The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 08.01.2 - Late September's Whispers

After freshening up and changing clothes, Xing Mo and Alice left Miriam’s apartment and stood by the roadside on Splash Street.

Alice kept sneaking glances at Xing Mo, hiding a smile behind her hand—making Xing Mo feel more than a little uncomfortable.

She knew why. She was dressed in the academy’s uniform: a white blouse, black skirt, school shoes, and black stockings hugging her slender legs, bridging the space between skirt and shoes. The look was neat, petite, and unmistakably feminine.

Come to think of it, Senior Alice had often tried to coax her into wearing girls' clothes before... but Xing Mo had always stood her ground. Until now.

Now, her senior had completely gotten her way.

Was it really that amusing, forcing a boy to dress like a girl? Then again… she was a girl now.

Lost in thought, Xing Mo still remembered to check both sides of the street, scanning for a carriage.

“There aren’t many carriages at this hour…” She muttered.

“Don’t worry.” Alice replied casually, “I already called for one.”

“You called for a carriage?” Xing Mo blinked in surprise.

A sudden shadow passed over her. She looked up.

Two Pegasi were descending gracefully from the sky, their hooves touching down lightly on the street. They were harnessed to a sleek black carriage emblazoned with a dandelion crest—the sigil of the Pushett Family.

“In just one month, you’ve forgotten who I am?” Alice said, brushing a hand through Xing Mo’s hair before opening the carriage door, “Get in, my dear junior.”

Right... Alice was a noble—daughter of the Pushett Family.

It was easy to forget. She never acted like a noble, never put on airs. But moments like this served as a sharp reminder.

The power of wealth: when you needed a ride, one literally descended from the sky.

Sighing, Xing Mo climbed into the carriage. Alice followed, and the Pegasi soon pulled them swiftly through the Northern District streets.

Their destination: the Holy Spirit Church in the White Tower District.

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Before reaching the Holy Spirit Church, Alice had the carriage stop at the side of the road and stepped down with Xing Mo in tow.

They had arrived in the White Tower District’s commercial street. Unlike the more chaotic Northern or Southern Districts, this area had fewer street vendors and more well-kept shops, lending it a cleaner, more refined atmosphere.

As soon as they alighted, Alice guided Xing Mo into a nearby breakfast shop.

“Boss, ten roasted sausages and one white bread.” She said, then paused thoughtfully, “Hmm… Mo-mo, the usual? Steamed buns and soy milk?”

“Two buns—one with vegetables, one with meat.” Xing Mo replied, then lowered her voice. “Senior… you’re really going to eat ten sausages?”

“Of course not. They’re for Vivian.” Alice sighed, shaking her head, “That girl’s appetite is something else…”

Ah, right—Xing Mo had nearly forgotten. Senior Alice and Senior Vivian were in that kind of relationship. Bringing her breakfast wasn’t out of the ordinary.

As they waited, Xing Mo started chatting casually, “How are Senior Vivian’s wounds?”

“Not great.” Alice said with a troubled look, “Steam Man’s sword strike sliced through half her heart and shattered several ribs. On top of that, her spiritual force is depleted, so her self-healing’s slowed. But… her heart’s whole again, at least.”

“That must be excruciating…” Xing Mo murmured.

As a top-tier mythical species, Dragonkind had remarkable regenerative powers. Some tribes during the Era of Radiance even called them “immortal species.”

Even if their hearts were torn to shreds, Dragons could recover thanks to their unique attributes. There were even ancient accounts of Dragons surviving the destruction of their brains—though such trauma often resulted in near-total memory loss.

Vivian possessed a powerful Elder Dragon bloodline, inheriting some of Dragonkind traits. Still, the image of a blade piercing through her chest made Xing Mo’s heart clench. Recovered or not, the pain must be unimaginable.

Amid the rising steam and bustle of the breakfast shop, their orders were ready.

After finishing their meal, Alice carefully boxed up Vivian’s share and led Xing Mo back outside.

The morning in the White Tower District was calm. After weeks of overcast skies, the sun finally peeked through, casting a gentle warmth over the streets and lifting the mood.

It didn’t take long before the towering silhouette of the Holy Spirit Church came into view.

They passed through the church’s grand gate, turned left, and arrived at the relief shelter.

The relief shelter consisted of a cluster of buildings west of the Holy Spirit Church—much shorter than the towering cathedral, but still sizable. It included a hospital, a food pantry, and other charitable facilities.

As they walked along the grassy path toward the relief shelter, Xing Mo noticed a few people leaving with loaves of bread in hand. Most were clearly impoverished, coming each morning to the church for their daily rations.

It was a decent welfare system, but there was one glaring flaw: the truly destitute often couldn’t make it. Their mornings began far too early...

Maybe the little ones at Saint Auroth Cathedral could help deliver breakfast to the early workers? Aurora could foot the bill. Better let her rack up a few good deeds to balance out her misdeeds and avoid divine retribution.

Inside the hospital, Alice approached a nun at the entrance and asked for Vivian’s room. Once she got the answer, she hastened her pace.

When they opened the door, they found Vivian sitting up in bed, attempting to stretch.

“Awoo-oo-ouch! Ow ow ow… ugh…”

The silly Dragon Girl clutched her bandaged chest, wincing and whimpering—there were even tears in her eyes.

But the moment she spotted Alice walking in, she broke into a bright grin and threw her arms wide.

“Alice~!”

“….” Alice rubbed her temples and walked over to place the breakfast on the table, “Eat. I know you’re starving.”

Vivian’s nose twitched, and her icy blue eyes lit up like stars, “Meat! You brought meat! I told the nun I wanted meat, but she kept insisting I needed something light after a serious injury! She just doesn’t get me! I was going to die of hunger!”

She seized the breakfast like a starving wolf, chomping down with reckless abandon. Alice turned to Xing Mo and gave her a look of weary resignation.

That was just how Senior Vivian was…

Xing Mo, feeling a bit like an intruder, began to edge toward the door. This was just a quick breakfast drop-off, after all—no need for her to linger and disturb their moment.

Just as she was about to slip away, a voice called out: “Hey, the young girl over there.”

“Hmm? Senior, are you talking to me?” Xing Mo paused and stepped forward.

Vivian set the now-empty container down beside the bed, still chewing, her piercing blue gaze sweeping over Xing Mo from head to toe.

Then she spoke, casually but with strange certainty: “You’re Xing Mo, aren’t you?”

Alice and Xing Mo both nearly choked.

How did she know?