“You agreed just like that?” The other party’s decisive attitude actually stunned Freya for a moment, while Euphemia nodded and said, “Yeah, umm…
are there any more detailed pieces of information?
Tell me about them?”
After all, understanding the situation is crucial for handling the case.
Freya thought for a moment, and her first sentence dropped another bombshell.
“The target is a Rank 5 General of the War Pathway, with a stronghold in a dilapidated blue warehouse on Dreigasse Street in the southern part of the city.”
Euphemia: “?”
Upon hearing the words “Rank 5,” Euphemia couldn’t help but tremble.
“Wait, sis, are you sure?
The enemy is a Rank 5 Beyonder?”
Freya nodded her small head without speaking.
Euphemia’s mouth twitched slightly.
“So you’ve already investigated most of it, haven’t you?
Why not just report it to the police and let the Special Operations Division handle it?”
It’s worth mentioning the status of wild Beyonders in this world.
As long as they don’t maliciously cause destruction, they can live like normal people.
If they want to use their Beyonder powers to make a living, it’s perfectly acceptable as long as they register with the Special Operations Division.
For example, opening a security company or a detective agency.
During her one-month stint at the Special Operations Division in the second simulation, Freya learned of three such companies.
However, the Special Operations Division strictly forbids wild Beyonders from holding private gatherings.
Once discovered, all participants would be arrested.
But as for whether such gatherings actually existed, Freya felt they probably did.
After all, such things are hard to completely prohibit.
And these private gatherings, where potions might be sold, were also the primary reason for the emergence of wild Beyonders.
Returning to the topic, Euphemia said, “If you’re afraid of exposing your identity as a wild Beyonder, I can report it to the police.
I’m an officially registered Beyonder…
Wait, that’s not right.
Aren’t you a normal person?
So how do you know all this?”
Relying on her ability to “read people,” Euphemia could tell that Freya hadn’t lied at all; she had been telling the truth.
But that just made it even more absurd
Freya didn’t answer her question, instead saying, “If we report it directly to the police, we won’t have enough evidence to request a Mobile Squad.
The Special Operations Division will then send people to investigate, but that will only alert the enemy and might even get the investigators killed.”
“So, if possible, I hope you can help me investigate the true identity of that Rank 5 mastermind and gather enough evidence to convince the Special Operations Division to call in a Mobile Squad directly.
Can you do it?”
Euphemia instantly deduced, Does she have connections within the Special Operations Division?
She stroked her chin with one hand, feigning a thoughtful expression, and said, “Alright, I can give it a try.”
Freya extended her right hand and said, “Then…
a pleasure working with you?”
Euphemia also extended her right hand and shook Freya’s.
“A pleasure working with you too, my cute little Boss!
So, I still don’t know your name.”
Freya realized it was true; they had been talking for so long, and she hadn’t even introduced herself.
“My apologies.
You can call me Freya.
By the way, we haven’t discussed the payment for this request yet.”
Euphemia said, “Payment?
Let me think…
How about one hundred Ducats?
Use that money to treat me to a nice meal later, and we’ll call that the payment for this request.”
“Huh?” Freya was stunned.
For such a dangerous and massive job, she was only asking for that little?
Euphemia’s eyes curved into soft crescents.
“Because…
helping a cute girl in need is the best reward for me~ Of course, that being said, completing this request for you also benefits me.”
Freya pondered for a moment and guessed, “Is this the Scholar Pathway’s method for digesting potions?”
Just as the War Pathway could accelerate potion digestion by killing, the Scholar Pathway’s method was to “uncover the truth.”
The scope of “uncovering the truth” was incredibly broad.
On a grand scale, it could mean formulating new mathematical formulas or discovering unknown physical laws.
On a smaller scale, it could be as simple as helping someone find a lost item. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Therefore, Euphemia’s current action of “solving a case” naturally counted.
Euphemia didn’t deny it, nodding and saying, “Mhm~”
Freya then said, “So when do you plan to act?
Can I come with you?”
Normally, this kind of investigation request would just be handed over to a private detective, and the client would simply wait for the results.
But Freya still wanted to be involved, mainly because she was afraid Euphemia might die midway, failing to bring back any intelligence.
If she went along, even if they both died, she could still carry the information they’d gathered into the next simulation.
Euphemia said, “Of course, no problem~ But I need to prepare a bit.
How about we move this afternoon?”
The two agreed on a meeting time and place, and then Freya continued on her way to the Church of the Earth.
She arrived a little later than last time, but the situation here was almost identical to before.
Freya walked toward the church’s main entrance, her heart pounding slightly as she looked at the six-foot-tall church member standing guard like a door god.
She wondered if she’d be able to get in this time.
Then, just as Freya reached the entrance, that arm once again blocked her path.
Seeing this, Freya couldn’t help but sigh.
Could it be that the War Pathway wasn’t the reason?
However, just as she was thinking this, the church member beside her spoke in a trembling voice, “You…
no, You…
such a pure aura, it’s…
it’s…
like the Mother Goddess herself has returned!”
Thud~
As he spoke, the church member actually dropped to his knees right in front of Freya.
Seeing this, Freya was completely stunned.
Dude, what the hell are you doing?
She had only changed her identity; how could the difference between this time and last time be so huge?
A moment later, the church member scrambled back to his feet and said, “I’ll go inform the Archbishop right away.
Please wait inside the church for a moment!”
With that, he ran into the church without a backward glance, leaving Freya standing there, still dazed.
For some reason, a thought suddenly popped into her head: what would the church member’s reaction be if she just left now, and he came back with the Archbishop to find her gone?
But she quickly dismissed the idea.
After all, she was here on serious business, not to play pranks.
Freya also walked into the church.
