Finally, the Archbishop said, “The Church has already prepared a brand new room for you.
You can move in at any time.”
Freya casually made a vague promise, “I’ve hired a detective right now and need to stay with her first.
I’ll move in after the Rank 5 General’s matter is investigated.”
The Archbishop nodded.
As he watched Freya put away the Holy Emblem and prepare to leave, he suddenly remembered something.
He pointed to the shoes Freya had left behind, which were neatly placed in the corner of the room, and said, “Your shoes.”
“Oh…
right.” Only then did Freya remember.
She walked over, bent down to pick up her faded sneakers, and held them in her hand, clearly having no intention of putting them on.
Clearly, this morning, she had been quite resistant to the idea of not wearing shoes, but human adaptability was simply too strong.
In just half a day, she had almost completely adapted to the state of running around barefoot.
In her past life, weren’t there always arguments between the meta players and the “waifu” collectors?
And Freya was, without a doubt…
a member of the meta-waifu party.
Now that she was barefoot on the ground, all her abilities had roughly a 30% boost.
Who wouldn’t be mesmerized by this level of strength?
Doesn’t this perfectly meet the demands of the meta players?
As for the “waifu” collectors?
Freya closed her eyes and examined herself through her Heart Sense ability.
She had never denied her own cuteness.
On the contrary, Freya was well aware that her beautiful appearance itself was a weapon, and she had used it to achieve many favorable things, like acting cute in front of Captain Nolan and Euphemia.
Especially after advancing to Rank 4, with her white hair and a calm, serene expression when her eyes were closed and she was silent, she truly looked like a Saintess who had just descended to the mortal realm.
And her exquisite, cute jade-like feet, which could be called gourmet-grade, were so beautiful that one couldn’t help but want to lick them.
(Spy-Feet Fiend…0-0)
Freya didn’t know what other people’s “waifu” preferences were, but at least her current appearance fit her own.
It looked good!
All in all, what is there left to hesitate about?
Both meta and waifu are satisfied.
Isn’t it just a matter of following her heart?
Dressing up nicely isn’t necessarily for others to see; it can also be for oneself.
Just then, Freya suddenly remembered something.
Does her current appearance, with closed eyes and bare feet, look quite like a certain character from a game in her past life?
That’s right, the Lunar Goddess Columbina from a certain Genshin Impact.
Now, only her hair and eye colors are different from the other person.
But if her eyes are closed, the eye color can be directly ignored.
So, is the only difference the hair color?
A sudden idea struck Freya.
She was just about to go to the address given by the Archbishop to offer some suggestions for her future Saintess attire.
If possible, could she perhaps do a low-budget cosplay in this other world?
Acting on her thought, Freya quickly jogged to the address the Archbishop had provided.
It was very close to the Church, only about one block away.
Naturally, the vast majority of people on this entire street were believers of the Church of the Earth, having received help from the Church to varying degrees.
The moment she walked into the clothing store, a hunched-over, wrinkled old woman limped toward her, a heartfelt smile gracing her ancient face:
“You must be the Saintess Bishop Pantheon mentioned!
Welcome, welcome!”
Freya nodded gently.
She had grown somewhat desensitized to the initial awkwardness of being called the Saintess.
She said, “I would like to offer a few design suggestions for the outfit I’ll be wearing in the future, if that’s alright?”
The old woman smiled.
“Of course!
Please feel free to share your suggestions.
I will do my best to fulfill them all!”
Freya said, “Then could you show me the design drafts Bishop Pantheon provided first?”
Hearing this, the old woman limped toward the front counter.
Watching her faltering gait, Freya suddenly had a thought.
She slowly raised her right hand, extending her index finger, and the tip began to glow with a soft, light green light.
This was a new ability she had acquired after advancing to Rank 4: Life Energy Manipulation.
Then, Freya gently pointed at the old woman in front of her.
The soft green light burst forth, but not as a beam.
Instead, it spread out like an invisible wave, washing over the old woman.
In an instant, the old woman felt her body become lighter than it had ever been. This story is hosted at g.com.
She paused, her once cloudy eyes now clear.
She looked down at her own hands, then tried taking a few steps.
The next second, the old woman turned around immediately to face Freya, who had just lowered her right hand.
“Saintess, did you just do something?”
Freya merely tilted her head slightly, revealing a serene and lovely smile.
“What?
I don’t know~”
This casual act by Freya might have only cost her a small amount of Spirituality, but for the old woman, it was enough to extend her life by at least five years.
How could the old woman not see that this was Freya’s doing?
Although she had no idea what had happened, she still thanked Freya profusely.
“Saintess, thank you so much!”
However, seeing the old woman’s grateful expression, Freya suddenly fell silent.
Because…
this was all just a simulation.
Everything that happened here had no connection to reality.
So, would this life extension for the old woman be nothing more than a fleeting dream?
But…
Freya quickly recovered.
What was the big deal?
If it really came down to it, she could just extend the old woman’s life again back in the real world.
After all, it would only take a short trip and cost a tiny amount of Spirituality.
Soon, the old woman produced several sheets of draft paper and handed them to Freya, interrupting her thoughts.
Freya took the papers and…
fell into another brief silence.
She said, “It’s good that we haven’t started yet.
Scrapping it all and starting over, do it exactly as I requested.”
After spending some time explaining her ideas to the old woman, the sky had already begun to darken by the time Freya left the clothing store.
Freya immediately headed back to Euphemia’s rented room.
It was worth noting that since leaving the Church of the Earth, she had kept her eyes closed in the Heart Sense state.
Then, while she was on her way, a strange aura suddenly appeared in her ‘field of vision.’
Do you remember when Freya used Heart Sense to smell Euphemia’s scent earlier?
It gave her a feeling of books and ink, very pleasant.
