Chapter 141 – Snow’s Hope

Lombard Kingdom

Sheryl City

These couple of days, the believers have been very downcast, it was because their respected and loved Bishop Jasmine has fallen ill.

Bishop Jasmine was in her early thirties, was kind, a hard worker, rarely got angry, and was extremely beautiful. She was like the neighboring elder sister, everyone liked her a lot, and saw her as their goddess.

Although Sheryl City was a small place, because of Bishop Jasmine’s existence, their lives were prosperous, their families were comfortable, even if there was a weird Saintess causing her trouble all day before, nothing big happened, and she was still like a deity protecting the people of Sheryl City.

The good news was that, a few days ago that unruly Snow finally left and was transferred to Winterless City to waste the people over there. Everyone was jubilant, they finally rid of themselves of her, and they all continuously celebrated her departure.

Without that annoying brat, Bishop Jasmine can finally make Sheryl City thrive.

Yet it progressed opposite of what everyone hoped for.

Ever since Snow left, the diligent Bishop Jasmine actually fell ill!

Jasmine professed herself to be seriously ill and shirked all her work, locking herself up in her own room, not seeing anyone.

Everyone was in an uproar, if Bishop Jasmine was ill, who would protect them?

So everyone surrounded the church, wanting to ask what illness she had, some claimed they were superior doctors and wanted to treat her.

Jasmine didn’t respond to any of their worries, she just shut herself in.

Ill? No, if she was really sick then she could get the believers to cast purification prayers, normal illnesses wouldn’t affect her, but alas her’s was an untreatable illness.

Nothing could cure love sickness.

“Snow, when can I meet you again?” The incomparably depressed Jasmine laid on the bed half-naked, her usual dignity and temperament nonexistent.

How was she still a revered Bishop, she was just a depressed good-for-nothing auntie.

When she heard that Snow was going to leave before, although she was hurt, but she could still manage. She thought she was an adult, she was already in her thirties, so she should be mentally strong, even if Snow left her, she should be able to manage by herself, sadly, she was wrong.

As soon as Snow left, her heart felt empty… and someone who lost their hearts had no way of living.

One day, two days… after Snow left for three days, it was like she lost her soul, and completely lost her basic abilities as a human, and had no way of completing her work as a Bishop.

So she could only choose to shut herself in her room and used illness as a excuse.

“Snow, am I useless…” Thinking of that bizarre brat, Jasmine hugged her pillow and started laughing foolishly.

She knows that she was ruthless, has a vile personality, had her head filled with evil tricks by her bad brother, and wasn’t a good girl, but she can’t help but like her and even treats her as her own daughter.

Perhaps Jasmine was deceiving herself from the start.

Her husband left early, so she and her daughter depended on each other, but misfortune always comes in pairs. Her precious daughter was then killed by Peterson, and she even saw her daughter getting cut up.

No one could know how Jasmine felt at the time.

Anger? No, a person with a dead heart wouldn’t get angry. Her at the time was already a heartless zombie, there was only one reason she was still moving.

To kill Peterson and avenge her daughter!

And the person who helped her achieve that was Snow.

Coincidentally, Snow also resembled her daughter (Of course no one else but Jasmine agreed) Snow was clever, quick-witted, good at understanding others so Jasmine quickly fell in love wth her.

From then on, the daughter in her memories continued to mix with Snow until they completely merged and she completely treated Snow as her own daughter.

Snow’s existence filled the void in her heart, kindness and grace returned to Jasmine. But in the end, it was but a dream.

Snow wasn’t her child after all, now that she woke up, her heart was empty once again.

“Snow, you told me that you would transfer me to Winterless City… is that true? You weren’t just lying to console me, right?”

What Snow said when she left was her last mental support.

If she was transferred to Winterless City to be the archbishop, then they could work together again and she could see Snow every day!

But it was easier said than done. The current Archbishop Anderson was a senior, although he put on a lot of weight, became depraved, and lost himself in food, he was still loyal to the goddess and hadn‘t done anything wrong (At least on the surface).