The first thing that caught her eye was a spacious hall.
Rows of old wooden pews were neatly arranged on both sides, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of plants and wood.
Whether it was psychological or for some other reason, just stepping inside gave one a sense of relaxation and peace.
Freya could see a few believers in worn cloth robes scattered among the pews, their hands clasped and eyes closed in prayer.
Beyond them, the most striking feature was the three statues at the far end of the hall.
The central one was immense, standing seven or eight meters tall, its arms raised in a supporting gesture, connecting the floor to the ceiling as if it were a genuine load-bearing pillar.
The other two statues looked much more conventional.
The one on the left knelt on one knee, its hand resting on the ground as if sensing something.
The statue on the right, the only female among the three, had its hands clasped before its chest, eyes closed.
A ray of sunlight streamed through a church window, illuminating the goddess and bathing her in a sacred aura.
Just as Freya was observing the three statues, a series of heavy thuds echoed as the church member who had been at the door emerged from a side door inside the church, accompanied by the Archbishop.
In Freya’s stereotype, shouldn’t high-ranking religious figures all be frail old men with white hair and beards?
But this Archbishop was completely different from what she had imagined.
The man’s height was easily over two meters.
The light green clerical robe he wore looked like a tight-fitting garment, and his exposed forearms and calves revealed clearly defined muscles, far more exaggerated than any fitness enthusiast Freya remembered from her past life.
This “giant” strode quickly to Freya, his massive body completely blocking the sunlight, giving Freya the illusion that the sky had suddenly darkened.
Thud!
The next second, just like the church member at the door, the Archbishop knelt stiffly before Freya.
A stream of clear tears flowed from his eyes.
“This utterly pure aura, this unparalleled sense of salvation…
You must be the Saintess sent by the Mother Goddess to guide us!”
“Please, I beg you, this is my life’s request!
You must join the Church of the Earth!”
This scene left not only Freya stunned, but also the believers who had been praying on the pews, who now wore expressions of utter shock and astonishment.
However, Freya tilted her head up slightly to look at the Archbishop before her, and another question inexplicably popped into her mind: even while kneeling, this guy was still taller than her. Read this novel at novelping dot com for the best experience.
Isn’t that a bit ridiculous?
Freya shook her head, trying to clear the strange, stray thought from her mind.
Just as she was about to say something, the Archbishop, likely misinterpreting her headshake as a refusal, immediately grabbed her small hands and pleaded, “No, please!
I’ll do anything you ask, just please join the Church of the Earth!”
“No, no, no, I didn’t mean to refuse!” Freya said hastily, terrified he might accidentally snap her arm.
“Really!?
That’s wonderful!
Thank the Heavenly Father!
Thank the Earth God!
Thank the Mother Goddess!”
Wait, are you just rattling off a list of names?
I’m the one who agreed, but you’re not thanking me?
Freya silently complained in her mind, then said, “Um…
so what happens after I join the Church of the Earth?
Is there anything I need to do?”
Actually, Freya also wanted to ask, “What do I get out of this?” but she felt that would be too blunt and explicit, and not appropriate.
The Archbishop said, “Your Highness the Saintess, please come with me.
I will first introduce you to the Church of the Earth.”
Freya wore an expression that was a mix of awkwardness and confusion.
“So…
why does everyone keep calling me Saintess…”
It was no exaggeration to say her toes were already curling inside her shoes, trying to dig out a three-bedroom apartment.
The Archbishop replied, “The facts are undeniable.
Even if you weren’t a Saintess sent by the gods, the gratitude and hope others have placed in you are real.
Based on that alone, you are absolutely worthy of the title of Saintess.”
But his words left Freya completely bewildered.
What does he mean by ‘gratitude and hope others have placed in her’?
Can’t he speak in plain, understandable language?
As they talked, Freya followed the Archbishop through a side door of the cathedral and into the inner part of the Church.
After his brief explanation, she gained a general understanding of the Church of the Earth’s situation.
Simply put, the Church of the Earth simultaneously worships three deities: the Heavenly Father, who supports heaven and earth and carries the world; the Earth God, who nourishes the earth and bears all things; and the Mother Goddess, who nurtures life and is loving and gentle.
The Church of the Earth’s doctrines are also very simple, summarized in a few sentences: do your best to help all who need it, and perform good deeds.
As for what Freya needed to do after joining the Church of the Earth?
This was a religion, not a company.
She was here to be a Saintess, not to work a job.
So, she actually didn’t need to do anything.
On the contrary, with her status as Saintess, she could even assign tasks to the followers.
Hearing this, Freya couldn’t help but say, “I still don’t understand why I’m the Saintess.”
Didn’t she know her own limitations?
She was an atheist, for crying out loud!
In a world where gods might actually exist, if a fraud like her impersonating a Saintess were discovered by the gods, wouldn’t she die a horrible death?
However, the Archbishop didn’t directly answer her question.
Instead, he asked, “Do you know about Beyonder Paths?”
“Uh…” Freya froze, surprised by his directness.
“I know a little.
Why do you ask?”
The Archbishop said, “Then are you willing to drink a potion and embark on the Earth Pathway?
After you drink it, you will understand why I call you Saintess.”
Freya’s only thought was, Is there really such a good deal?
A free potion, a brand-new pathway—how could she possibly refuse?
Freya immediately nodded, feigning great interest.
“Supernatural powers?
I’ve been interested in them for a long time.
Is this really possible?”
“Of course.” The Archbishop led Freya into a room resembling a reception hall and said, “Please wait here for a moment while I fetch the potion.”
About ten minutes later, accompanied by the distinct thump, thump of footsteps, the Archbishop returned to the room carrying a box.
Inside, six potions were neatly and securely arranged.