The Drunk Priest

“Your Highness.”

Crispin looked worriedly at the girl sitting at her desk, staring blankly, and called softly.

‘Your Highness, ever since waking up this morning, her state hasn’t been right. Not only did I find her entire nightgown soaked with sweat when I helped her get up, but Her Highness didn’t even have the appetite for breakfast today.’

‘All morning, Her Highness has just been sitting at her desk, propping her face in her hand, looking out the window, and I don’t know what she’s thinking.’

Seeing this state, Crispin, as a maidservant, couldn’t help but worry.

“Perhaps it would be better to go find Her Highness the Grand Princess, Your Highness. This state is truly too worrying…”

“I’m fine. Oh, right, Crispin, could you get me a vegetable salad? I had some nightmares last night, and I want to be alone.”

Just as Crispin was thinking this, Selina, as if sensing her thoughts, turned and instructed her. Hearing that Her Highness was finally willing to eat, Crispin’s mood immediately brightened. She nodded excitedly, then tidied up and left.

Watching Crispin’s retreating back and the closing door, Selina sighed inwardly. Ever since that dream, she seemed to have gained an incredible ability…

The girl looked at her palm, recalling the words she had just heard in Crispin’s mind.

‘How could I let Crispin go find Big Sister? If she really went, Big Sister would immediately send someone, no, she would personally come and take me back, worried sick.’

‘Did I gain the ability to read minds? No, it should have some limitations.’ Selina looked at the people coming and going outside the window, tried to concentrate, and read their minds, but it was empty.

No results.

If that’s the case, then it means I can only read the minds of people I’m familiar with…

‘No, something feels familiar about this ability, as if…’

A subtle prickling pain passed through her head. The unfamiliar name Lamia suddenly appeared in her brain. She had never seen such a person or heard this name before, yet this part of her unfamiliar memory felt as if it had been forcefully inserted into her mind.

“Sorry, did my recovery state affect you?”

Hestia’s voice bloomed in her divine sea.

“I’m not sure, perhaps it’s my own problem…”

Selina rubbed her head, a little surprised by Hestia’s sudden appearance.

“Are you, have you recovered?”

In these short one or two weeks, because Hestia had previously devoured the Demon God’s Divine Source, her damaged body had made considerable recovery. However, deities needed to enter slumber to fully restore their strength.

Fortunately, Hestia herself was an old-brand deity, so the time required for recovery wasn’t too long. She had completely awakened today.

“Mhm, much better now. The damaged Divine Source has recovered a lot, and some abilities I couldn’t use before can now be attempted. Oh, right, have you felt any unusual phenomena in your body?”

As if to prove the truthfulness of her words, Hestia’s voice was much clearer than before. It felt as if an unreal person in a memory had suddenly drawn closer to you.

“Do dreams count? And it seems I suddenly gained the ability to read minds…”

Saying this, Selina recounted all the dream scenes from last night and some of the unusual phenomena from this morning.

“…It’s normal that you can suddenly read minds. That’s because my strength has recovered. As my only believer and also Saintess, our connection is the closest. At the same time, some of my abilities will also be fed back to you, and reading minds is one of them.”

“Eh? Is it that powerful?”

Selina’s heart immediately filled with joy upon confirmation.

With this ability, wouldn’t the risk of approaching Big Sister be greatly reduced? She could easily understand Big Sister’s forgiving heart.

As long as she spoke according to Big Sister’s mood, why did she have to cry out “Big Sister” sweetly in her mind? Couldn’t she just say “Sister”? Damn it! Themis really did put something in this body; old schemer, I will never forgive you!

“However, there are also limitations. You can only get their true inner thoughts when the other person doesn’t know you can read their mind. Furthermore, in your current state, your ability usage is very crude, and there’s a high probability of it failing periodically.”

Hestia poured a bucket of cold water on the agitated Selina.

“As expected, it’s still like this…”

“As for that memory, it should be some intersection that occurred when my divine soul collided with your soul during my recovery.”

“And those scenes you saw, what I can tell you is, they are all real. Some came from my believers, some from my perspective, but no matter what, the outcome of that war was exactly as you saw it.”

In Selina’s memory, Hestia’s voice had always been as peaceful and gentle as a mother’s, but this time, she could clearly hear the heavy and emotionally fluctuating traces in her voice.

‘Indeed, facing betrayal from the most trusted person, even a deity finds it hard to let go.’

After a long silence, Selina took a few deep breaths, then spoke as if having made a decision.

“Hestia, don’t worry, I will avenge you. Perhaps I may struggle to affect the Demon God, but as long as she hasn’t transcended the mortal realm, I’m confident I can make her pay the price she deserves!”

…

Silence was the Cambridge of this evening.

Clearly, Selina didn’t get the response she expected, making her, who had just delivered an impassioned speech, a little awkward.

“No, buddy, say something…”

The girl whispered to herself in her mind, her face red.

“Hehe, I’m sorry. Hearing your words, I was a little stunned for a moment.”

Hestia’s light laughter echoed in her mind. When the laughter rang out, the girl felt as if her spirit had quieted. Hearing such pleasant laughter, she felt her recent promise was well worth it.

“It’s truly moving. Your words remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

“Your Master, Father Morison.”

“What? My Master was a priest in the Reincarnation Cult before?”

The moment she heard her Master’s name, Selina’s first reaction was not sadness, but immense, face-filling shock.

“What the hell? My Master, that old drunkard, was actually a priest when he was young? No way, no way, with his character? An old drunkard who just drinks all day and gets violent when drunk, if he were a priest, wouldn’t he just be drinking and messing things up every day?”

“Don’t underestimate your Master. Back then, in the Reincarnation Cult, he was the strongest combat force in the entire church, second only to the Cardinal. Outsiders at the time respectfully called him Father of Atonement.”

Hestia continuously recalled the past, her voice also becoming much lighter.

“Father of Atonement? Does that mean smashing people’s heads and giving them the feeling of having their sins slightly absolved before they die?”

Selina recalled the old drunkard who became violently abnormal after drinking and whom no one could do anything about, and complained.

However, complaints aside, she had never doubted the old man’s strength.

After all, she had personally witnessed that white-haired old man, dragging his frail, aged body, cleave the seemingly insurmountable Heavenly Wolf Snow Mountain, which was so tall in the eyes of the world, with just one strike of his saber.

The silver saber mark stretched for dozens of miles, literally melting the centuries-old ice and snow and permafrost accumulated on that snow mountain.

That old man was terrifyingly strong!