Chapter 3 The War Between the Saintess and the Demon King

Even with the enhancement of her long golden hair, Xia Xier still looks somewhat holy before him.

But those pink pupils—why have they turned into two pink hearts that are easily misunderstood?

What happened to purging the darkness and saving the world?

How did it...

How did it become a posture of not letting him go until she's finished?

Xu Ruo felt a bit awkward and really wanted to push her away.

Yet, for some reason, he was also a bit reluctant.

Xia Xier seemed to see the subtle struggle in his heart; her red lips pressed against his ear, her breath like orchids—

"Lord Demon King, what are you hesitating for?"

"Are you afraid of hurting me, or are you worried..."

"That you yourself won't be my match?"

Xia Xier deliberately paused at the last sentence.

The end of her voice rose slightly, rippling with infinite charm and inviting imagination.

This single sentence completely pierced through Xu Ruo's "thin as a cicada's wing" face.

Although it was true he was the Demon King...

In all these years...

He hadn't yet...

In other words, he was still a virgin...

Feeling Xia Xier's warm breath so close at hand, the tips of Xu Ruo's ears couldn't help but turn red, and his palms involuntarily clenched slightly.

He, who was originally emotionally indifferent, felt a trace of emotion at this moment that he had never experienced before.

Seeing this, the smile on Xia Xier's red lips became even more unrestrained.

She directly cupped Xu Ruo's face and kissed him straight on!

As she said, the guest has become the host!

Xu Ruo's eyes widened slightly.

The soft sensation spread through his entire body like an electric current.

Xia Xier's movements were not rushed; instead, they were exceptionally gentle.

Xu Ruo gradually lost himself in this kiss between breaths.

The two of them pressed their bodies extremely close, as if in an embrace.

At this moment, it felt as if the entire world consisted only of each other.

After the kiss, Xia Xier's pink pupils were hazy.

The gaze she directed at Xu Ruo softened by a few more degrees.

Xu Ruo's face was also somewhat flushed.

Xia Xier's slender fingers gently hooked his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.

Her body pressed closer and closer.

Xu Ruo's Adam's apple bobbed; he hesitantly raised his hand and touched Xia Xier's jade-like skin...

The smile at the corner of Xia Xier's lips grew more seductive, like a scorching flame.

Finally unable to hold back, she offered everything she had to Xu Ruo.

In an instant, within that room known to no one...

A scene of spring splendor bloomed within this sacred and pure Monastery...

...

About an hour later, in the banquet hall—

The banquet hall was already packed with all sorts of people from the Fatlan Continent.

Besides the various nuns who were already at the training grounds and the four new heroes...

There were also representatives from major kingdoms and various factions...

They were either raising their glasses or discussing in low voices.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, it was extraordinarily lively!

With such a peaceful and bustling scene, who could have imagined that a thrilling and fierce war between the Saintess and the Demon King was currently taking place within this Monastery!

Perhaps because Xia Xier wasn't by her side, the usually mature and steady Bai Ye suddenly felt a trace of being at a loss.

When alone with Xia Xier, she could naturally let go of everything and speak her heart to the companion she spent every day with.

But now...

Looking at the nuns before her...

Perhaps because their usual restrictions were too many, it caused the nuns at this moment to seem...

A bit frenzied?

Not only did they drink without hesitation, but even...

Quite a few nuns simply hugged the wine barrels and began to drink heavily!

If she didn't know that this was the Holy Kingdom's most sacred Holy Mountain Monastery...

Bai Ye would have almost thought this was a bar.

Just as Bai Ye was feeling a bit out of place and felt she couldn't fit in, an equally mature and steady figure walked toward her carrying two glasses of beer—

"Lord Hero, it is thanks to your care that Xier was able to return safely to my Monastery."

"This glass is a toast to you."

The newcomer wore a black nun's habit, and her beautiful, long black hair was entirely covered by a Wimple.

Her every move displayed great poise.

Her beautiful and elegant appearance perfectly matched the ideal image of a Saintess for most people in the world!

Bai Ye was slightly stunned and hurriedly stood up to return the gesture—

"Not at all, Xier is also our companion; it's only right for companions to help each other."

From this person, Bai Ye felt a sacred aura that was different from everyone else!

This kind of sacred aura...

Was only slightly weaker than that of Xia Xier, who was the Saintess!

Bai Ye couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly.

The other person seemed to see her surprise and elegantly raised her glass—

"I am the Abbess of the Monastery, Dewin Altia."

After saying this, a kind and gentle smile blossomed on Dewin's face.

Bai Ye couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill toward her.

Her originally somewhat constrained and uneasy heart also relaxed.

The two smiled as they clinked glasses and drained their drinks!

"Lord Abbess, are you Xier's... elder sister?"

Bai Ye looked at Dewin and couldn't help but ask.

Dewin's smile remained gentle.

Yet there was also a faint sense of sorrow and regret.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke slowly—

"No..."

"However... if I had to say, the relationship between her and me... is somewhat complicated."

"Because not only Xier... but even Xier's mother was raised by me personally."

Dewin's words didn't cause Bai Ye to show any expression of surprise.

On the Fatlan Continent, there are many long-lived races.

For example, Luna in the Heros Party comes from a long-lived race—the Elf Race.

It was not surprising at all that Dewin had a long life.

"I see..." Bai Ye nodded in realization.

The smile on Dewin's face became even more gentle.

She lightly raised her glass toward Bai Ye—

"This second glass is to celebrate your safe return."

This time, Bai Ye, who had just refilled her glass, appeared visibly hesitant:

"Um... is it really alright for the Lord Abbess to drink so much wine?"

Dewin smiled and drained the glass.

A faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

Though elegant, it added a touch of moving tenderness—

"No matter, during special times, it's not wrong to indulge for a moment."

"After all, no matter when, the Goddess always resides in our hearts."

"With faith never wavering, this small matter is naturally not worth mentioning!"

"This was actually a lesson Xier taught me."

As she spoke, as if suddenly remembering something, Dewin actually gave Bai Ye a playful smile.

She even abandoned her steady and solemn appearance as an Abbess and winked at her—

"In our Monastery, this thing isn't called wine."

"At most, this is just wheat juice."