บท 28: Their Thoughts

"I was feeling nervous just now, but the holy saintess is incredibly easy to talk to and generous."

"She's called a holy saintess for a reason, you fool."

"That's good that we're acquainted with her. She even asked her guardian to record our names!"

"Holy saintess is much more beautiful and elegant than people describe. She is an angel from heaven! But oddly enough, I have no desire other than respect and reverence. I was motivated just because of her charming smile and pleasant voice."

"Yes, she is probably from the upper realm. What do you think? Is the mortal realm capable of producing someone like her?"

"Her conduct, talent, and power... She looks like a sixteen-year-old girl, but she possesses immense power. She exudes a faint holy aura even when she doesn't do anything."

"Holy saintess went to experience mortal life. Be aware of her seemingly no cultivation base. Powerful experts often hide their cultivation base and stuff."

The people discussed their experiences, and all were about the holy saintess. They were honored to exchange words with such a lofty, noble lady.

Moreover, the holy saintess didn't have the slightest bit of arrogance typical of influential people. It was as humble as a generous saintess who was loved by everyone. She was like an auspicious omen.

Even the Imperial Prince and Princess needed to be respectful and polite before the holy saintess.

With that kind of importance, power, temperance, nature, and extraordinary abilities, it was no wonder her holy land sent hundreds of secret protectors to ensure her safety in the mortal world.

Other holy saintess usually had a dozen powerful secret protectors at most. Not only that, other holy saintess couldn't even be compared to Lady Miko at all. Lady Miko's protectors possessed the power to topple an empire, no, the entire world!

Well, but in a good way. Lady Miko was capable of protecting the world with that kind of force.

The people at that meeting were convinced that Lady Miko was a young Goddess from the upper realm who descended to the lower realm to experience mortal life.

"Raf-chan, I'm sleepy..." Ely closed her eyes in the carriage and leaned against Rafaela's shoulder.

"Mm, please lean on my shoulder and rest, master. I will carry you to bed when we arrive at the hotel." Rafaela put her hands around her master's waist to ensure her master's safety.

"Huu... Huu..." Ely fell asleep shortly after. It was a tiring day, and she still needed eight hours of sleep, or she would be sleep deprived.

Rafaela looked at the twin moons in the starry night sky, lost in thought. However, her master's soft breath instantly caught her full attention.

She then secretly put her hand to her master's and grasped it. She was a bit shy, but she was satisfied with that.

Out there was no master-disciple relationship as close as this one. Her master was literally seen as everyone's mother... a family.

Once they arrived at the hotel, Rafaela used her shadow movement to carry her master into their room. She laid her master down on the bed with the utmost care, then sat beside the bed.

She originally wanted to change her master's outfit but decided against it.

That night, Rafaela watched her master's lovely angelic sleeping face until she accidentally fell asleep there.

*Knock* *Knock*

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Rafela immediately woke up with a trail of saliva at the corner of her mouth. She woke up and found her master was not in bed.

"!?" Rafaela panicked spontaneously, but the delicious smell wafted from the kitchen. She immediately came out and saw her master had just opened the entrance door.

"You have come, Remi-chan. Please come in." Ely invited her tenth disciple to come in.

"Please excuse me. Uhm, it smells so good, master. Did you cook breakfast?" Remiel sniffed around. Her fluffy tail wagged to the right and left. She was eager to taste her master's delicacies.

"Mm, yes. You're up, Raf-chan. Come and join us." Ely also invited Rafaela to the dining table.

"Hmm-mm~" Remiel's wolf ears perked up as she was excited. She came so early, but fortunately, her master was awake.

"I will go with master, just the two of us." Remiel covered her mouth and whispered to her second sister as if she were proud.

"Mm, please protect our master from those troublemakers." Rafaela stroked her junior sister's head with a smile.

"Leave it to me." Remiel thumped her chest.

"..." Ely felt warm seeing that kind of simple exchange. Among her core disciplines, Remiel was the most active in spending time outside.

Her tenth disciple has a hair color similar to hers, black with a slight purple hue when exposed to sunlight. Remiel was an adorable wolf-kin, or known in the Human Realm as a demi-human.

For some reason, Ely could see Remiel's glacier-blue eyes sparkling joyfully. It was like a little puppy getting overly excited about something.

A few minutes later, breakfast was served at the table. Remiel waited for her master to lead the prayer before she proceeded to devour her meal.

It was a bowl of meat and vegetable puree. Yet, she felt like she was flying and brought to a soft cloud cushion that was thick and chewy.

The clouds of food then melted, and she returned to herself. She ate another spoonful of her master's Heavenly-tier delicacies and felt enlightened by another kind of horizon.

It was like another sense of excitement. Remiel and Rafaela were too engrossed with their food enlightenment until they failed to realize their bowls were already empty and clean. Remiel even licked her spoon and bowl until they looked like they had just been washed clean.

Ely then gave them another serving.

"Master, you are a Heavenly Chef, the Goddess of Cooking." Remiel muttered in full appreciation.

"Haha, thanks, but I'm not that great." Ely covered her mouth in a light chuckle. "Anyway, Raf-chan, Remi-chan and I will go to the Holy Church until the afternoon. Please notify all disciples to prepare to return to the Sacred Mountain."

"Eh? All disciples?" Rafaela was stunned for a moment.

"Yup, all of them, including the 144 disciples. It's been a while since I gave them some pointers and inspected their progress. I can't be so partial and only pay attention to my ten core disciples, right?"

"Ah, disciples understand."

"Hmm, we must also calm down for a few days and cultivate. Please bring as many resources as possible, but don't leave any risk to the businesses that the Guardian of Dream owns."

"I will convey your wish to all the disciples soon, master."

"Good, then please get going."

Ely waved her hand, and Rafaela immediately went to finish her task. It was great news for all disciples because their master would train everyone.

"Remi-chan, are you wearing your Versatile Slime outfit?" Ely checked Remiel's dress, and it was the slime artifact.

"Mm, yes. Is there something wrong, master? It's so practical and convenient!" Remiel spun around once to reveal her tight combat suit.

"Hmm, I did remind him, right? Please minimize using that slime artifact, let alone for normal daily life. It drains your energy constantly, and real clothes are the best in most cases." Ely reminded Remiel like a worried mother.

"..." Remiel's wolf ears drooped as she felt guilty.

"We're going to the Holy Church too. I'm afraid your slime suit will turn to mush, and you'll be left naked in that holy place. Ah, if you don't have any dresses to wear, we'll go shopping before going to Holy Church. How about that?" Ely stroked Remiel's head gently, but she was a bit down, recalling her dilemma.

She wasn't sure her spare dress would fit Remiel's curvy body. Her female disciples had already grown into beautiful, graceful ladies with ripe bodies.

As for her, she was immortalized at the age of sixteen! Her disciples were already taller than her. They could be considered her children, but she sometimes looked like the child in body height comparison.

"Yes!" Remiel agreed excitedly.

With that said, Remiel left with her master to go downtown to shop for some dresses and outfits.

Once the bountiful shopping was over, Ely and Ramiel went to Holy Church with different identities. Ely was a painter, and Remiel was her assistant.