The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 08.04.2 - Late September's Whispers

Before she realized it, Xing Mo had spent over an hour in the café.

She shared stories with the proprietress—bits of daily life, scattered remarks from Aurora, and a handful of her own thoughts.

Naturally, Xing Mo omitted the moments when Aurora bullied her.

The proprietress listened quietly, a faint smile occasionally curving her lips.

By the time Xing Mo finished speaking, it was already half past five.

“Ah, I should get going—I’ve got an appointment tonight.”

Perlis snapped out of her reverie, “Alright. Have a good evening, Miss Xing Mo. I hope everything goes smoothly for you.”

She sent her off with a gentle smile and a wave. Xing Mo returned the gesture, rose from her seat, and walked away.

The door swung open to a torrential downpour, even heavier than it had been at four.

Standing beneath the eaves, Xing Mo glanced around, searching for any signs of the earthquake—but everything appeared perfectly normal.

Strange… Is the space inside the café separate from the world outside?

She considered it for a moment, then let the thought go.

Flagging down a carriage, she used the Tree of Life’s mark to inquire after Aurora’s whereabouts, then gave the coachman the address.

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“Is there a feast tonight?”

In a shack in the Docklands, Aurora tugged off her damp, short white stockings and set them aside to dry.

Aria handed her a robe, which she threw on before letting out a sneeze.

“Achoo~”

After the faked sneeze, Aurora glanced at Aria, eyes sparkling.

“Mhm.” Aria nodded, “Lady Saintess will be here soon. She said she’s treating everyone to a feast.”

“A feast, a feast?” Aurora’s face lit up, “Yay! Does that means…”

But halfway through her excitement, her expression dimmed.

“She probably spent the whole day cozying up to Senior Alice… and now she’s going to have Senior Alice’s family chefs help out. Hmph…”

Grumbling to herself, Aurora grabbed a towel and began drying her wet hair, suddenly realizing how undignified it was for a God to be caught in the rain like this.

Just then, a flustered little nun came dashing in, clutching an umbrella.

“Mi… Miss…! So… someone’s intruded on the territory! Says they want to see you!”

Aurora straightened at once, voice firm and authoritative, “Report in detail!”

“She said… her name is Alice Pushett! She’s here to see you! And… I think she brought an army!”

The little nun was out of breath, eyes wide.

Oh, it’s that woman… Aurora tilted her head.

An army, huh? Probably just a bunch of carriages. The little one’s not used to that sort of thing. Not surprising—the Docklands rarely sees carriages.

Aurora’s current location was an abandoned industrial site in the Docklands, It used to be an old dock but had been abandoned for quite some time after some incident. When Aurora found out about it, she rented the place, patching it up into a makeshift dormitory for the little ones.

The cathedral itself didn’t have room for everyone.

She’d even leased out part of the site at a low rate to whale oil factory workers while they looked for work—a way to cover some of her expenses.

She hadn’t been happy about pouring so much money into it. But when she saw the little ones crying with joy over being able to sleep on soft beds… well, it had felt worth it, not to mention that faith force had increased.

However, she had to admit—after pouring a fortune into renovating the dormitory, there wasn’t much left for reckless spending. Even just keeping everyone fed was a struggle.

So, Alice Pushett coming to help with dinner? Well, that’s welcome. Heh, she’s just another pawn I’m using… Aurora thought with a smirk, then waved a hand: “Let her army in!”

Before long, the clatter of carriage wheels echoed from outside, then the door swung open, , and in walked red-haired Alice.

The first thing she noticed was Aurora, still dripping wet, an indifferent expression on her face.

“Aria.” Aurora gestured, “Go take care of things. I’ll have a chat with Senior Alice.”

Aria nodded obediently, though she shot a cautious glance at Alice as she passed her.

Once the door closed behind her, Alice spoke, “Your real name is Aurora, isn’t it? Miss Xing Yu?”

“Yep.” Aurora tilted her head, a playful smile curling her lips, “Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

Alice gave her a once-over—soaked clothes, bare feet, damp hair. She let out a soft sigh, “Even Gods get caught in the rain?”

“I’m just experiencing life.” Aurora replied, standing up, “You think I’m like your Goddess? Always high up on a pedestal, pretending not to care?”

She started to make her way toward the heater, but before she got there, a pleasant wave of warmth rolled through the room.

Aurora turned to see a fireball hovering in the air, conjured by Alice.

“Mmm… so warm…” Aurora immediately flopped back into her seat, squinting contentedly. “Senior, you’re so kind.”

Alice stared at the seemingly harmless girl, an unreadable look in her eyes, then slowly made her way over and sat down beside her—cautious, careful.

Aurora paid her no mind, softly humming a tune and swinging her pale, bare feet in the fire’s glow.

Alice hesitated for a long while before finally breaking the silence.

“We need to talk.”

“Talk about what?” Aurora glanced at her with a mischievous grin, “Love?”

“I already have someone.” Alice sighed, the corner of her mouth twitching. What is with this girl? She thought, exasperated.

If Xing Mo heard something like that, she’d probably be blushing so hard her ears would turn red.

Aurora beamed at Alice: “Oh, you mean that Dragon Girl? She’s quite pretty.”

“Don’t get any ideas about her.” Alice warned, instinctively touching the back of her hand, “What I came to talk to you about… is Mo-mo.”

“You mean the Young Saintess?” Aurora’s grin only widened, “What about her?”

“You… lived with her for quite a while, didn’t you?” Alice’s expression was difficult to read.

“Mhm. That’s right. So?” Aurora tilted her head.

“You two sleep together every night, right?” Alice pressed.

“Yes, Senior.” Aurora replied mischievously, “Didn’t you see? I cling to her adorably when we sleep. The Young Saintess is soft and smells nice.”

Alice’s fists tightened. The image of poor Mo-mo trapped in such a situation every night made her want to hurl a couple of fireballs at this smug little thing. But she forced herself to stay calm.

“What I want to know is… have you… done that thing with her?”

Aurora blinked, “Which thing?”

“That thing.”

“Which thing?”

“Tsk…” Alice finally dropped all pretense, “I’m talking about the thing you like to do.”

“Ohhh…” Aurora nodded, “Have I done the thing I like to do with the Young Saintess…”

She looked toward the door: “Why don’t you just ask her yourself?”

Alice instinctively turned her head—and there stood Xing Mo, just stepping inside, closing a black umbrella behind her.

“Senior Alice? You’re here so early?” Xing Mo looked surprised.

Before Alice could open her mouth, Aurora blurted out, “Young Saintess! Senior Alice wants to know if you and I have ever—”

And then she said it. That word. The one symbolizing humanity’s greatest emotion.

Alice: …?

Xing Mo: (˚ Д˚ ≡˚ д˚)!?

What in the world were the two talking about!?