A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"If you cooperate a little more, I'll give you a quick death and make sure you don't feel any pain as you walk."

"Then I must refuse, because... I am equally interested in you becoming a corpse."

As the fat minister spoke, a ruthless glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. Under his sleeve was a crossbow with green tips on the arrows, clearly coated with a deadly poison.

Saint Karina was also prepared and was not afraid of the poisoned arrows that suddenly flew towards her. She drew a very common standard longsword and deflected the arrowheads with a "ding".

She did not use the Holy Sword directly because the Holy Maiden's Holy Sword was too recognizable, and many people in the capital had seen it. Using the Holy Sword would be tantamount to revealing her identity.

However, before Saint Karina could make her next move, a sudden chill ran down her spine.

Having faced death many times, Saint Karina knew it was killing intent. With her rich combat experience, she immediately blocked with her longsword behind her, her body being pushed in the opposite direction by inertia, taking several steps back.

"Demon General..."

Seeing the other person emerge from the shadows, and noticing the sharp horn on their head, Saint Karina instantly guessed their identity.

The Oni race is generally characterized by a long, single horn located slightly above the center of their forehead, or by two more powerful Oni with horns growing from the top of their heads.

This demon general has a build similar to a human male, but his muscles are very strong, and he is over 1.8 meters tall.

Normal demons are generally over two meters tall, which is why this male demon general's physique is said to be more human-like.

Sixth rank... actually stronger than Melissa. For ordinary people, the gap between sixth rank and fifth rank is insurmountable.

Although the demon general was unaware of Saint Karina's true strength, he was still surprised that Saint Karina had managed to catch his sneak attack.

The world of Western fantasy is not a world of cultivation. You won't be able to determine someone's cultivation level (Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, etc.) simply by scanning with your divine sense. Nor will you see a system panel like in a game world, where using a detection skill will display the other party's level, race, class, and other general information.

When dealing with an unfamiliar enemy, vigilance and probing are the most basic requirements.

However, Saint Karina rotated her slightly numb wrist, showing that she hadn't had an easy time catching the sneak attack. The sword was just an ordinary longsword; aside from its sturdiness, it had no special features and offered no advantage to the wielder.

"Human, you've got some skills after all."

The rough voice of the demon male was like sandpaper. He put away his contempt and gave a word of praise.

"However, that's far from enough. If you lay down your weapons and surrender now, and serve me, I'll give you a quick death. In fact, if you serve me well, I might even let you go."

"What did you say! She was going to kill me, and you're going to let her go!"

Upon hearing that Saint Karina might escape punishment, the fat minister immediately began to shout in a loud, shrill voice.

As for the punishment of the Evil Spear, the fat pig minister himself often enjoyed it, and he did not consider it a punishment at all, but rather a reward.

The fat pig minister was more than happy to serve the noble demon general.

He had a penchant for homosexuality, and conversely, Saint Karina held no attraction for him; he still wanted to kill her.

What is omitted is a series of the most vicious, the fat pig minister's mental rants, and all the insults he could find.

"Shut up! You fat pig, it's none of your business to meddle in my affairs!"

The Demon General didn't care about the feelings of the Fat Pig Minister. He had no interest in the pig. If it weren't for the fact that his transformation magic required the use of the Evil Spear, he wouldn't want to touch such a disgusting mountain of flesh at all.

That big, protruding belly, the demon general would always kick away with utter disgust after he finished.

Saint Karina watched the two arguing with a gloomy expression. This fat pig demon general seemed to have foreseen the ending and had already begun arguing about the distribution of spoils after the battle.

“God said, ‘The things I do are righteous, my sword is a sword of justice, and wherever my sword is pointed, it is to eliminate the wicked and evil rats.’”

Divine speech is a type of magic favored by priests who believe in deities.

Without using the Holy Sword, Saint Karina enhanced the ordinary longsword with her Word of Power.

Depending on the level of faith and the degree of favor bestowed upon the believer, the effects of each priest's use of divine words will vary.

Killing someone of a higher rank is an insurmountable chasm for most people, but for Saint Karina it was as easy as eating and drinking. She had just killed a mere sixth-rank demon general.

Saint Karina immediately closed in on the demon general. Her swordsmanship was superb, and there was almost no opening to exploit in her attack route. She leaned forward, assuming the most aggressive offensive stance in priestly swordsmanship.

Seeing this, the demon general couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Women are women after all; they dare to be so impetuous in front of opponents stronger than themselves.

He could sense from their brief exchange that Saint Karina's strength was far inferior to his. He couldn't help but grip his sword tightly, waiting for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow; he could almost see Saint Karina reveal an opening on her flank.

