Saintess? Crazy Woman!

When the bell rang, Bishop Paul finally began his lecture from the podium at the very bottom of the lecture hall.

Although he was still spouting the same old clichés from the Church, such as the divine creation of the world, faith, and salvation...

It was unexpected that the elderly bishop was actually witty and humorous in his speech, and many of his progressive ideas were so novel that they actually piqued everyone's interest.

Many of the gazes that had been fixed on Ansu gradually drifted away, drawn in by Bishop Paul.

However, even though Bishop Paul was speaking quite well, Ansu truly could not listen to a word of it; he sat on pins and needles for the entire duration of the class...

The reason, of course, was Freya, who was sitting right beside him and stealing glances at him every chance she got.

The other party was clearly here with ill intent!

Since she had called out his name, she must have come because of that note...

Ansu quietly turned his head to observe Freya.

Her face looked somewhat haggard, and she carried an air of drowsy exhaustion; perhaps she had been secretly investigating for days and nights without sleep, just to find him...

"Um..." Ansu decided to get straight to the point. "Miss Saintess, may I ask what you are looking for me for?"

Her pale golden gaze slowly shifted over, and Freya stared at Ansu without blinking.

Ansu could not see a trace of hostility in those eyes; instead, there was a sense of curiosity and observation, as if she had been sizing him up ever since she first saw him...

Strange.

Is this the reaction one should have after being threatened?

"If you want to ask about what happened that day..."

Ansu did not explicitly name the "note," but instead probed further, saying, "Then I can give you an explanation."

"Good." Freya nodded gently. "Follow me after class."

"There can't be any outsiders." Ansu glanced left and right.

What he was most worried about, of course, was Cecilia; if she caught him "rendezvousing" with the Saintess, he would definitely be dead!

"Of course there won't be any outsiders." Freya said softly, "This is a matter between you and me."

Finally, after class ended...

A noisy clamor erupted in the lecture hall, and Ansu immediately looked toward Freya.

Freya nodded. "The Royal Academy has our own chapel, follow me."

The two stood up at the same time, and the gazes of many students turned toward them in unison.

"Miss Freya." Ansu looked down at her hand, which was gripping his tightly. "I know where the chapel is, you should let go of me..."

"I will take you there." Freya said earnestly.

Ansu looked at her, speechless. "Have you forgotten that I am the student at this school?"

"But..." Freya's expression was hesitant, as if she were afraid that if she let go, Ansu would run away.

During the moment the two were at a stalemate, even more students gathered around to watch.

As the Saintess of the Church, combined with her young and beautiful appearance, Freya naturally possessed a great deal of popularity, and her every move was highly conspicuous.

Seeing her actually holding a boy's hand naturally ignited wave after wave of discussion, and the fire of gossip seemed to be lit all at once...

Even Bishop Paul on the podium looked a bit surprised; he glanced at the flustered Freya, and finally fixed his gaze on Ansu, observing him with curiosity.

"I absolutely won't run away, I promise!" Ansu glanced at his surroundings and whispered to her, "So many people are watching, let go of me first!"

"Mm... okay." Freya's cheeks were flushed red, and she lowered her head, her voice becoming as quiet as a mosquito's.

Benalu Royal Academy covered a vast area, almost equivalent to a small city.

Ansu walked in front with Freya following closely behind, and twenty minutes later, the two finally arrived at a small chapel located in a remote corner of the academy.

Freya took out a ring of keys and opened the main door; the small chapel was completely empty at this time.

"The church staff have already been withdrawn; no one knows we will come here." Freya gently closed the main door. "Don't worry, it is safe here."

"Just say what you have to say!" Ansu did not want to continue playing guessing games with her. "If it's about the note, I can tell you clearly that I was not the one who orchestrated that..."

He prepared to align his story and tell the same lie as Kevin.

But unexpectedly...

"I don't care about the note at all..."

Freya's pale golden eyes stared intently at Ansu, and that face, which usually gave off a peaceful and serene impression, even became unusually agitated as she stepped forward and gripped Ansu's hand tightly.

"Are you the Chosen One destined for me!?"

"Huh?" Ansu was stunned for a moment.

Then, a stormy sea surged in his heart.

How did she know I was the Chosen One? She hadn't even met me before, right?

"I'm not. What Chosen One? You've found the wrong person." Ansu, of course, decisively denied it.

Are you kidding me? If this identity were exposed, not to mention the endless trouble, I'd be at the very top of the assassination list for the Echo of Truth. A few simulations wouldn't even be enough to cover my death...

"No! You are!"

Freya didn't seem to be asking Ansu a question at all, but rather confirming a result.

She continued to lean in, forcing Ansu back until he was cornered.

Then...

Freya twitched her petite nose, actually leaning in to sniff at Ansu's neck.

"Uh... Miss Saintess, what are you doing?"

Ansu looked on in surprise as Freya pressed against him, sniffing away incessantly.

This was such a huge contrast to the image of a Saintess; anyone who didn't know better would think she was a pervert...

"Yes, yes, yes! This scent... it's exactly this scent!"

"I found you, I finally found you!!" Freya raised her head with an ardent gaze. "You are my Chosen One! You are the one from the prophecy who will change the world!"

Ansu's face was filled with question marks. Who in their right mind finds a Chosen One by sniffing them?

"Miss Saintess, I feel like your mental state is a bit concerning. I think I should head back now..."

Ansu pushed her away, speechless, but Freya clung to him again, impossible to shake off.

"Chosen One, why won't you admit it?" Freya blinked, asking with a puzzled expression, "Is it because you're facing some kind of difficulty? Please rest assured, if you have any trouble... I will definitely resolve it for you!"

"Wait!" Ansu knew she wouldn't give up unless he said something, so he spoke:

"Setting aside whether or not I'm actually this 'Chosen One' you speak of, tell me first: what makes you think I am? I came here today thinking it was about that note..."

"Of course I know, because you are in my dreams." Freya gently closed her eyes and placed a hand over her chest.

Ansu glanced down at Freya's chest; her inadvertent movement caused those magnificent, rounded peaks to tremble slightly.

I have to say, big breasts + a great figure + a gentle personality—these are practically the standard configuration for a holy heroine...

"In your dreams?"

"Yes!" Freya kept her eyes closed, revealing a devout expression. "I have been able to hear divine oracles since I was very young. The gods would give me certain revelations in my dreams, and because of that, I was brought to the capital and became the Saintess in the hearts of thousands of believers..."

She opened her eyes and gazed at Ansu once more. "After I arrived in this city from the capital by chance, the divine revelations became more frequent and clearer. I seemed to... vaguely see a face..."

Ansu frowned. The Saintess's 'dream revelations' actually existed in the original plot, but that wasn't until three years later, when the game officially began.

The "Chosen One" she dreamed of was naturally the player, but the situation was different now because he was the player...

That meant the person she dreamed of was none other than him!