Chapter 93: The Saintess Nenasha (15)

It is widely known that in this world, there are two techniques most difficult to defend against.

One is the Slow-Fast Blade; the other is the Zero-Frame Initiation.

The Archbishop’s words just now were textbook-level Slow-Fast Blade.

He piled up a mountain of irrelevant details, then suddenly launched his ultimate move with Zero-Frame Initiation.

Impossible to block. Absolutely impossible.

I really slipped up this time.

Because Herbert never saw it coming!

When Nenasha first introduced her name, she swore it would never draw attention, causing Herbert to unconsciously ignore the possibility that others might know it too.

So when the Archbishop spoke, Herbert, utterly unprepared, was genuinely startled—his expression changed in spectacular fashion.

???

“The Saintess… Nenasha?!”

Saintess?

Are you Joan of Arc? Black Joan? White Joan?

Herbert narrowed his eyes, gazing at the featureless statue, feeling his heart pound uncontrollably in that moment.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It felt like suddenly meeting an online acquaintance in person.

Time to open the box!

Kawaii Kami-san, is that you?

Is this your real face after turning off the beauty filter?

Your complexion is terrible—stiff as stone, pitted and bumpy, rough and uneven, not smooth at all.

So this thing must have another name—Kawaii Kami’s Statue!

“...Hss.”

Even though Herbert had tried hard to distract himself with wild thoughts, he could not suppress the shock in his heart.

No.

Is this really happening so suddenly...? Nobody told me I’d be jumping straight into the final boss fight!

Yet just as Herbert felt doom approaching, the Archbishop calmly soothed him: “Don’t worry. This is normal.”

The Archbishop saw nothing wrong with Herbert’s panic—in fact, it matched his expectations perfectly.

“You’re still too weak. Merely gazing upon Him affects you—but it’s fine. As long as I’m here, you won’t lose control.”

“I won’t let Him harm anyone.”

The Archbishop’s voice was gentle and kind; he remained utterly serene, radiating no threat whatsoever—like a benevolent old man.

Yet no mere benevolent old man could suppress those savage Monster Girls.

Herbert took a deep breath, forcing his outward panic to subside, his mind tightening further as he whispered: “You just said ‘Saintess’? Why have I never heard of such a Saintess?”

Out of caution (professional habit) and to reasonably avoid risk (exploiting loopholes), Herbert had spent the first three nights after awakening his memories reading every scripture he could get his hands on.

He had memorized every rule, every historical account.

Yet even after scouring every one of these texts, he found no trace of the name “Nenasha.”

Not a single one!

He had even skimmed scriptures from other divine sects—and still, no memory of “Saintess Nenasha.”

Wait.

Herbert narrowed his eyes. He thought of another explanation.

Aside from the possibility that Nenasha never existed, there remained one other: someone deliberately erased her name from history.

And as soon as he thought of this, the Archbishop began his tale.

“Of all the ancient deities in this world, few still remember her.”

“Even those who do likely recall only her current honored title.”

The Archbishop waved his hand gently; before him appeared a thick, ancient scripture, its pages flipping open on their own with a rustling sound.

He squinted at the ever-changing, intricate script, speaking in a tone as tender as an old man telling stories by the hearth to a child:

“Long ago, when the last glow of the Dragon Age faded, when faith in the gods had not yet risen to dominate the heavens, when the Ancient Gods began to awaken… a mortal arose.”

“No one knew her origin or where she came from. She appeared as if from nowhere. All knew only that she was a beautiful woman of immense power and boundless compassion.”

“That mortal called herself 【Nenasha】.”

“She was powerful—fighting evil, saving the weak, destroying chaos, upholding order. She never failed. She never was wounded. She granted them all release.”

“She was loving. All beings—regardless of race, gender, age, strength—she treated as children in need of salvation, offering them redemption.”

“The gods saw her as a threat—a fellow traveler seeking to ignite divine fire through faith, a potential rival.”

“The weak saw her as hope, longing to be saved by her.”

“All, strong or weak, good or evil, acknowledged her power and called her 【The Saintess】.”

As Herbert listened to the Archbishop’s tale, his heart gradually calmed with the man’s soothing voice.

He felt vivid, epic scenes unfolding before his eyes—truly seeing the events of that long-ago time.

No, this was no illusion—he truly saw them!

When Herbert closed his eyes, he saw those clear images.

In every scene, there stood a woman whose face was indistinct, yet whose beauty and power radiated unmistakably.

She healed wounded Monster Girls, battled colossal beasts barehanded, faced entire armies alone, distributed wealth to the destitute…

Her posture and deeds were truly worthy of the title Saintess.

“As the Saintess saved more and more lives, some began to follow her—humans and non-humans alike, living in harmony, all wishing to aid her and end this chaotic age.”

“They hoped she would ignite divine fire, raise her throne to the heavens, and become the most powerful god—but Nenasha refused every request.”

“She had no desire to become a god. She refused to rise above all living things.”

Hearing this, Herbert’s doubts began to grow.

Could this Saintess Nenasha truly be connected to the Kawaii Kami Nenasha he knew?

Probably just the same name.

Yes.

Absolutely just a coincidence!

The Nenasha I know could never be this great…

“Then… she was betrayed.”

“One of her followers abandoned their original ideals, seeking power by becoming the apostle of an ancient god—and slaughtered their own innocent companions.”

Herbert’s eyes snapped open. He asked without thinking: “Did the traitors kill her?”

“No.”

The Archbishop shook his head, replying in the same calm tone as before:

“She killed every traitor.”

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