113. Unexpected Visitors

Indeed, he thought he had seized the opportunity to win, and so he grinned maliciously.

"Snap, crack—"

That's the sound of a watermelon being split open.

The demon general's body was cleaved from head to toe by Saint Karina's longsword.

The sneer hadn't faded when his expression froze, solidifying on his face. He had lost his life, and his prized, evil spear was now crippled.

Dark red demon blood, along with some viscous fragments of internal organs, dripped onto the fat pig minister's face. He was also caught off guard and shocked by the unexpected turn of events.

"Tell me, you can choose how you want to die now."

A long sword was held against the fat minister's neck; the seemingly ordinary sword was both cold and sharp.

Saint Karina emerged from the hellish backdrop of a killing god, speaking as if she were addressing a dead man.

"You...do you know who I am? How dare you kill me?!"

Having lost his greatest backer, the fat pig minister let out a series of pig-like "ooh ooh ooh" sounds as he looked at the woman who had killed the demon general so easily.

He transformed into the form Saint Karina knew best, the one from their first meeting at the palace with the fat minister.

His fat jiggled because he was afraid of death, creating a visually striking effect that was more impactful than ocean waves.

"Do you think I wouldn't know your identity by now, Minister of Finance?"

Saint Karina chuckled and directly stated the other party's official title.

"Any other last words?"

Like bestowing a final act of mercy, Saint Karina didn't care about wasting a little more time.

"No...no, no! You can't kill me! I am a high-ranking official of the Lorian Empire, an official valued by His Majesty the Emperor, and I am also a nobleman!"

"Is this your last words? I received them. Well then, you can die now. And... an assassin killed His Majesty's most important minister? No, no, history books will only write... a chivalrous person saw injustice and drew their sword to help, killing a corrupt official who threatened national security. Everyone's happy, everyone's happy..."

Saint Karina's lips curled into a final smile, which, combined with her mask, conveyed a chilling murderous intent.

She also beheaded the fat minister and left the mansion with the window closed.

This will surely make the headlines tomorrow.

Besides the servants who farmed, the estate also had a factory that produced watercraft powered by internal combustion engines and precision machinery.

Jet skis are slightly smaller than boats, have metal shells, and look retro, but they are very fast.

Internal combustion engine and diesel-powered jet skis leave slow-moving boats behind. It's not that the boats can't go full speed, but there's no need. It would not only cause passengers to rock violently, but also make them seasick.

As long as there is a dock for mooring watercraft, and as long as it is locked with magic and can only be activated with special magic runes, it cannot be stolen by others.

"13:21, there's still time."

Saint Karina has classes in the afternoon. She is now a saintess of the Church of Order, a position arranged for her by His Holiness the Pope. In order to appear more like a normal and proper saintess, she also has to teach classes part-time.

Fortunately, there is no need to attend classes every day. These are weekly classes for ordinary female priests, where they impart knowledge, instruct, and answer questions.

As long as you step into the classroom at 13:59:59, you are not considered late. Even if you step in at exactly 2 PM, it doesn't count.

St. Karina was a little tired from dealing with two goals, but she still cheered herself up and prepared for the next lesson.

This was her first class. Although she knew a lot about the religion, the Eternal God Cult's curriculum was very different from other religions. It focused more on teaching by example and through finger techniques and vocal exercises.

As she stepped into the designated teaching building of the sanctuary, Saint Karina felt a sense of reassurance.

There were quite a few junior priests who came to class that day. They were all exceptionally qualified to attend the lectures of their seniors, and some of them were even students in Saint Karina's classes.

They had a very good impression of Saint Karina, who maintained her persona of being gentle, kind, patient, and responsible in the sanctuary.

Even when she encounters women with bad tempers who come looking for trouble, she handles them in a way that avoids causing problems.

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty." x5

"good afternoon."

After greeting the students, she grabbed her textbooks, quickened her pace, and easily found the teacher-only elevator to the sixth floor, where she entered the central practical training classroom.

It was less like a classroom and more like a machine workshop. There were a dozen or so workbenches, and on both sides were metal shelves and storage cabinets for spare parts and various materials.

This is a space with a brass hue and the smell of machine oil; it's a paradise for mechanical enthusiasts.

Today's theme is teamwork, which is an essential activity. Each group has a limited time to assemble a simple machine, with no restrictions on type or purpose. The group with the best work at the end of the time will get the highest score and will receive a luxurious buffet dinner as a reward from Saint Karina.

The restaurants in the waterfront area are divided into self-service and non-self-service sections. The income level of the minor priests is rather delicate, so they cannot just treat a few people to a casual meal as they please.

