A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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The streets were packed with people, and shops lined both sides. Violet had no idea how these city dwellers could be so calm and collected as to browse and haggle. Violet thought that if it were her, she'd probably be foolish enough to just buy whatever the seller quoted, and definitely more than she should.

Even at the shop that claimed to sell foreign goods, Vera saw some live little creatures. It turned out they were selling all sorts of spirit pets. Unlike monsters, these little animals possessed sentience.

The spirit pet with its big, round eyes lay in the wire cage. Violet couldn't tell what kind of creature it was, but she thought it was quite cute, like a rabbit and a bird at the same time, because it looked like a little rabbit but had a pair of beautiful wings.

The stall owner would occasionally let it perform flying tricks, which looked both funny and cute.

308. Catch Phoebe

"Stop looking, Violet, I have good news for you. This is probably what you've been waiting for."

"Did you find her?"

Violet doubted the possibility of finding Phoebe among so many people—it was like finding a needle in a haystack. But she had to trust Saint Karina, because no one else could possibly find her.

"Yes, I found her."

However, Saint Karina did not explain how she found the other party. The reason she was able to find Phoebe was not because of herself, but because of the Demon Dragon.

The other party is very familiar with the hero's aura; the hero's sword is within the same street range, and the Demon Dragon can sense it.

"I'm going to catch her!"

Saint Karina left a message and ran off.

She ran very fast, her muscles enhanced by magic, almost like a phantom, and the Vil disappeared in an instant.

"Hey! Wait for me, Lina!"

Violet tried to call out to Saint Karina, suggesting they get up together, but Saint Karina was too fast, and it was too late for her to stop her.

She had already gone to find Phoebe, and soon, the crowd surrounded Santa Karina, engulfing her. Then, she disappeared from Phoebe's sight.

"Lina?!"

Violet's voice began to sound alarmed, because she realized that she could no longer see Saint Karina at all.

She was alone in this unfamiliar city. At first, she thought it was fine traveling alone, but now she was starting to panic. If Santa Karina found Phoebe's whereabouts, but she lost track of Santa Karina, she really didn't know what to do.

Where did she go? Vera didn't know. She couldn't bear to imagine not finding Saint Karina. She could only act on instinct, her mind blank. Vera remembered the direction Saint Karina had last disappeared in, and decisively chased after her in that direction.

"Da da da."

Violet rushed into the crowd, letting them engulf her.

Her pace far exceeded the walking speed of ordinary people, and she ran faster than many people. Moreover, her running was completely erratic, and in such a crowded environment, she could easily bump into other people.

This drew complaints and even curses from those around her, but Violet showed no sign of stopping; she didn't even have time to apologize.

Her first thought wasn't to retrieve her mother's sword; what mattered most was catching up with Saint Karina.

She can't stop!

Where is Santa Karina, with her white hair?

Vera craned her neck, wishing she weren't a giraffe, or like Saint Karina, who could use flight or levitation spells so she could bypass these people and find that conspicuous white one.

Violet could only dream about those conditions; she didn't actually possess them. So, she could only look around, her hair swaying wildly in the rushing air.

"Oh!"

A loud crash was heard.

This time, Violet knocked down a middle-aged man. He was quite large and had a big belly, and it was obvious that he was heavy. Yet she still managed to knock him to the ground.

The man had also bought a lot of fruit, including watermelons, bananas, and grapes. When he fell, his things were smashed to pieces.

It's clear that even if we pick it up, it's not edible for humans. It'll probably only be good for feeding dogs.

"Damn it! Don't you have eyes?!"

He couldn't get up for a long time, and even if he wanted to catch the runaway Vera, beat her up, or demand compensation, he was simply too weak to do so.

He's too fat, and the fall was too hard. Even though there's a thick layer of fat cushioning his fall, he definitely won't be able to get up anytime soon.

"I'm so sorry! If we ever meet again, I will definitely make it up to you!"

Violet was also knocked off balance, but she quickly regained her balance and continued chasing after them.

She didn't notice what the person on the ground looked like; it was purely an instinctive apology.

"What? Next time? My God! Aren't you going to help me up and pick up my things? You crazy woman, you [Lanos profanity]! Hey, don't even think about running away, stop right there!"

