What is this nonsense about becoming a disciple?!

Not to mention that she was completely clueless about the so-called ways of swordsmanship, this guy named Soul clearly already had a teacher, right? He was always calling that old diviner “Master,” so was he just saying it for fun?!

As if sensing her impending emotional outburst, the Mr. Dead Soul quickly explained, hearing the odd sound coming from Miss White Fox.

“Ah, you needn’t worry about the formalities. Although my teacher is indeed my master, he only taught us secret techniques and raised us. In our hearts, he’s actually more like a father figure.”

Saying this, the swordsman in gray lowered his head again, looking as if he had made up his mind.

“I truly seek your guidance! Miss Dawn, I hope you will consider it seriously. I know it may seem presumptuous, but I am willing to accept any difficult trials or costs!”