So as long as Anderson was still there, she couldn’t transfer to Winterless City.

“Wait… Now that Snow is Winterless City’s Saintess, then that means she has to be with Anderson!?” Thinking of that she suddenly jumped off the bed, her thin pajamas sliding off her shoulders, and revealing two round papayas.

“Damn… how could I forget that!”

Her beloved Snow has to face a wretched fatty all day!? How could Jasmine endure that?

Who knows if Anderson would be like dirty old lecher Peterson, and lay his hands on weak little girls! Snow was also blind, and alone in Winterless City, what if she’s bullied by Anderson?

“Thank goodness Elona is with her… oh right, there’s also her brother, called Lin Xiao… Lin Xiao huh, strange name, Eastern tribe?”

Since there were Elona and Lin Xiao protecting Snow, Jasmine should feel relieved, but she was even more worried.

What kind of person was Elona? No, she wasn’t even a person! She was a high level demon, a red-eyes black cat, the church’s greatest enemy!

Jasmine could understand what’s wrong with Snow and had to train Elona into a maid and even brazenly brought her to Winterless City.

If her identity was ever revealed wouldn’t snow be toast?

Also her unreliable brother… although she’s never met him, but based on Snow’s description, Jasmine already knew he’s a good-for-nothing loser, Snow would definitely pick up his laziness if she stays with him!

She really doesn‘t know how Snow decided to make a brother like him, and she even likes him a lot, how absurd.

“My adorable Snow, you have to be safe and sound, it’s fine even if you don’t take me over, as long as nothing happens to you.”

Elona, Lin Xiao, Anderson… all sorts of pople swirled around in her head, of course around the center that is her beloved Snow.

But now, she couldn’t do anything but pray.

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Winterless City

Church

Inside a spacious and luxurious room, a fat middle-aged man was sitting on a table, with a napkin tucked in his collar, a fork in his left hand and a knife in his right, gorging himself on the fatty steak on his plate, completely ignoring the two beauties in front of him.

“Master, I…”

“What is it Elona? Are you hungry? Even if you are you can’t say it.”

“But…”

“Elona, let me tell you a secret, you’ll die earlier and get all kinds of scary illnesses if you eat these fatty steaks and grilled meat. Do you want to die early?”

“No, no, no, I don’t want to die! I want to live longer…”

“Hehe, then endure it a bit, I’ll take you to eat tasty stuff later.”

The two beautiful girls were conversing with each other in a conversation filled with mockery.

Compared to a certain prideful Demon King, Elona was much more qualified. With Snow’s training, she completely recognizes her role as a maid, obeying Snow completel.

But their conversation was rather ear-piercing to a certain someone.

“Hey, hey, Saintess, you aren’t cursing me to an early death now, are you?” After swallowing the meat in his mouth, the fat middle-aged man finally spoke.

He was the Archbishop of the Winterless City dioceses, Anderson, and his biggest indulgence was eating, he didn’t even care about the new Saintess standing in front of him, he just wanted to eat his steak.

“Hehe, how could that be? Archbishop Anderson, you treat me so well, I can’t even thank you enough.” Snow didn’t mind his disrespect of talking to her while eating and responded with a giggle.

“Ah, that’s nothing, we’re all the Holy Light Goddess’s believers, allies that fight for the same goal, and you’re even a Saintess, so that’s just expected.”

Anderson heroically waved his hand, then cut a large piece of steak in two, stuffing half in his mouth, stabbing the other half with his fork and shaking it at Snow.

“Saintess, do you want some? This steak is delicious! You get an appetite just by looking at it.” He said unclearly while munching on the beef in his mouth.

He clearly knew that Snow was blind, yet purposely shook the steak in front of Snow’s eyes, even the naive Elona could feel Anderson’s hidden malice.

“Hehe, no need. I came today to ask you something.”

Snow wasn’t angry, and maintained her usual tone.

“Is something happening within the church? What’s with the carriages outside, how come I wasn’t informed of anything?”