The chubby uncle didn't have the strength to stand up, so he sat on the ground and stomped his feet anxiously.

He was furious. How could he be so unlucky today, running into such an unreasonable lunatic! And the other person even tried to run away and shirk responsibility.

However, his pain was completely forgotten by Vera!

Violet continued her relentless pursuit; she had to catch up with Saint Karina today!

then……

"Damn it! Let me go! You're openly imprisoning me in the street! This is vigilante justice!"

"I don't. Besides, the Asian cat race doesn't have a very good reputation in human towns."

Violet heard a familiar voice, and she immediately knew who it was.

Then she heard a relatively quiet voice; the second voice belonged to Saint Karina, whom she wanted to catch up with.

Without even thinking, she knew her destination was near! Just around this corner was the person she wanted to see!

then……

Violet witnessed a comical scene. The feet of the cat girl, Phoebe, were petrified, the magic lasting up to her waist, and in front of her, calmly watching her spout nonsense, was a white-haired woman.

That was Saint Karina; she had finally won him over.

Compared to Saint Karina's composure, Phoebe was in a much worse state. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, but she was completely unable to break free from the magic's control.

Violet recognized the face clearly, but the Phoebe she remembered was always cunning, like a cat, occasionally lively, and with that smug, arrogant look when she tricked someone before leaving.

This pitiful look, with its flushed face and desperate pleading for help, was something Vera had never seen before.

She wouldn't forget Phoebe's face so quickly, but Phoebe seemed to have forgotten her very soon. After all, Phoebe herself had said that she had fooled hundreds, even thousands of people. It's normal for someone who has fooled so many people to have a bad memory.

Phoebe didn't recognize Violet's face; their time together was rather brief. Or rather, Phoebe subconsciously believed that Violet couldn't possibly appear again; she was finished.

So, when she saw someone approaching, instead of standing idly by like the others, she immediately put on a pitiful look, her eyes shining as if she had seen her only savior.

She looked at Violet with sorrow, as if begging for Violet's pity and mercy.

"Please! Dear lady, you are the only one with a conscience, please save me! This woman, this white-haired fellow, she's gone mad! She's a scoundrel, daring to disregard the law and attack a poor girl like me in broad daylight..."

"I'm just an ordinary person, I have no idea what happened! She rushed out and used magic to suddenly attack me! My God, I didn't do anything wrong! How could she do this to me!"

Phoebe is shamelessly distorting the truth.

Moreover, she was able to claim that she hadn't done anything wrong, all in an attempt to manipulate public opinion and get others to stand up for her and shield her from disaster.

She's a terrible liar.

309. Falling into hands

"Little liar from the Asian cat tribe, if it were a normal situation, and you were treated the way you claim, and you were innocent, then I would certainly sympathize with you. But now, I don't feel that you deserve any sympathy at all."

Think about what you've done; you're utterly wicked. And you show no remorse whatsoever; you're lying to people again. You've fooled everyone just because you're cute and incredibly deceptive.

If I didn't know you, I would definitely believe your story. Seeing such a lovely girl like you being bullied breaks my heart, but not now, because I know what kind of person you are.

"Vell said."

"You know who I am? My goodness, kind lady, you can't just spout nonsense. You must have mistaken the person you're talking about. After all, we Asian cats all look pretty much the same. I don't even know who you are, how could you possibly know me?"

"Huh? I thought I remembered you quite well, but I didn't expect you to forget me so quickly after you scammed me. It seems you really have, as you said, fooled too many people. Like now, you've even forgotten the face of a fool you just deceived yesterday."

Violet seemed a little speechless, but her expression quickly turned serious.

"Fine. If you don't remember, then I'll remind you. Yesterday you swindled all my money in the forest, stole my mother's sword, and abandoned me deep in the forest, in a deserted place. How about that? I've made myself clear, shouldn't you remember now?"

"Vel Salila, the hero's daughter, do you remember that name?"

Violet meticulously helped Phoebe memorize, or rather, think.

She didn't want Phoebe to forget who she was when she tried her.

Violet had made herself quite clear. Phoebe wasn't stupid; she looked closely at Violet's face, scrutinized her carefully, and the doubt on her face finally dissipated. She breathed a sigh of relief, understanding the cause and effect.