If it's a buffet restaurant, it seems particularly cost-effective compared to expensive restaurants.

To motivate these seemingly unenthusiastic students to love learning, she was willing to spend some gold coins. After all, she wasn't short of money…

If a student loses motivation to study because they are assigned to Class E, which is considered a low-achieving class, resulting in poor academic performance and too many students failing at the end of the semester, she will definitely be the first to be held accountable.

Of course, given her status as a saint and the fact that Her Holiness the Pope is behind her, this questioning is certainly harmless to Saint Karina.

"Everyone, today's topic is teamwork, which I mentioned in the last lesson."

Saint Karina wrote the word on the blackboard.

"Please find your group members within five minutes of the start of class. Each group should have 3-5 members. You have two hours. The reward was mentioned in the last class."

Then, several buffet admission tickets appeared on the blackboard, held down by a magnet. These items cost three gold, twenty silver, and seven copper coins, a considerable expense for the junior priest.

If she is a regular intern teacher, whether she can be promoted to a permanent position next semester depends on how well the students in her class perform at the end of the semester. If too many students are not up to standard, she will have to pack her bags and look for other jobs elsewhere.

That's how cruel the workplace can be.

However, this wasn't the case for Saint Karina, who was considered to have exceptionally strong connections.

With minutes left before class, an unexpected figure appeared at the door.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Saintess."

Philomena, who had always disliked the course, transformed from a monitor into a minor priestess arranged by His Holiness the Pope, and entered the classroom as a student, stepping on the preparatory bell.

"Good afternoon, Philomena. You are 31 seconds away from being late. I hope you can come earlier next time. Otherwise, I will have to deduct your attendance points. I hope you can come to class a little earlier next time."

As soon as Santa Karina finished speaking, the official bell for class rang. The students had already changed into work clothes for assembling machinery, put on goggles, gloves, and sleeves, and sorted out the materials needed for the practical course, waiting for the signal to begin.

This is a different kind of classroom test, except that it tests hands-on skills. It is similar to the experimental classes for alchemy and potion-making students. Each class is counted in the final grade according to a certain ratio, and it is half of the final exam score.

When they were divided into groups, Philomena was clearly isolated.

No one was in a group with her. Although the grouping rules allowed everyone to find their own group, she was the only one without any companions standing beside her, appearing all alone.

Other students treated her with either awe, indifference, or distance.

Sure enough, every school has a particularly unruly problem student, commonly referred to as a "troublemaker." Generally speaking, troublemakers are mostly students who want to stand out from the crowd and differentiate themselves from other obedient students.

114. Threats are not scary.

Philomena had just come of age, and although she wasn't much older than these students, her life experience from being by His Holiness the Pope's side far surpassed theirs.

The group task course does not stipulate that people cannot form groups. The priests' teachers are different from ordinary school teachers. They do not need to do everything like nannies. As long as the junior priests' behavior does not violate the teaching syllabus and school rules, she does not need to say a word of reprimand.

"Everyone, let's begin today's practical lesson. Please use the tools and parts at your disposal to assemble the finished product within two hours. There are no restrictions on the form; feel free to be creative. I will only focus on whether the finished product can function properly."

On the podium was a large hourglass used for timing. Saint Karina set the time to two hours, and any excess sand would be stored by a mechanical device, leaving only enough for two hours.

Two hours is neither a long nor a short time. St. Karina sat on the podium feeling bored, so she walked around the classroom as usual to prevent the students from getting distracted and to give them some helpful tips when they got stuck on a particular topic.

The two teachers who gave up teaching were either too strict or too lax. Being too lenient or too strict will make people uncomfortable. A moderate balance, allowing students to relax and adapt during the teaching process, will create a relatively balanced and comfortable experience for them.

Today is just another ordinary day. As long as we get through this, we'll have a long weekend holiday coming up.

In addition, the Lorian Empire has a national day holiday, so you can get a total of half a month of rest.

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice the young priest passing by with an open bottle of engine oil. The two bumped into each other, and the cold oil spilled onto her back, seeping through the saint's white robes.

Not only the white robe, but the engine oil seeped into the inner armor, even affecting the alluring bra underneath. The engine oil wasn't as pure in color as cooking oil; it was a golden color with a hint of black, and had a strong odor.

These clothes are no longer wearable.

The junior priest also couldn't escape the tragedy of being soaked in engine oil, and both of them carried the smell of industry.

"Your Holiness, I'm so sorry, I just accidentally... my hand was shaking. I'll replace the clothes for you, don't worry."

The young priest's eyes were quite sincere.