The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

Am I destined to oppose heretical movements in this life?

Hilia ranted wildly in her heart.

But she also understood why.

Because there were too many big movements by the heretics recently.

First, the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association summoned a Sea Successor whale in Huijin City, then the Polar Blood Alliance caused chaos at the Mage League.

For these two events, the former was resolved before causing harm,

but the latter indeed led to significant losses, even resulting in the complete wipeout of an entire town.

These two matters directly awakened the sense of crisis in the great empires.

They even put aside prejudices and friction to cooperate diplomatically and jointly combat heretical movements.

In a way, the heretical movements promoted peace among the great empires.

Though they claimed joint action, in reality, apart from the small duchies, the big empires handled it themselves. Even when encountering heretical problems, they wouldn’t bring it up diplomatically.

After all, allowing foreign troops on your soil could easily lead to trouble.

The small duchies didn’t mind, they could be bullied by anyone.

But what’s going on with the Blue Dragon Empire?

Hilia was curious but quickly set it aside.

It’s none of my business.

I’m here to find Shaline and also buy some materials while I’m at it.

The heretical stuff, the mighty Blue Dragon Empire will handle it, it has nothing to do with me!

Although Dragon Language Magic of the Blue Dragon Empire is only passed on to a few people, one can assume that an empire capable of dominating the Mage League wouldn’t be lacking.

So Hilia had little interest in the so-called death threats.

She was merely passing through Fanar City.

As she slowly followed the convoy into the city, she overheard others discussing it.

"I wonder which sect this heretical movement belongs to, to make the City Lord take it so seriously."

"Who knows if it’s real or not, the death threat has been around for over half a month and nothing has happened."

"I suspect it’s someone playing a prank, there’s no heretical death threat at all."

"In any case, it’s none of our business. If something really happens, we’ll just run."

"..."

Hilia listened for a moment, unable to figure out what exactly the death threat meant.

The person who seemed to know some inside information kept glancing over mysteriously.

Hilia pretended not to see.

Whether there’s inside information or not, what does it have to do with me?

Before long, it was Hilia’s turn in line.

She handed her Mercenary Guild badge to the guard, the guard looked at the badge and scrutinized Hilia, frowning slightly.

Hilia was disguised as a girl with ordinary looks, not particularly striking, but her aura wasn’t something an ordinary girl could have.

However, the guard wasn’t frowning because of her aura.

Hilia asked, puzzled: "Is something wrong?"

The guard coldly replied, "There’s a problem with your identity."

Hilia was taken aback.

Could these two be disguised big shots? To actually see through my disguise.

But that can’t be right, they seem to be just ordinary people...

At this moment, Rose’s voice came: "Ha, they just want money, there’s no problem."

Hilia realized suddenly.

She smiled, took back her mercenary badge, and apologized, "Sorry, I forgot to present my proof."

Saying this, she used Ice Element magic power to stick a coin to the mercenary badge and handed it over again.

The guard felt the anomaly beneath the badge, recognizing the shape and size, and smiled: "I must have been mistaken, there’s absolutely no problem with your identity, please enter the city."

The size, texture, and weight between Gold Coins, Silver Coins, and Copper Coins are different. People who handle them often can tell them apart.

The guard hadn’t handled Gold Coins often, but he remembered the feel of it.

A person who gives Gold Coins must have a high status!

The guard discreetly took back the Gold Coin, returned the badge to Hilia, and his expression became somewhat respectful.

Hilia thanked him and entered Fanar City.

"Sigh, it’s the same everywhere."

The girl sighed.

She felt a bit heartbroken.

Initially, she planned to use Silver Coins, but who knew when she took it out, it was a Gold Coin. It wasn’t until the guard took it that she realized it was gold.

By then, it was too late.

"Having too many Gold Coins isn’t good either, always taking out the wrong one."

Rose chuckled: "Then exchange all your Gold Coins for Silver Coins, and put them in the ring."

"Silver Coins don’t look as nice." Hilia immediately replied.

Rose gave her a playful glare.

Hilia looked at the surrounding buildings; the architecture of the Blue Dragon Empire was completely different from Ista, subtly revealing ruggedness and audacity.

Rumor has it that their citizens have abandoned the faith in Gods, turning to worship the Dragon Race; hence, their lives have gradually aligned with the legendary Dragons, making their architectural styles imposing.

Hilia casually glanced around and then found an inn to stay at.

When paying, the inn’s receptionist said: "Don’t leave the inn at night for the next couple of days."

Hilia asked: "Why?"

"Because of the death threats." The receptionist didn’t say much, ending there.

"Alright then."

Hilia didn’t mind, went to her room, organized her belongings, called for dinner to be sent up by the inn, and began planning her itinerary.

"Tomorrow I’ll visit the Mage Guild and Mercenary Guild to see if they have any materials I want, then continue my journey at noon..."

Hilia thought.

While waiting, she took out a blank scroll and began drawing.

Before long, the inn’s attendant delivered her dinner.

Dinner was simple, a piece of bread and a sandwich, along with a plate of roast beast meat, supposedly from a certain bovine magical beast unique to the Blue Dragon Empire.

Hilia put down her pen, looked at the dinner, and just as she was about to eat, Rose’s voice suddenly came: "Don’t eat that meat."

Hilia paused: "Huh?"

"There’s poison in the meat."

The girl’s eyes blinked, "Poi-Poison?"

What’s going on?

I just arrived in Fanar City, didn’t I?

And I’m in disguise.

Who poisoned me?

Soon, Hilia immediately thought of the ’death threats’ everyone was discussing.

Could it be...

The girl looked distressed.

She asked, "Lord Rose, what is the poison in this?"

Rose pondered for a moment, then said: "It’s a kind of emotion-enhancing poison."

"Emotion-enhancing? Poison?"

Hilia’s knowledge of pharmaceutics was solely from textbooks; off the pages, she knew nothing.

The textbooks only listed common potions and the principles and methods of making them, but she didn’t remember anything about emotion-enhancing... poison?

Rose said: "If the dosage is reduced to one percent of what it is now, it’s a potion for stabilizing emotions, not quite a poison. But when the dose is increased a hundredfold, it becomes a poison that can manipulate human emotions. The poisoned person will have amplified emotions, becoming extremely sensitive."

"Sensitive..."

"Yes, like becoming irritable, you might feel slighted by the inn attendant’s simple ’hello’, then go on to kill him, believing your actions are justified."

"How is that even possible!"

"Nothing is impossible."

"Alright then... Is this what people are referring to as the death threat?"

Hilia fell into thought.