Kariel enjoyed the softness in her hands while looking at the timid Loran with amusement.
“Don’t worry, those gods aren’t as omniscient and omnipotent as you imagine.
They are probably hunkered down in their divine kingdoms, not daring to take a single step out.”
Loran relaxed slightly upon hearing this.
“Why don’t they dare to come out?”
“Who knows?” Kariel shrugged.
“Anyway, that’s how it’s been since we cut down the Goddess.
Back then, I was just in charge of the city and writing the breeding guidebook, so I don’t know much.”
“Even why I was able to successfully inherit a sliver of authority, I’m still confused about it to this day.”
…
After Kariel shared some historical secrets, confirming for Loran that the Church of Light wasn’t exactly a good group, she proposed to take her leave.
“Although I’d love to stay the night, because of your stabilizing potion, the Third Imperial Princess Elizabeth has reached a new commercial cooperation with Pink Harbor, so I must go back to handle it.”
Kariel looked regretfully at the large Loran on Loran’s chest, then waved her hand, transforming into a black cat.
She disappeared into the night.
Loran remained where she was, deep in thought.
She suspected that the matter of the gods hunkering down in their divine kingdoms definitely hid a significant secret.
And it must have a great deal to do with faith, otherwise why would the Orthodox Churches be in such a hurry to collect faith points?
Perhaps the originally useless power of faith had been developed for a new purpose?
Just like her system.
But if that were the case, it would be even harder for her to collect faith points.
Sigh, the future is bleak…
Even though she had obtained Kariel’s confession and felt she had someone to rely on, she felt even more pressure.
“Let’s drink a bit more to relieve it.”
Loran muttered, staggering toward the door.
…
After several rounds of drinks.
“Ying ying ying, so delicious~ Let me have some more…
Wuu wuu wuu, I’m under so much pressure…
Wai bi ba fu.”
This was Loran, swimming on the sofa while drunk.
“Mother…
Mother Luo Lan, my sister and I have had such a hard life, you finally came to save us.”
Beside them, Renee looked at the two drunken people speechlessly, helplessly cleaning up the mess in the living room.
As an Undead Witch, her soul was extremely powerful, so naturally, she wouldn’t get drunk.
Thanks to Sister Loran, after taking that special alchemy material.
Without being discovered by the Church of the Fire God, her body could accommodate a bit more magic power, making cleaning up quite fast.
In about half an hour, she finished cleaning and sent Jenny and Loran to their respective rooms.
Just as she was tucking Loran in, she was grabbed and held in the drunken Great Sister’s arms.
“Gu hehe, Little Renee, white and white, two ears standing up…”
Renee was pulled down onto the bed, her face buried in the large softness, leaving her somewhat dazed.
“Sister Loran, you’re drunk, let me go!”
She tried to struggle, but Loran already possessed [Elementary Magic Power], so her small physique was naturally of no use.
Instead, her flailing short arms made Loran somewhat unhappy; while holding her tighter, she also raised her hand and spanked her bottom.
“Little Renee is not behaving, oh~ I know…
It’s because Little Renee is hungry.”
“Mother will feed you now…”
Then, in Renee’s horrified gaze, the development of events completely exceeded the imagination of her nine hundred years of experience.
…
Who am I, where am I?
Renee was somewhat dazed; she only felt as if she were lying in her mother’s arms, enjoying the most intimate care, as if floating in a top-tier hot spring infused with milk and roses, swimming wantonly.
Hungry or thirsty, she could quench her thirst at any time.
All this time, she had been the Church Sage that others relied on.
Later, the Goddess fell, the Church perished, and she was constantly hunted down in the long river of time.
For a very, very long time, she hadn’t enjoyed the feeling of being cared for by a mother.
“Mother…” Renee muttered in a daze while lying in Loran’s arms, but she quickly realized something was wrong.
Her eyes widened, her pupils shaking violently.
No, what am I doing?!
I, a dignified nine-hundred-year-old Sage and Undead Witch, am actually, actually gorging myself in the arms of a girl over eight hundred years younger than me.
Renee disengaged from Loran’s arms as if ejected, standing before the bed.
Her eyes held thirty percent shyness, thirty percent shock, and ninety-four percent terror, while the intoxicating sweetness still lingered in her mouth.
Good heavens, the special alchemy material she had been longing for actually originated from the beautiful Great Sister before her.
Now that she knew this secret, she felt no joy at all.
Her mind was almost a mess, and there was also a trace of excitement she hadn’t even noticed herself.
Given the current situation, if she wanted to quickly treat the soul problems brought about by her rebirth, she had to…
This is really too…
No, how could I have such thoughts. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“Renee, oh Renee, you are a dignified nine-hundred-year-old Great Sage, how can you be so shameless, you are simply brazen!”
Renee scolded herself in a low voice, suppressing her emotions, pretending to be calm as she tidied Loran’s clothes and covered her with the quilt.
But looking at the sleeping Loran, beside her head, an angel and devil version of herself seemed to appear.
The devil Renee said.
“Try it again, anyway Miss Loran is sleeping so soundly.
She is so beautiful and so gentle, she is simply a gift from heaven for you.”
“After being a Sage for so many years, can’t you even enjoy the warmth of maternal radiance?”
The angel Renee said.
“Devil Renee is right, go for it!”
…
“Ahhh no!” Renee exclaimed, “Absolutely cannot indulge in such perverted things.”
She slapped her cheeks hard, turned off the light, and her limping short legs ran out with astonishing speed.
She left the room as if fleeing.
…
The next morning, Loran woke up from her sleep.
Feeling refreshed all over.
Sure enough, the decision to drink a lot of [spirit dragon blood brew] yesterday was correct; she felt the pressure and depression in her chest had been vented out.
It can only be said that magic alcohol is too powerful.
She even had an illusion that the weight on her chest had lightened, making her shoulders much easier.
Walking down to the second floor, the table in the resting area was already set with cooked breakfast.
It was a simple sandwich and a bowl of oatmeal.
But the person cooking was different from usual; it wasn’t Jenny, but Renee standing in front of the table.
Jenny was sitting on the sofa with messy hair, eating breakfast with somewhat unfocused eyes.
It wasn’t that she was slacking off, but the hangover was too severe; although [spirit dragon blood brew] was very beneficial to the body, it was alcohol after all.
There was also a vague memory of herself hugging Loran and calling her mother while acting like a spoiled child.
She didn’t know if it really happened or if it was just a drunken dream.
At this moment, seeing Loran wearing thin pajamas, her face suddenly flushed hot, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Renee, who was on the side, naturally also saw Loran coming down, and her small face quickly flushed with blood as well.
It was rosy; although she hadn’t drunk any alcohol in the morning, she looked as if she were drunk.
This made Loran somewhat strange.
“Oh my, why are you blushing, did something happen?”
Jenny was fine, but Renee was usually quite cold, how did both of them become so red-faced.
How strange.