The Saintess Charlette naturally has the freedom to press charges.

"We have already discussed the issue with Bai Lushi. His devotion to God has never wavered, and his faith remains strong. Instead of holding Bai Lushi accountable, we should be more concerned about who it is that made Bai Lushi believe that person was God! Of course, Bai Lushi has indeed been deceived. We will strip him of his rights and confine him for life within the Divine Tower as punishment!"

Charlette's expression suddenly turned very unpleasant; from the other party's words, it was clear they intended to protect Bai Lushi.

In simple terms, it's like when a child makes a mistake outside, and the parent disciplines the child themselves.

I've already disciplined him myself, so you cannot do it again.

By the same reasoning, I've already punished him, so you cannot make more demands, or it would be seen as ungrateful—in addition, as a Saintess, Charlette cannot make excessive demands; she must even show mercy—this is the example the identity of a Saintess requires her to set.

"More words are of no use. The revival of the Demon King, the assistance of the former Hero, the horn of doomsday has sounded. I need the full cooperation of the Church."

She abandoned the accountability of Bai Lushi and instead sought the full cooperation of the Church, considering it a form of "exchange of interests."

"Of course, Lady Saint, you have this right." The Elder Council replied, "This is our original mission. The Demon King should not exist in any resurrected form. Humanity has already passed the tests of the gods. We should exist in the world with great dignity."

This answer slightly reassured Charlette. Clearly, the Elder Council was already prepared.

Before she came to demand answers, they were already prepared for various matters.

A bunch of old fools!

Charlette disliked this group of old fools—just like the choices they made in the past, imposing the grand ideals of the gods upon her, forcing her to make such choices, and now, as Bai Lushi should pay for his mistakes, should demonstrate his loyalty to God through death... yet this bunch of old fools wants to keep him alive... the Church has long since become corrupt...

If it weren't...

"In that case, please, elders, help contact the various kingdoms. Form a conference to thwart the Demon King's revival and contribute your strength to defeating the Demon King, can you?"

"We will obey Lady Saint's instructions."

...

"Ah Xion."

Upon hearing this call, the woman sitting cross-legged on a huge rock slowly opened her eyes. She wore a garment akin to thin silk, with only the fabric slightly thicker at the essential parts for females; other parts seemed to be barely visible. To put it rudely, even many courtesans wouldn't dress so revealingly.

However, this woman was Ah Xion.

An existence within this era that bears the title of being saintly—the mentor of the Hero A·Gedora—the one who personally bestowed him the name "Ah."

"You still dress as scantily as usual, leaving people unsure where to look."

Ah Xion calmly looked at her visitor: "If you're here just to say that, then you can leave."

"Don't be so irritable, Sword Saint. I merely want to know if, when you previously killed Frodonick, you assessed A·Gedora's strength? Did you have any test exchanges with him?"

Ah Xion looked at the man below her rock and frowned slightly: "Is the Wise King such a free person? Shouldn't you have countless matters to handle? At this point, what significance is there in asking me?"

"Even the Wise King has things he's very interested in... So, you didn't exchange blows with him?"

"What significance is there to exchanging blows with him? I lost to him back then, and that's why I gave him the name 'Ah.' As time passes, I cannot defeat him; he is a natural Sword Saint."

The Wise King showed a helpless smile: "Clearly, he has been in decline for years, yet you are confident in him."

"So why are you here, what do you intend to say?"

"A·Gedora, along with the Demon King, the Bloody Queen, and some unknown presence, jointly attacked Nalune. During the battle, Gedora's sword shattered, and he tore off both arms of Saintess Charlette. Those two arms have likely already turned into alchemy materials... This is intel from the Church's side."

Ah Xion remained silent.

However, the Wise King continued: "As you can see, if the intel is accurate, it seems that the former Hero has already abandoned the sword. In that case, wouldn't you go and reclaim your honor?"

"Wise King, such a petty provocation is meaningless. If I plan to act, I don't need your encouragement."

"Well, sigh, you're so unwelcoming to me. In that case, I'll take my leave."

The Wise King left.

Ah Xion looked into the far distance.

