After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

Early the next morning.

The Holy Kingdom of Galatia, the Holy City of Loreia.

White Rose Palace, Morning Light Hall, front courtyard.

click, click, click...

The heavy, iron-clad oak door slowly opened as the two monks pushed it open, the hinges groaning softly.

As the doors swung open to the sides, a scent of parchment mixed with the aroma of burning juniper wafted out.

"Your Excellency Fiora, thank you for traveling all the way to Galatin to personally escort Katalina. Our Archbishop warmly welcomes your arrival."

A high-ranking paladin, clad in full silver armor and carrying a silver longsword, walked ahead on the marble floor, leading the way while addressing the tall woman behind him.

"Yes. You're welcome."

The woman was beautiful, with soft hair that reached her shoulders, and her features had a touch of heroism.

She wore a light blue leather armor and battle skirt, her thighs were very long, and the proportion between her thighs and waist was perfect, making her sway as she walked.

Behind her was a "meteor gun" that was larger than usual.

The high-ranking paladin in front glanced at it and realized that it was a special weapon, specifically designed for top-tier classes such as dragon knights and falcon knights. It could lock onto targets high in the air and, like a meteor falling, use the force of gravity to pin enemies to the ground, making it extremely powerful.

"I've long admired Miss Fiora's ability to travel a thousand miles a day, earning her the nickname 'Imperial Auspicious Cloud.' Meeting her today, I can confirm her extraordinary presence. Miss Katarina was overjoyed to learn she would be riding on your mount and experiencing the thrill of flight. After all, flying is the dream of every ground-based professional."

"That's an overstatement."

Fiora responded calmly.

She showed no outward reaction to the high-ranking knight's flattery, but inwardly she thought, "It's all nonsense."

"If you want to fly, you can experience it by riding a wyvern in the Orc Kingdom of Octaru. You can also enjoy it by riding a hippogriff with Flower Elf Ancient Coins in the border city of Rafilas. There's no need to be so hypocritical."

I can't say much about my inner thoughts; after all, diplomacy is just a job.

Fiora hates her job.

Because of his ability to travel a thousand miles a day and his extraordinary skills, he was highly valued by the old king as the "Commander of the Third Cloud March" and the "Head of the Griffin Knights," and was sent to lead the team to almost every important international conference.

Since he hates war, he will act as a diplomatic ambassador during times of peace in the empire, representing the empire to receive important figures.

However, such long-term business trips are not something I enjoy or want to do.

Constantly traveling, it's fine to go to prosperous places like the Magia Kingdom of Terraria and Batos, but sometimes, I'm even sent to the "Desert Kingdom of Ebinus" to be relegated to dust, or even to the newly built "Swamp Kingdom of Honduras" to come into contact with those snake people and lizard people...

This is not a job for a human being.

I'm so tired.

I just want to sleep.

[Sleep while cuddling something comfortable.]

Fiora's azure eyes were filled with weariness as she listened to the paladin's incessant chatter without taking a single word to heart.

"Miss, we've arrived."

"The core area of ​​the Dawn Hall is just ahead. Miss Katarina has been waiting inside for quite some time."

Two more monks pushed open the heavy door.

The paladin stopped to one side and did not go any further.

"OK."

Fiora mustered her spirits and strode forward.

Today's task is simple—

They received the new nun Katharina Celeste from Galatine and brought her back to Aleiente to meet the old king and spread the gospel.

Next, she will head alone to her next destination, Stardust Harbor.

Whether or not I will need to continue escorting them then is another matter.

"I'd love to have a long vacation. I want to get a good night's sleep in the palace."

Fiora was unaware of the drastic changes within Ariant. While away from home, she often felt isolated from the world. Even with a high salary, she felt she had nowhere to spend it and it was meaningless.

"It's not as comfortable as that gloomy man, Volta, toiling away in the castle training his army all day. When I get back, I'll definitely ask Her Highness to help me apply for a long leave. Hmm."

With a heavy heart, she made up her mind, and then finally turned her gaze to a nun who was walking towards her—

"You're the one..."

"Miss Fiora! I've been waiting for you for so long! You are truly beautiful, and you exude a captivating fragrance!"

【e…？】

Fiora paused slightly, looking at the strikingly beautiful woman before her with obvious confusion—

Her medium-length, pure black hair was meticulously combed and held up only at the back of her head with a simple wooden hair clip.

Its blood-red pupils gleamed with an eerie quality; though its gaze was gentle and seemingly harmless, it was...

There's something eerie about it.

She was wearing Galatine's distinctive "penance-style nun's habit," a greyish-white robe that almost completely covered her body, with a very high neckline that covered her completely, and tight cinches at the wrists.

Theoretically, this outfit doesn't cover any skin other than her face and hands, but for some reason, the fabric is very thin... Under the light, it vaguely reveals the outline of her slightly thin body, which is due to her ascetic practices.

She appears to have a pear-shaped figure.

Her body proportions are extremely alluring.

Of course, she also wore an unlocked silver necklace around her neck.

Fiora knew that in Galatian custom, this often meant that the nun was still a virgin and qualified to compete for the country's highly competitive "Great Saintess" title.

After all, her current status is that of one of the candidates for sainthood.

"hello……"

In a daze, Katarina had already moved close to her and, without any sense of unfamiliarity, took her right hand and placed it on her chest with both hands, instantly drawing them closer.

"..."

It's so soft.

Fiora felt that the other person indeed possessed an ability to bewitch all beings.

This allure isn't the kind of seductive charm found in stunning beauties or vixens; rather, it transcends those qualities, evoking a protective and sadistic urge to "dirty" or "destroy" her.

Even though I am a woman, I can clearly feel similar impulses growing in my heart.

If a man were to encounter a beauty like her, what would he do?

[Surely, only with such a temperament can one truly convey the doctrine?]

Fiora didn't know, and couldn't say for sure.

She simply remained silent.

"Miss Fiora, this journey is long and we really need your help. I've long heard that your white falcon is as light as a cloud, able to travel between Galatin and the Empire in less than two days."

Katarina licked her soft, crimson lips, her voice grating like that of a church excommunicator on the verge of being defiled and slutty.

"Yes, that's true."

Fiora nodded without any modesty, and after gently experiencing the exquisite softness, she withdrew her hand expressionlessly.

It's nice, but not the pillow I need.

His admiration for strength led this level 70 Falcon Knight to only want to lie on the belly of a man stronger than himself.

Even though the nun's charm appealed to both men and women, Fiora still felt something was missing.

"Let's go, we're in a hurry. I'll take care of you on your first leg of the journey."

"Oh right, by the way, I heard you're going to lobby quite a few countries. Where was your final destination again?"

She said, trying to keep her distance as much as possible.

"Is this the last one?"

Katarina smiled sweetly, "It's the 'Black Rain Cemetery' in the Endedes Ruins area."

"?"

The nun, with a look of genuine longing, innocently said:

"I want to be there to pray for the souls of all the great demons who have died."

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