But then she was actually quite surprised.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Black Cat's expression turned quite shocked. She never expected that the person she had caught was the same silly girl who had been completely fooled by her in just a few hours yesterday.

She was certain that, among all the people she had ever fooled in her life, if we were to rank them by how naive they were, it would definitely be Violet, this innocent country girl who claimed to be the daughter of a hero, who would be among the top.

She practically wanted to grab a bowl of Cao's rice bowl and slam it on the table.

"The first person to grab me is actually you, you silly girl!?"

Her mouth was wide open, and her legs were frozen in place, creating a somewhat comical scene.

"First of all, I'm not stupid. Nor am I a naive girl. I was just deceived by you; you betrayed my trust."

"Vell corrected me."

"No! You are absolutely the dumbest, most clueless fool I've ever met. You'd believe anything a stranger says."

That's why Phoebe didn't immediately think of Violet's identity.

She thought that the poor, silly girl was still crying her eyes out deep in the forest, tormented by mosquitoes and terrible monsters at night, unable to rest properly during the day, and exhausted.

Originally, Phoebe wouldn't have chosen to sell the Hero's Sword in a nearby city. However, the sword's significance was too much for her; she worried that carrying it might bring trouble. Moreover, the Hero's Sword wouldn't sell well in other cities, and she didn't want to be arrested as a criminal and await final judgment.

What is the identity of a hero? They are human heroes, the beacon of hope for humanity's resistance against the demons. Phoebe will likely be immediately labeled as a traitor to humanity.

For this kind of crime, there is usually only one outcome: the death penalty. The only difference is probably the method of execution.

Even if it is the sword of a former hero, its commemorative significance outweighs its practical use, and that symbolic meaning is beyond Phoebe's comprehension.

"Okay. I have to say, you really are what you call a qualified liar."

I'm so sorry that it took you so long to remember my face. It's really heartbreaking. I think that, apart from me, all the faces of everyone else you've deceived are blurred into a mosaic in your memory.

You took advantage of us, abandoned our kindness, and took away our wealth.

You can say it's our stupidity, not your fault. But that doesn't matter. Now it's my turn for revenge. Remember, you're caught now, and you're at my mercy.

Vera showed a satisfied expression; she had finally caught the swindler, and for now, he was at her mercy.

"This isn't fair! I was just about to close a big deal!"

Phoebe showed no remorse whatsoever. She felt absolutely no shame for lying; she only blamed herself for not being careful enough, which allowed her to get caught.

She had been dreaming that once she completed this deal, she wouldn't have to work so hard anymore. She could even retire from the business, because the value of the Sword of Heroes far exceeded what most people imagined.

Once she finishes this job, the money she earns will be enough to support her for the rest of her life.

In order to make a move as soon as possible, she quickened her pace and arrived here last night.

She didn't rest at all last night, contacting her network of intelligence on stolen goods and identifying several willing buyers. She came out today to meet with these buyers and negotiate prices in person; the highest bidder wins.

Phoebe isn't afraid of being double-crossed; her gang of thieves can still provide basic protection in this regard.

Moreover, the wealth from selling the Sword of Heroes would ensure her a comfortable life from now on, and for wealthy people, it would be no different from spending money to bid on a piece of art they liked.

These guys live a life of extravagance and have more money than many people could spend in several lifetimes.

"Heaven is unjust? How dare you say such a thing? Shouldn't I be the one who was deceived?"

Phoebe's shamelessness made Violet laugh in exasperation.

She never imagined that someone could so blatantly trample on the kindness of others and show no remorse.

When she was caught, she only regretted her lack of caution, rather than panicking and wanting to apologize to Violet and beg for forgiveness from the deceived.

“I almost considered you a friend back then, but you turned around and hurt me. You trampled on my dignity without any regard for my feelings.”

"Yes, that's right. But so what? I just let you touch my ears and tail, showing my goodwill."

"Besides, it was you, Miss, who was staring at my ears and tails with such lustful eyes that I had this brilliant idea. You should be glad; I wouldn't let someone touch my ears and tails every time I try to scam someone."

Phoebe was clearly unable to move, but she was still arguing.