Now, what appeared in Freya’s field of vision was a stench like rotting fish and shrimp, incredibly foul.
Freya focused her gaze.
In a secluded alley half a block away, a man dressed as a vagrant was gradually cornering a young-looking girl.
And behind the man, a slender, sharp tail covered in bone spikes peeked out from a gap in his clothes, swaying left and right.
“It’s a Beyonder of the Demon Pathway.” Freya instantly understood the situation and immediately quickened her pace.
In the alley, the girl had already retreated completely into the corner, huddling on the ground with her head in her arms, her expression nearly broken.
In contrast, the vagrant’s eyes had turned completely red, a sign of losing his sanity.
If nothing unexpected happened, a most primal feeding would soon take place here.
But just then, thick, green vines burst from the ground, slithering up the vagrant’s calves and thighs like snakes before coiling around his waist.
Just one more step and he could have had a feast, but this final step became an insurmountable chasm.
The vagrant began tearing at the vines on his body, his tail thrashing wildly behind him.
The Demon Pathway’s strength and speed were formidable, and its tail could easily pierce human bone.
Logically, these fragile plants should have been easily torn apart, but the result was the opposite.
These wildly growing vines were as hard as steel.
The vagrant strained with all his might but couldn’t even break a single one.
In less than five seconds, he was completely bound and unable to move.
Freya even thoughtfully wrapped his tail in layer after layer of vines.
“Ah…
Ahhh!!!”
The vagrant let out a meaningless, furious roar, but soon two more vines seized the opportunity to crawl directly into his mouth.
Now, the man couldn’t even scream.
The young girl, who had been crouching in the corner with her head in her arms, finally raised her head tremblingly, her eyes widening at the scene before her.
“This…
this is…”
Though she didn’t understand what had happened, she seemed to be safe now.
The girl scrambled to her feet and fled from the vagrant’s side, running out of the alley.
As she glanced around in the deepening night, she thought she saw a white figure vanish around the corner at the end of the street.
For Freya, this was merely a minor interlude.
This vagrant was an enemy on the same level as the pervert who had initially attacked her.
But for the current Freya, she could easily defeat him with just a flick of her fingers.
The entire process had consumed only a tiny amount of her Spirituality, which had now fully recovered.
After putting on her Invisibility Cloak, she continued toward Euphemia’s rented room.
The moment she entered, she could hear the clattering sounds coming from the kitchen.
Taking off the Invisibility Cloak, she folded it and set it aside.
Freya glanced curiously into the kitchen and then…
saw Euphemia “wrestling” with the pots and pans.
It was a real, literal wrestling match.
Euphemia held a pot lid in her left hand, using it as a shield in front of her, while her right hand wielded a spatula to occasionally poke at the fish still struggling in the pot.
Freya, “…”
A moment later, Euphemia arranged the “spoils” she had won from the battle one by one on the dining table.
Freya looked at the dishes before her, pointed to a black, charred thing, and couldn’t help but ask, “What is this?”
Euphemia said, “Uh…
it’s supposed to be a potato?”
“Why is that a question…?” After a pause, Freya looked at another dish next to it, a fish.
This fish hadn’t been scaled at all, and even its belly was completely intact.
She asked again, “Didn’t you scale it or remove the guts?”
Euphemia froze.
“Eh?
Do you need to scale it and remove the guts?”
So you just threw the whole fish into the pot, didn’t you?
No wonder you were fighting so intensely just now.
Euphemia said awkwardly, “Well, this is my first time cooking, after all.
I just wanted to prepare something delicious before you got back, but as a result…”
“Ahem, if you ask me, these dishes might just look bad, but maybe they taste alright?”
As she spoke, Euphemia took a fork, stabbed a piece of “potato,” and put it in her mouth.
Then…
Freya heard a very crisp “crack,” followed by Euphemia’s gagging sound.
Freya looked on helplessly.
“Did you…
just get beaten by a potato?”
Euphemia quickly grabbed a tissue, spat out what was in her mouth, and said while sticking out her pink little tongue, “I used to think cooking was simple.
I can’t do this anymore.
Tomorrow I’ll go buy a book to learn systematically.
Next time will definitely be different!”
Freya sighed, then stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Looking at the scene of the battlefield before her, she began to clean up.
It was clear that Euphemia had bought a lot of things, many of which hadn’t been used.
Using these leftover ingredients, Freya cooked three dishes.
Actually, Freya’s cooking skills could only be described as mediocre, at an ordinary person’s level.
When she placed the dishes she made one by one on the dining table, Euphemia couldn’t wait to take a bite, and then…
she smacked her lips and said, “Tsk, it feels so average, not as good as the food in a restaurant.”
Freya said crossly, “No kidding.
If I could cook this well, I’d start my own restaurant.
If you complain, you can go back to eating your potato that fights back.”
“Ahem!” Euphemia smiled.
“It’s fine, it’s fine.
I’m not complaining, it’s edible!
When I’ve learned, I’ll cook you something delicious.”
After eating dinner and cleaning up, Euphemia sat on a chair and began quietly reading a book about mysticism.
As for Freya, she sat on the edge of the bed, idly swinging her small legs.
Finally, with nothing else to do, she began to read the Church of the Earth’s doctrines.
These doctrines were as boring as her English textbooks from her past life, and in less than half an hour, the sound of her steady breathing could be heard.
Only after several hours did Freya suddenly feel someone pushing her, and she slowly woke up.
Euphemia said, “It’s already midnight.
Go to sleep on the bed.”
Freya immediately became much more alert.
She asked, “What about the warehouse?
Any suspicious persons?”
Euphemia shook her head.
“No, I’ve been watching all along.
It’s been just those soldiers making potions the entire time.
That Rank 5 General didn’t show up.”