Mother God's Bladder-Liszt Moon

Ashley observed the examinee in front of her.

He looked fairly presentable, unlike Arthur, who had only just evolved into human form.

At the very least, he had good taste in clothing.

A purple tie custom-made by the Imperial Capital's Alchemy Tailor Shop, "Fei Li," a tailcoat from the top brand Centurion, every button fastened neatly, snow-duck down lining showing at the collar, paired with pure white trousers and a rather vintage bowler hat.

Moonlight of the Goddess—this was his God-Bestowed Title.

His words and conduct were quite gentlemanly as well. First, he slowly removed his hat, placed his left hand over his chest, and bowed slightly to Ashley in an elegant salute.

"Beautiful lady, it is an honor to dance with you."

Though this man was also a barbarian from the borderlands, at least he understood etiquette and could speak like a human.

Surely he would not be as perverted as the last one?

Liszt's refined appearance more or less put Ashley at ease.

She had checked him everywhere and found nothing unusual. According to the revised authorization document, Liszt could not strip off his clothes and brawl with her like Arthur had.

Although she had not yet figured out the tricks of the Magic Book Liszt had chosen, Ashley was very confident. In actual combat, she could cast the same spells with greater precision and achieve better results.

In a pure contest of magic, Ashley would not lose to anyone.

Such was the confidence of a Magic Genius.

"Sign the authorization."

After confirming that nothing could go wrong, Ashley spoke softly.

Ashley ignored Liszt's salute and did not return it. Plenty of borderlanders tried to curry favor with her every month, and she had never paid any of them any attention.

Ashley also perceived that Liszt's shoulders had been trembling slightly when he bowed.

Was it because he was nervous and afraid?

Heh. Ashley scoffed disdainfully to herself.

No matter how splendid their attire was, it could not conceal the cowardice and barbarity in their bones.

Only the nobles of Falos were true nobles.

She took the pen and signed her name on the newly drafted authorization contract.

"This humble person has been discourteous."

Liszt did not get angry. He wore a calm, refined smile as he slowly signed his name on the authorization document. "Please bear witness."

"Please bear witness to my resolve."

He spoke slowly.

What? Ashley had not yet reacted.

Bear witness to what resolve?

The alchemical biomimicry had already activated. Light began weaving together the form Ashley had transformed into: the expensive tailcoat, tidy tie, gold-rimmed glasses, and bowler hat all emerged from the light. Her appearance also began changing into Liszt's quiet, refined face.

Everything was normal.

Except for a certain urge.

A certain urge that suddenly surged into her heart.

An intense, irresistible urge.

An urge born from the instincts of life, churning beneath the surface like a tide. An urge she could not resist, could only submit to, wave after wave crashing against the rocks, as though it would burst through the dam the very next second, each wave stirring ripples!

She could not defy it, could not resist it.

It was an instinctive urge.

The next second, Ashley clamped her legs together, her pupils trembling!

Ashley checked her body's abnormal statuses, but no matter how she searched, she could not find any curse-related debuffs.

She raised her eyes again in disbelief and stared again at the borderland examinee in disbelief. Her lips trembled slightly. "You... what did you do? What did you do to your body?"

Liszt pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. His movements remained elegant, every gesture filled with gentlemanly poise, though ever since he had appeared, his movements had been extremely slow.

"Nothing."

"According to the rules I revised, whether taking forbidden drugs or entering the field carrying cursed statuses, both are violations." Ashley bit her lip.

But Liszt had not broken any rules. If he had, the Scales of Order would have revoked his examination qualifications long ago.

Liszt showed a refined, aloof smile, immaculate and pure as moonlight.

Yet his words seemed to come from the depths of hell—

"This is not any kind of cursed status. It is merely the most normal physiological condition."

"This humble person has not taken any 'forbidden' medicine either. This humble person merely drank six bottles of water in one go last night."

"And it was the cleanest, purest water."

"It was holy water begged from the church."

He smiled elegantly, his tone sacred as he opened his arms, open and aboveboard. "It has nothing whatsoever to do with filthy curses."

Ashley's prediction had long since been predicted by Ansu's prediction.

Only now did Ashley finally understand why Liszt's movements had been so slow, and why his body had been trembling slightly.

Because this perverted glasses-wearing freak had entered the match while holding in his piss!

And he had been holding in last night's urine!

"Come and feel the sacred power contained within holy water."

Liszt opened his arms reverently and declared aloud, "This is precisely the Goddess's divine might. Praise the Goddess."

Holy water was for exorcising demons, not for holding in piss!

That naked guy who kicked people in the balls had only insulted the Holy Sword, and now this glasses-wearing piss-holder was going to insult holy water too?!

Ashley only felt her cheeks flush crimson. She clamped her legs tightly together and covered her lower abdomen with both hands.

Only this allowed her to maintain her sanity amid that raging flood of urge.

The audience on the stage saw Ashley's strange condition, and an uproar immediately broke out. They spoke among themselves, trying to figure out what exactly had happened.

The priests on the third floor were equally bewildered. The opening had seemed perfectly normal, and they had not noticed anything strange. What exactly was wrong with Priestess Ashley?

Countless curious gazes fell on Ashley, making her cheeks burn even redder.

If she peed in the church hall, her career as a priestess would be over, wouldn't it?

"Miss Ashley."

Liszt's steady voice rang out.

"After observing your performance, I am actually very disappointed in you. You are not qualified to call yourself a noble."

What the hell was this brat saying?

Noble bloodline was what Ashley was proudest of, yet now a piss-holding barbarian from the borderlands was saying she was not qualified to call herself a noble?

But Liszt pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses again. His gaze was as sharp and dazzling as a hawk's. Sunlight fell across his back, and his upright figure cast a straight shadow.

"A true noble is one who, no matter what kind of state they are in, can uphold a noble's elegance and restraint. This pride, this perseverance, is precisely the resolve and responsibility of a noble person!"

"Just as Brother Ansu said, the spirit of perseverance—this is the essence of a noble soul!"

"You only endured for a little while before complaining like this, while I endured for an entire night."

"Your Noble Spirit is truly so weak and pathetic!"

"What I am about to show you is the perseverance of the Radiant Holy See!"

Ashley looked at him as though she were dead. Her entire being seemed ready to turn to ash.

Your Noble Spirit was holding in piss?

Brother Ansu... Brother Ansu?

Was it that damn Ansu again?!

That bastard came up with this idea again!

"Who says I cannot endure?"

Ashley slowly straightened her body. She clenched her staff in her hand and stared fixedly at Liszt.

Her eyes were murderous.

"Then, beautiful Miss." Liszt slowly raised his staff. "Let us begin."

Today was Moonlight of the Goddess's first battle, and from this day onward, an even louder title would Resound throughout the entire Imperial Capital.

One of the Three Heroes of the Border, Mother God's Bladder—Liszt Moon!

Surely his father, far away at the borderlands, would feel proud of him.

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