The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 03.01 - Good Sunny Days

On Tuesday, Xing Mo slept in.

After being drained last night, she was really exhausted... to the point that her mind went blank.

When Xing Mo woke up, she found a pair of large blood-red eyes staring at her.

She stirred awake and found Aurora lying on top of her.

"Awake?"

"Ah—" Xing Mo almost jumped up from fright, "Don't... don't scare me like that!"

"Really... how could I scare you... I'm so cute..." Aurora innocently touched her lips with a finger and tilted her head.

She was wearing the academy uniform, the soft fabric emitting residual light after being exposed to sunlight.

Xing Mo—messy hair, slight drool at the corner of the mouth—stared blankly for a moment before asking: "Did you go out?"

"I spent the whole morning strolling outside, mainly in the Northern District, looking around."

Aurora assumed an innocent expression. For some reason, this made Xing Mo feel uneasy: "You didn't do anything wrong, did you? When you were outside..."

"Of course not. I just went to get some things." Aurora placed her hands on her hips, feeling proud of herself.

Get some... well... I can't say that... Xing Mo had a belly full of complaints.

"Oh, by the way, I also bought a few novels... is that what they're called? In any case, it's books with stories." Aurora's desire to share was quite strong, "The stories written within them are incredible, such as two girls falling in love, with one pushing the other down and then... cough... you Citadel folk are so open-minded."

"A novel is a fabrication, not a factual account..." Xing Mo was dumbfounded, "That said, what kind of novels are you reading? What's with the scary plot?"

"How is it scary... it's quite fascinating..."

Aurora had an innocent look on her face. She took out a novel from who knows where and showed it to Xing Mo.

Xing Mo took a look at the book. The cover read "Ocean of Flowers in Full Bloom."

Xing Mo heard of this book before. It depicted the love story between a café owner and a maid, and its sales in the Citadel were pretty good.

After all, the main theme was about a girl falling in love, and the writing was rather well executed, expertly conveying the emotions of the characters in the book.

Xing Mo, however, held such books in contempt.

She preferred academic books... such as Theory and Practical Application of String Magic and Steam Alchemy Machines.

"You shouldn't read such things... this book is lousy. Next time I'll find you something more appropriate." Xing Mo pursed her lips.

"Hey~ I don't want to~ I'm thinking of reenacting the scenes written in the book with you~" Aurora spoke in a coquettish tone.

Not a chance! It might cost me my life!

Xing Mo sighed and then got up and started making lunch using the ingredients Aurora bought along the way.

She cooked a soup with peas and mutton and cut a few slices of bread, making a Fallouan dish.

The entrance test had been scheduled for Wednesday. Today Xing Mo could take a good rest and make some preparations for tomorrow.

The instructor should have already started preparations for the banishment ceremony. The next course of action was to bring the little Evil God to the academy and then act according to circumstances.

Watching the little Evil God eating soup with a happy smile on her face, the look in Xing Mo's eyes suddenly became complicated.

She dipped a piece of bread in the soup, readying herself to take a nap in the afternoon to save some energy for the entrance test tomorrow morning.

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The Northern District, the Docklands.

Black chimneys lined up the seaside, with white steam containing a blue tint rising from them, resembling white sails on the sea from a distance.

The Docklands were located at the edge of the Citadel's Northern District. Ever since the Steam Revolution, a large number of factories had been established here to produce various raw materials and assemble steam alchemy machines.

This was the most dilapidated area in the entire Northern District. Its streets, paved with old cobblestone, were littered with puddles of water. There were workers sitting on the ground along the streets, wolfing down their lunch while arguing loudly.

The midday sun was so hot that even on the rainy coast, workers started feeling giddy in the heat. If you looked out at the horizon here, you could see a mirage of ripples produced by heat.

At this time, two figures broke through the mirage.

The two were girls: one with bright red hair and a slender figure, the other with silver-white hair and ice-like blue eyes.

The workers rarely saw such beautiful girls. Their male instincts kicked in, prompting them to stare at the girls. But then, they quickly looked away.

…

Vivian, eyes surging with frostfire, used her gaze to intimidate the workers, making them afraid to look their way.

As a half Yanxian, Vivian's Elder Dragon bloodline was strong. The frostfire burning in her eyes, which stem from a supreme being from the Age of the Gods, naturally wasn't something that ordinary people could directly look at.

Looking at the calm smile on Vivian's face, Alice—dressed in a tight-fitting red robe—uttered: "Don't scare them. We're here just to ask questions."

"I hate rude gazes." Vivian said perfunctorily with a smile.

The two rapidly walked down the street and then turned into a small alley.

They found their target—Blackwood Bar—deep in the alley.

From the bar's half closed door, a strange odor emanated, smelling of rotten wood sprinkled with some cheap alcohol.

The two exchanged a glance, then pushed open the door and walked in.

When they entered the bar, Vivian's eyes lit up with frostfire again, and gazes cast from dark corners of the bar immediately broke away.

Only one person—the man behind the bar counter—was still gazing at her, wiping a cup with a cloth, dark green eyes reflecting the blue light in Vivian's eyes: "Vivian Xia, Frostfire. Alice Pushett, Prying Witch."

As he spoke, the barkeep took out two beer bottles from under the counter and placed them on the counter: "What wind has blown two noble Bell Protectors to the industrial zone?"

Alice walked up to the counter and, without even looking at the beer bottles in the barkeep's hand, threw a parchment in front of him: "Do you recognize this guy?"

The barkeep smiled and glanced at Alice's dark red eyes, and then looked at the parchment.

On the parchment, there was a twisted figure—from the torso up—depicted. The figure was wrapped in bronze armor, with steam-like pipes on it.

"Wow." the barkeep exclaimed, "You're looking for Steam Man? An urban legend?"

"An urban legend that has been sighted dozens of times and has killed dozens of people." Vivian's voice was cold, "We were told you have information on him. Spill it out."

"You're not buying the two beer bottles? The lung disease has been causing a panic lately, leading to a decrease in my customers..." The barkeep smiled.

Vivian nodded at Alice and then said in a low voice: "Then we'll look for ourselves, Blackwood."

At the same time, Alice clasped her hands in front of her, and the bell on her wrist made jingling sounds. All of a sudden, a swirling stream of air surged in the bar.

Strings resonated in the air, and specks of fire emerged in the darkness, converged on Alice's palm, and condensed into a golden dagger made of fire.