The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

Chapter 327: Chapter 325: Rose Is Escorting Miss Saintess

After receiving the gifts from the girls, the door to the room was knocked on.

With Benovia’s gentle "Come in," the restaurant’s attendants brought in tray after tray of dishes, some of which Hilia could name—caviar, slices of salmon—and many others whose names she didn’t know, seemingly specialties from the Northern Alliance.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicacies, Hilia couldn’t help but ask, "Benovia, all these dishes and the preparations... how much did it cost? Let me pay you back."

Benovia smiled slightly, "This birthday banquet is something the four of us put together for you. It wasn’t expensive; you don’t need to worry about it."

Hilia felt that Benovia’s "not expensive" might not be the same as her own, just like how Doris could casually mention a High-Level Dream-Spider Robe that cost several hundred gold coins.

If it were Hilia, she’d never be willing to buy it.

The mysterious threads she’d obtained inside Jonathan’s ancient ruins were still unused, because she couldn’t afford a mage’s robe strong enough to carry them.

Perhaps Doris noticed this, which was why she especially gifted her this robe.

Hilia’s impression of Doris had greatly improved.

She hadn’t expected Doris to be so thoughtful.

Speaking of which...

The materials for her Magic Puppet also came in large part from Doris...

With these thoughts, Hilia took a sip of juice and looked at everyone. "Thank you, everyone. I’m really happy! From now on, let’s work twice as hard to win the championship!"

Doris: "A trivial championship, it’s already in the bag!"

Benovia: "Then we need to get back to our regular training."

Encore: "Sure, let’s start tomorrow. I’ll let you all try my new support potion that I’ve developed lately."

Phil: "No objections from me."

"I..."

BOOM——!!!

Just as Hilia was about to say something, a sudden, violent explosion rang out, causing the entire building to shake fiercely.

The girls leapt up and hurried to the window, opening it to see a blazing light in the distance, a gigantic mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

"That direction... looks like it’s the slums?"

Benovia glanced over. "Not quite the slums. It’s on the edge—probably the explosion of a business building there."

Doris shot a look, curled her lip. "Just an explosion, probably some association experimenting with a volatile drug and causing an accident."

"Or it could be a Sect attack."

"Bet it’s pretty chaotic over there right now."

"I wonder if there were any casualties..."

"Nothing to do with us. We can’t meddle in everything right now—let’s just keep enjoying our banquet!"

"You’re right."

The curtains were drawn, and the girls returned to the table.

This birthday dinner the Saintesses had prepared for Hilia was filled with joy—the sudden explosion aside, Hilia thoroughly enjoyed herself.

But...

For some reason, she still felt like something was missing.

Time crept towards nine o’clock. The girls, full and satisfied, returned to the inn.

According to Rose’s training plan, she had to begin meditation at nine.

So after coming back, she said her goodnights to Benovia and the others, then lay on her bed, entering a meditative state.

"Now that I think about it, Lord Rose seemed to be absent during dinner..."

"I had to take care of a bit of trouble."

Rose’s figure appeared in Hilia’s Spiritual Space.

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" Hilia asked.

Rose chuckled, "Right after you all went into the inn for dinner, some unruly heretics started making moves, planning to blow up your inn and bury you underground."

Hilia’s eyes widened. "What? Are you serious? Was it the Polar Blood Alliance?"

"No, it was the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association."

"The Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association? They came all the way to the Northern Alliance?"

"Yes. You’ve disrupted their plans and destroyed their operations several times. They loathe the Holy Court—and your faces are probably circulating in their ranks by now. Tonight was the perfect opportunity for them."

As Rose spoke, he showed Hilia the scene of him switching and sabotaging the destructive Magical Bomb.

Hilia quickly understood why the explosion had happened during their dinner.

"So... Lord Rose, you weren’t at dinner because you were thwarting the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association’s heretics? And then you blew up their base..."

"Pretty much. At least it let you enjoy your meal in peace—you can’t have an accident every time you step out, right?"

Hilia was touched, but when she heard Rose say "every time you step out, something happens," she quickly retorted, "Nonsense! This time, it was the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association plotting things. They specifically infiltrated near our inn and only went to the restaurant after seeing Benovia make the reservation."

Rose nodded with a smile. "Right."

The girl fumed.

But she couldn’t find any other way to argue.

After all, Rose’s "right" was agreeing with her.

But this kind of agreement was so maddening!

So Hilia chose, almost out of spite, to start a special meditation.

Namely, to resonate with Rose’s Spiritual Power.

The resonance process went much better than with a Divine Fragment. Both sides’ Spiritual Power quickly achieved harmony.

After that, Hilia continued her meditation to absorb Magic Power.

But somehow, she found herself growing sleepier and sleepier in both body and mind.

"Did I eat too much just now? Why am I so tired, both physically and mentally... yawn..."

With those confused thoughts, Hilia drifted into slumber.

Rose watched Hilia’s Spiritual Power gradually stabilize as she slipped into a deep sleep, and he smiled softly.

"Rather than a physical gift, let me give her a marvelous dream adventure."

As God’s contractee, Rose had set up a contract to help Hilia become a God. Under this contract, anything he gave couldn’t count as a gift—or at least, that’s how Rose saw it.

Besides, giving her something beyond Hilia’s current level wouldn’t help—gifting divine objects was out of the question.

Rose also wasn’t going to do what Ethel first suggested, like weaving a wreath of willow branches for her. That was far too casual.

Thinking it over, it was Ethel’s last comment that gave him inspiration.

The Domain of a God isn’t somewhere ordinary people can step into—trouble might happen.

But lasting memories, now, that’s worth giving.

If he let Hilia enter his "God’s Domain" in a dream, experience an unforgettable journey, that would be a beautiful gift indeed.

He’d been preparing this dream-gift for Hilia since morning, and even her training was part of getting ready—he just hadn’t told her.

He had woven a wonderful dream for Hilia. Now was the time to dream it.

Maintaining resonance with Hilia’s Spiritual Power, Rose let his consciousness sink into the dream world he’d crafted for her.

"Let me show you the wonders of the Dream World."