One thing l noticed as l walked out of the church was that most people, especially sisters, priests and Bishops didn’t only have mana radiating from them which l could easily sense in anyone; they had a golden aura that surrounded them.
I had seen such a golden aura in Priestess Seraphina back in Eldoria many tis before.
[The golden aura is divine energy, you numbnuts.] The System’s rude voice rang in my head. [It signifies purity and faith. The grander the glow, the deeper the devotion.]
My brows shot up. "Yeah, I didn’t need your input on that one, thank you very much," I snapped back internally.
As l stepped outside of the cathedral, watching the hunters and ordinary citizens stream out the church gates, l looked around for that brunette sister. I didn’t see her at first, but l could still sense her divine golden aura nearby.
I followed the source of her energy toward another huge building on the church premises. She wasn’t inside, but I found her just outside at the back. This part of the church didn’t have a crowd.
I walked there slowly, stopping behind the corner of the wall to watch her in secret.
She indeed was a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties. She’d removed her veil to work on the flowers, pulling weeds from the dirt.
Her long, brunette hair hung loose over her shoulders. Since it was a hot day, she’d tied her robe in a knot at her hips, revealing her shapely, bare legs as she knelt in the garden.
When I stepped forward, my footsteps crunched on the ground. The sister turned quickly, revealing over-large blue eyes and a smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. It gave her face an innocent appearance to match her spirit.
Her full lips split into a welcoming smile until she realized her robe was still tied up, showing off her legs, and her veil was missing.
"I apologize, traveler, for you to see like this," she said, hurriedly untying the knot and smoothing her robes down to cover herself. "I wasn’t expecting anyone to co visit at my work."
I just let my eyes wander over her body. Her divine energy was the thickest I’d seen around here.
My system automatically provided her sexual profile.
[Na: Samantha]
[Age: 34]
[Status: A pure sister with zero sexual encounters]
[Hidden Sensitive parts: feet, toes, nipples, clit, lower abdon]
[Mission: Finding a middle-aged virgin with this much faith is a rarity. Introduce her to the pleasures of life to earn massive Pleasure Points.]
[Reward: S-Rank Skill upon completion.]
"Ugh... is there anything I can help you with?" Her voice, now laced with a hint of awkwardness, pulled back to the present.
"Yeah, uh, I’m new here," I said, putting on my best ’stranded traveler’ face. "As luck would have it, I ran into so thugs with mohawks today. They took every coin I had. I don’t even have enough for an inn, and the sun is already setting."
"Oh, you poor man. Thugs with mohawks?" Her face softened with genuine pity. "That must have been Xavier’s gang." Then, her expression brightened with a sudden thought. "But don’t worry. I can offer you a place to stay tonight. Dinner and a warm bath, too. It’s the least I can do."
"Really!?" I said, bowing dramatically. "Oh, you’re a life saver, Sister Samantha. I don’t know what would’ve happened to if l never t you!"
She paused, her head tilting like a confused puppy. "I don’t rember telling you my na, though."
I felt a cold sweat prickle my neck. I scratched the back of my head and forced a sheepish laugh. "Ah... didn’t you? I’m sure you ntioned it. Maybe the heat is getting to both of us? Hehe."
She remained silent for a beat, searching my face, then shrugged. "Well, I suppose you’re right. I do get a bit forgetful when I’m working the garden."
I exhaled a quiet breath of relief.
"Let finish up here," she said, turning back to her flowers. "Please wait for by the main gates. I’ll et you there in an hour."
"Of course. And thank you again."
With that, l walked away. On my way back, l ran into a male bishop. He was bold, with a small religious hat over his head. He wore dark, long robes with a white collar and a rosary draped over his neck. In his hand, he held a big to.
To my surprise, no matter how grand and holy the man presented himself, his golden aura was thin, barely noticeable compared to Samantha’s.
He gave a hard stare, and l stared right back at him before walking off without even a greeting. From the looks of it, he was going to see Sister Samantha as well.
I spent the next hour killing ti at the market stalls near the church.
"How much for these?" I asked, pointing to a row of silver rosaries.
"Three gold coins each," the vendor barked.
My jaw nearly hit the floor. Three gold? That was a month’s wages for an ordinary man.
Everything here was overpriced—the "believer’s tax," I assud. This place was far more expensive than Eldoria.
Eventually, I saw Samantha at the gates, peering anxiously through the crowd. I waved as I approached. "Over here!"
"Thank goodness," she sighed, her concern clearly genuine. "I was worried those thugs had found you again."
She led the way down the cobblestone streets, her gait light and cheerful. "Is the city really that dangerous?" I asked.
"For travelers? It can be," she admitted.
"I guess I just have bad luck. I hope I don’t bring any of my misfortune your way," I joked.
She looked up, clenched her fist, and puffed her chest out. "I’ll protect you. I may not look it, but I’m a B-rank sister!!"
I couldn’t help but smile. She was almost too kind for her own good.
We walked for nearly an hour through the sprawling Shangani Kingdom before arriving at a large apartnt block.
Her place was on the second floor—a modest, single-room setup. A three-seat gray couch sat in the center, with a double bed tucked into the corner. A small kitchen unit and a lone wardrobe completed the space.
"I’ll make so hot water for you to bath, okay? Make yourself feel comfortable," she said
"Alright," I said, sitting down on the couch.
I watched her move about, and when the water was ready, l went to the bathroom and ca back feeling clean and fresh. She also went to take a bath, taking her clothes in with her to change.
When she ca back, she had taken off her church robe. She was now wearing a long black dress that hung loosely over her body.
She sat next to on the couch, slling like lavender as we started chatting.
"So," she asked, "what do you do for a living?"
I thought about her sexual profile and a lie ca to easily.
"I study reflexology," I lied smoothly. "It’s a specialized technique used to help people relax, especially after a long, stressful day of labor."
"Really?" She arched an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Yeah. And after all that walking and gardening..." I shifted toward her, lowering my voice to a soothing tone. "Why don’t you let try a few relaxation tactics on your feet? It’s the least I can do to repay your kindness."
She looked at hesitantly, but l gave her my most innocent gaze.
Finally, she shrugged. "Well... alright then."
She kicked off her slippers and reclined on the couch, facing the ceiling. As I reached out to take her soft, bare feet into my hands, I suppressed a grin. She might have the faith of a saint, but she had no idea that she had very sexually sensitive feet.
TBC
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