Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level? - [Vol. 5] Chapter 234

[Vol. 5] Chapter 234: The Heartless Saintess

The bright moonlight of the night remained as pure and flawless as ever.

In the pile of debris at the old warehouse site of the Spirit Veil Merchant Guild in Saint Sarnos City, a faintly shimmering, twisted silver light suddenly appeared.

A faint halo cleared away the debris, revealing a shimmering silver aperture that resembled a flower in full bloom. This spatial portal rippled gently.

About three seconds later, a young woman slowly stepped through.

She wore a long, elegant robe of white and platinum, her wavy hair clear as crystal, with bright eyes, a perfect smile, and a crown upon her head. It was a figure of pure sanctity.

Her arrival was like light illuminating the earth. Even in this dilapidated, cluttered, abandoned warehouse, her presence brought an illusion of vitality and brightness.

Of course, that was only an illusion.

Yet, the woman herself seemed almost to embody ?Light? itself. This sense of her being transcended mere appearance or aura, reaching into her very essence.

Descending from the portal, her elegantly booted feet touched the ground lightly. She paused, glancing back at the gradually fading gateway, her lips curling into a gentle, flawless smile, and then gracefully walked forward as if she knew the way well.

Leaving the warehouse, she stepped out of the old Spirit Veil Merchant Guild site. Under the vast, empty moonlit sky, the night remained serenely quiet.

She advanced.

Soon, her figure arrived at a noisy, bustling street.

Groups of demon guards rushed back and forth, shadow demons glided like hunters through the darkness, and from time to time, large-winged demon beasts flew past under the moonlight.

The entire city was searching for enemies. Any native being, even slightly suspicious, would be immediately captured or killed.

Sounds of dragging, struggling, and wailing echoed occasionally from somewhere on the streets. Besides capturing those who dared to wander outside their homes, demons would sometimes break down locked doors and storm into homes to search them.

Amid the terrified screams of women and children, the clattering and crashing sounds of overturned furniture filled the air, like a cold, merciless purge.

The young woman took it all in, seeing and hearing everything.

Blood spilled, sometimes splattering on the ground near her steps, mingling with the cries of the dying and their instinctive, desperate pleas: “God, please save us… save this city,” like a final lament tormenting the hearts of every faithful believer.

But she did nothing.

She merely walked forward in silence, like a saint traversing through hell, her pure and unblemished face showing genuine sorrow and devotion.

Her hands were clasped in front of her, offering prayers for the infernal scene and for the dead.

?Great and exalted Light of Origins, praised be Your name.?

?You are the embodiment of dawn and hope.?

?You are the first light of the world, the ruler of all that is beautiful and bright.?

?I offer my heartfelt prayer to You.?

?Let the holy light be upon me, dispel wickedness, and purify my heart.?

Chanting, she continued walking forward, stepping over the blood and the corpses of the dead.

The girl was unseen by the charging demons. The suffering people saw no trace of her presence, and even the flawless white moon overhead did not let its light intertwine with her being.

The girl disappeared at the end of the street.

When she reappeared, she was standing beneath a towering and magnificent temple.

“……”

Near an excavated, deserted ruin, the girl looked around.

Quickly, she spotted her target and walked toward the marks of the excavation.

*Swish!*

A flash of silver sword light suddenly tore through the night!

Before any figure was seen, a fierce sword, carried by a gust of wind, slashed directly towards the blonde girl’s face!

“Impressive swordsmanship.”

She praised it, and without any visible movement, a pure golden barrier rose from the ground, colliding with the incoming sword light in a thunderous impact that sent powerful shockwaves and resonant hums through the air.

The assailant’s figure finally revealed itself to her.

A tall, athletic young woman stood before her, wielding a blunt-edged sword that appeared more like a practice weapon. She had neatly tied black hair in a long ponytail, wore martial attire, and had a striking presence.

Her face was beautiful enough to be called lovely, but her gaze was sharp and cold, like a protective mother leopard defending her territory from an intruder threatening her young.

As the shockwave faded, the golden-haired girl calmly lowered the slightly damaged barrier. Her light-blue eyes flicked over the blunt-edged sword and then, as if in realization, she gave a slight nod.

“So, you must be Kiri of the ?Blunt Edge?, the fourth of the Six Disciples of the Swift Wind Sword Saint. I heard you were involved in the war against the demons in Sarnos province but vanished soon after. So that’s how it is…”

“I’ve heard that the ?Blunt Edge? has become the most formidable attacker of the Swift Wind Sword Saint’s six disciples. Truly extraordinary~”

Despite the generous praise, Kiri, the swordswoman known as ?Blunt Edge?, simply raised her blunt-edged sword with its twin blades once more, her expression cold.

“This isn’t a place for you.”

The golden-haired girl smiled.

“This is the central temple of Saint Sarnos City, a holy place built by the hands of my Goddess’ followers. Every brick is a testament to our faith. If even a Goddess’ servant like me shouldn’t be here, who would be more fitting?”

“I think… at the very least, it shouldn’t be demons, don’t you?”

“Are you courting death?”

“Enough, Kiri. Stand down.”

Just as the cold light on the blunt-edged sword flared again, a warm, seductive voice, soft yet filled with endless allure, sounded lazily from the moonlit temple above, causing Kiri’s figure to tremble slightly. She quickly sheathed her sword and stood respectfully.

“Understood, my lady.”

Looking up without much surprise, the golden-haired girl saw a graceful figure floating above the temple ruins. A girl with dark demon wings unfurled behind her and smooth, pink hair reflecting an unusual sheen under the silver moon.

She wore a lavish dress resembling that of a human noblewoman, yet it teasingly exposed her fair shoulders and smooth back, with her supple curves shifting slightly in the air as her wings moved, creating an eye-catching, deep neckline.

*Clack.*

The girl descended gracefully from the air and stood on the ground, her agile demon wings slowly drooping, hanging on either side, with their long, slender tips idly swaying in the air.

Every subtle movement, every slight expression, seemed to emanate her boundless allure, drawing all eyes to her. This was the charm of a succubus.

In fact, ever since the succubus appeared and landed not far from the blonde girl, Kiri, the swordswoman known as the ?Blunt Edge?, had been unable to take her beautiful eyes off the succubus for even a moment. Her gaze, once cold when facing the blonde girl, had softened into a pool of spring water and mist.

Clearly, she had been captured, body and soul, by the succubus. Even without the use of charm magic, she was willing to follow any command from her.

But neither the golden-haired girl nor the newly arrived succubus lingered their gaze on the strong disciple of the Sword Saint. Instead, they quietly observed each other, as if engaged in an invisible duel.

Finally, the succubus sighed and shook her head, the pink glow in her violet eyes slowly fading.

This was a way for a succubus to show they bore no hostility.

“So it’s you. You do have some nerve and skill, to come alone to a demon city at a time like this.”

A clear and fluent voice, speaking the sacred language of the Holy Empire, drifted softly from the pink-haired succubus standing beneath the moonlight.

“The Bright Light Saintess, Yuna Summerfield.”