127. Could It Really Be Her?
Reina managed to break free from Calysia’s embrace with great difficulty…
Or rather, it was Calysia who had had enough. If calculated according to real-world time, it should have been about five hours.
She had originally been sitting on the sofa, but then Reina had been pinned down. During this time… that dummy Calysia had even conjured up many strange toys to bind Reina… Unconsciously, Reina felt that her body and mind had been developed to a certain extent by this dummy. Although it was very tiring… this was just the Place of Prayer. Not only did it not matter, but it also had no effect on reality.
So Reina wasn’t afraid of what Calysia would do to her in the Place of Prayer, and she could even use this opportunity to let her master vent her endless desires.
At this moment, Reina’s clothes were already in tatters. Human clothes still couldn’t withstand the strength of a dragon… Fortunately, the Place of Prayer was just a manifestation of Reina’s mind. Whether it was space or time, it was isolated from the outside world… Even if her body was taken by the Dragon King tens of thousands of times here, her real self would still be pure and innocent!
After leaving the Place of Prayer, Reina subconsciously squeezed her thighs… This was because the sensitivity hadn’t faded yet, and she could only do this subconsciously.
Reina took a steady breath, and only then did she completely put the previous events behind her.
“Goddess? You look… very excited?”
“Ahem…”
Reina shook her head. Facing Pesa’s question, she could only quickly change the subject:
“Could it be that the Pope… didn’t agree to your request?”
“He wanted your approval, so I came to find you…”
Reina was a little speechless. She couldn’t believe that this old Pope would throw his own adopted daughter at her. Whose mother was she, to be so diligent?
She opened her eyes… No matter what, she had to try the effect of the Eye of Light now.
Opening her eyes, the cross at the bottom of her eyes shimmered with a faint golden light, and Reina discovered that the whole world had fallen silent…
The sound of the wind outside the window, the rustling of the pen on the paper, even the occasional birdsong had all disappeared… No, rather than disappearing, it was more like they had been transformed into the most basic [information], becoming a part of the world’s [information flow]. After fully activating the Eye of Light with her current strength, what Reina saw was such a world full of information.
From the microscopic structure to the composition of the stars and the magical dust floating in the air, even the five-element barrier between worlds, it seemed that everything could be seen at this moment.
But with her current strength, Reina discovered that she could only decipher some simple content… The coffee on the table instantly decomposed into countless basic pieces of information, even more vast than a book’s worth of information.
However, what Reina wanted to see now was whether Pesa was lying.
This was very simple. It only took a moment… to see this most basic information.
“Pesa, did the Pope guide you here, or did you come to find me on your own?”
Reina asked, like a teacher lecturing a student.
Pesa lowered her head, not daring to say anything, and the scene became very awkward.
Reina thought that, according to Agnes’s personality, she would go and comfort her, but now it seemed that as long as someone was suspected of being an enemy, she wouldn’t feel any sympathy. Instead, she watched Pesa with vigilance, trying to catch something from her.
Then, as if sensing that the atmosphere was wrong, Pesa said in a low voice, “I came here on my own! The Pope originally told me to give up… so I said those things. Please don’t mind… The Pope is not a bad person.”
She saw it.
Not just Pesa’s words…
Including her body language, including the psychological preparation for saying these words, including a series of information on her body that could lead to a conclusion…
When all this information was gathered together, and the meaningless information that consumed mental energy was instantly eliminated, a conclusion was reached.
—She wasn’t lying.
Pesa had indeed come here on her own accord, but this was also her own analysis…
But the one testing me wasn’t Pesa, but the Pope.
What was this guy’s purpose?
“As a goddess, I approve of your decision.”
“Take us to the Pope.”
…
Three hours later, Pesa led the three of them to Whitesburg.
The place was still bustling with traffic. Endless streams of homeless half-orcs moved here, treating Whitesburg as their last sanctuary.
But seeing the cute half-orcs with a new home, Reina would think of the Pope’s face.
“Will this place become a battlefield?”
Reina felt something soft and warm press against her. It was Agnes, holding her hand and guiding her.
While Pesa wasn’t nearby, she asked quietly.
Reina nodded and rubbed the place where Agnes’s dragon horns should have been. Even if they were hidden, it would still be very comfortable to massage them.
…She had the same feeling as me.
The Beast King had promised to give the half-orcs a beautiful home.
Whitesburg was the promise they had fulfilled.
Of course, when humanity declared war on the demons again, this place would be the front line.
Calysia also looked at the carriages lined up on the stone road for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.
At the end of the corridor on the left side of the second floor of Whitesburg Fortress was the Pope’s office.
But in the main hall on the first floor of Whitesburg, they were blocked by a group of half-orc doctors.
There was blood everywhere, and a pungent, bloody smell filled the air.
Reina focused and opened her eyes.
The werewolf surrounded by the half-orcs was covered in wounds. The simple bandages hadn’t stopped the wounds from splitting open, and he was covered in blood, looking a little disheveled.
But even so, he still had a smoking cigar in his mouth.
The Werewolf King.
Reina had seen this old smoker at the Four Realms meeting.
The highest-ranking person in the werewolf race, known as the king of the [Lone Wolf].
But what was interesting was that he didn’t fight with his savage claws and agile body, but with gunpowder he had developed himself.
His dark fur was messy from his wounds, but he didn’t seem to care much about his appearance.
His name was Albert… because his name wasn’t very distinctive, most people just called him the Werewolf King or “Black Wolf.” He was a straightforward person, and although he wasn’t a high-ranking member of the God Slaying Society, Reina had the right to command him. During their previous interactions, she had discovered that he was also a “brash man” who couldn’t hide his feelings.
“Damn it, where’s Kribi? Come out quickly, something bad has happened!”
“Wait, wait? Goddess… Dragon King!”
“What’s the situation?”
Calysia stepped forward and asked. All the half-orcs who were preparing to treat the Werewolf King consciously made way for her.
The Werewolf King stood up straight.
“Your Majesty, I’m sorry, the mission has failed.”
As he spoke these words, the air seemed to become much colder.
“Of the 600 in the reconnaissance team, only about 80 survived. If it weren’t for the rescue, we would have all died in the snow.”
The Werewolf King glanced in Reina’s direction.
He noticed the iconic cross pupils at the bottom of Reina’s eyes and said in a low, surprised voice:
“…Could it really be her?”
