Chapter 327: D118. Your Na
The hero’s hair draped naturally like a waterfall, unbound, cascading smoothly down her back as if lding with the night sky. Under the effect of hair dye, her long hair was adorned with what seed like starlight from the heavens.
Before leaving, she turned to look at the full-length mirror behind her.
The young woman in the mirror wore a ceremonial dress that covered her shoulders, revealing her fair arms and collarbones. The style of the dress appeared simple yet exuded elegance and nobility in the details.
The hem of the dress, falling just above the knees, swayed slightly with her turn. Her slender legs were wrapped in delicate white stockings woven from special materials, making them gracefully curved and impeccably shaped.
The stockings were much lighter than the dress she wore, and while the magic patterns on her back were completely obscured, the faintly visible erald-green stigmata under the white stockings added a touch of mystery to the pure white.
Around her ankle, a snake-shaped hairpin—gleaming white like jade—wrapped elegantly like an ankle ring, blending seamlessly with the white stockings.
“Miss Hero?”
“I’m coming, coming!”
The call from the maid supervisor snapped the hero back to reality, shifting her gaze away from her reflection.
Stepping in the exquisite shoes she was not quite accustod to, the hero walked with tiny steps, sowhat self-conscious, out of the Count Mansion, toward the luxurious chocobo cart that had been waiting for a long ti.
She appeared like an early dawn beneath the tranquil starry sky, capturing everyone’s attention.
As the hero approached gracefully, a flicker of amazent flashed in the count’s eyes, and then he nodded with a smile.
“Are you nervous? Your magic power is already circulating.” He glanced at the faint stigmata appearing on the hero’s calf.
“A little… mainly not very used to this…” The hero pursed her lips bashfully, revealing a light smile.
That smile seed to have a magical power, causing the nearby guards’ eyes to turn dazed, but, being well-trained border guards, they quickly turned their heads rigidly, using great willpower to avert their gaze.
“Miss Hero, you are already beautiful enough as you are.” The count perford a gentlemanly bow and then opened the carriage door for her.
“If you add a little more confidence’s radiance, I worry the guards will have no heart to celebrate.”
“You flatter …” A blush spread across the hero’s face as she lowered her head and stepped onto the chocobo cart.
The two towering chocobos at the front seed aware of the importance of their passenger, both puffing out their chests and raising their heads to appear more imposing, leaving the coachman slightly astonished.
The smile on the count’s face remained unchanged as he boarded the carriage.
Unlike the king, who had nurous wives and descendants, the count had not remarried since the passing of his young daughter’s mother. Although he had so distant relatives, aside from the noble lady, the border count had no direct family mbers, so naturally, no one at the Count Mansion was qualified to ride with him.
But today, with the rare company beside him, the count’s mood relaxed in an unfamiliarly pleasant way.
“Let’s go to the venue.”
Under the coachman’s guidance, the two chocobos began to walk steadily, smoothly driving forward. The guard team following closely behind also quickly adjusted their formation, protecting the bird carriage as they progressed in an orderly array.
The night wind gently caressed, starlight sprinkled down, and the group slowly advanced toward the military district on the outskirts of the city—
[What hypnosis did the cruising bishop fall under?]
1. Summoning ceremony
2. There’s activity at the Black Gate
3. The Saintess was imprisoned
4. 1
5. 2
6. 3
7. The Saintess was imprisoned
8. The count is an unworthy noble
9. These goblins are all followers of the Saintess
10. Critical Success/ Extre Failure
D10=d10(6)=6
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
The cruising bishop wore a hood, his face hidden in shadow, his brow furrowed with gravity and anxiety.
On the streets of the Border City, there was a festive atmosphere due to another crisis resolved. Adventurers raised glasses and sang and danced everywhere, but he alone hurried by, out of place and attracting many curious glances.
However, the cruising bishop had no ti for others’ gazes, walking purposefully with eyes full of urgency.
He never imagined that in the short ti he returned to the church, the hero’s curse would flare again, causing an uproar in the military camp!
Upon hearing the news that the hero was consequently imprisoned in the Extraordinary Prison, he nearly couldn’t stand.
But wait… where did I hear this news from?
His steps suddenly slowed, a sense of incongruity surged in his heart, fragnted mories flashing like shattered glass, but this incongruity was quickly swallowed by anxiety.
Such matters weren’t important; the pressing issue was to get the hero out of that grim cell!
The cold tone of the operator still echoed in his ears, reminding him that the church hierarchy didn’t recognize the cursed hero; they didn’t want a ticking ti bomb-like existence to beco the Saintess, the spiritual leader of the church.
And the border count, supposed to be the hero’s backup, had even personally imprisoned her for losing control!
Anxiety, anger, and sorrow boiled in the cruising bishop’s chest, engulfing his heart.
“I must help her, I can help her… yes, only …” he mumbled to himself, stepping more urgently, almost breaking into a run, “I am the only companion of Miss Hero… the only ally of Lady Saintess…”
A nearly inaudible sneer echoed in the cruising bishop’s ear, but he paid it no mind, driven by anxiety, he began sprinting toward the Extraordinary Prison in the outskirts.
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