"Abandoned the sword already..."

Her gaze fell on the lake in front of the boulder, reflecting the clear sky and her own face, Ah Xion's face.

"You will come someday, won't you?"

The water surface rippled like the fluctuation of a human heart.

...

It should be said that thanks to Mohe suddenly raising the artificial sun to the sky, Doro was able to make a choice not so quickly, gaining a bit of time for thought.

The rhythm of the mansion seemed to have returned to the way it was before.

The entire world was in turmoil due to the revival of the Demon King, and various forces were preparing their own affairs. But the Demon King himself was sincerely farming, and Mohe was taking care of his grape fields like they were his little babies. She spent several days completing a large magic barrier, which could make visitors see illusionary sights, thereby unable to discover her artificial sun. Then using dwarf craftsmanship, she diverted water from the river, and conveniently dug a reservoir in her mansion, where she planted some things similar to lotus pods.

Of course, in reality, watering could be accomplished with magic. However, according to the experts, "It's not that magic power is always beneficial to crops. Some crops are quite precious, and if the concentration of unsuitable magic elements is too high, they will die immediately... If possible, try not to rely on magic."—Mohe took this advice seriously.

She really seemed like a lord who cared about her land.

At the same time, Mohe started finding "work" for the others in the mansion. Mohe herself would make some small alchemy items to use as daily expenses, and recently she was teaching Lisidorwei weaving. To be honest, it's hard to imagine the Vampire Queen sitting in front of a loom weaving.

But that's how things were now.

However, it also seemed to be a bit different.

"Humans always call high-level mages 'Hand of Weaving.' From this, it can be seen that humans instinctively believe magic is woven." Mohe spoke eloquently, "However, you, as my creation, are naturally capable of using the various magic I granted you when I created you... As an immediate combat power, I haven't carefully taught you, and I suppose you haven't thought of advancing your magic skills."

She pointed out Lisidorwei's problem sharply: "People like Charlette can explore the combat priest genre in peaceful times and make her own body approximate the nature of gods. Give her a few decades or a hundred years, and she might touch eternity—you should think, why can't you?

You are still guarding the left hand symbolizing eternity. If my hand were for Charlette to guard, she might have already achieved eternity, whereas my right hand is a burden to her. There is a huge gap between your talents and hers. You should reorganize magic from the beginning."

Mohe, of course, understood human intentions. A life like Lisidorwei's is considered half-eternal, and even if given true eternity, it is easily controlled. But someone like Charlette, possessing immense power and great prestige, if she obtained true eternity, it's hard to imagine who would be the ruler of the world after a century has passed.

Therefore, letting Charlette guard the right hand symbolizing curse could wear away her essence and make her less "powerful."

Humans always like to balance the strong, or let the strong balance each other... What an insecure race.

Lisidorwei listened half-understanding Mohe's explanation, awkwardly learning to weave.

Meanwhile, Rose was earnestly taking on the responsibility of a maid. Her current task was to serve the people in the mansion dressed as a maid, including Doro—although Mohe always said Doro was a guard, Rose seemed more willing to spend time with Doro. When no one else needed Rose, she would always drift into Doro's small cabin in her maid outfit.

Lisidorwei was no different in this regard.

However, the difference was that recently, Rose would always bring fresh refreshments, as if she were researching these things herself.

Whether as the new Hero Frodonick in the past or now as the Charming Demon, everything she did seemed somewhat unfitting, like a real maid.

"Lord Doro, how do you find this pudding? Mohe gave it a high rating." Rose brought a new creation over, "You should also try it."

Doro picked up a piece of pudding with a fork and put it into his mouth.

The soft, cool, slightly bouncy texture, and the sweet taste spread in the mouth.

"Oh~ Quite nice, Rose! You have a talent! This is a fine example! I feel your skills could open a shop!"

"Oh, it's not that exaggerated, Lord Doro~"

The girl blushed and smiled: "But, Lord Doro, since you've eaten the pudding I made, you have to help me out with something~"

"Hmm?"

"Actually, I've encountered..."

"Who?"

"Gosh~ You do know, don't you?"

"...The teacher?"

"Yes~"

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