Why must the devil be Defeated?
Chapter 355 - 354 when cut open is definitely black

Chapter 355: 354 when cut open is definitely black

About half an hour later, Shane returned to the hotel where his companions resided.

"Welcome back."

Lasha stood on the balcony, as if she knew exactly when Shane would return, or perhaps she had been waiting there all along. She spoke to Shane, who descended from the sky.

"Yes, we’re back."

Shane had indeed gotten used to this. He paid no mind to Lasha’s sudden appearances and simply handed over the jade to her.

Lasha accepted the jade, expressionless, and embraced it.

The jade behaved quietly in Lasha’s arms, its two eyes still fixed on Shane, as if looking at something intriguing.

As for Shane, of course, he was still holding the unconscious Foxman Saintess in his arms.

Lasha had naturally seen this scene; she glanced at the Foxman Saintess and spoke without haste.

"Shall I bathe this guest first?"

Lasha suggested.

"No, I’ll do it."

Shane replied subconsciously and without changing his expression.

"..."

Lasha fell silent but kept her gaze fixed on Shane.

"...All right, I was just joking," said Shane, his expression turning somewhat sheepish. He handed the Foxman Saintess to Lasha and added, "Get her cleaned up and then bring her to my room... spit! Clean her up and then check for any problems!"

"Yes," Lasha responded, without even a hint of sarcasm, as she took the Foxman Saintess and turned to leave.

The jade was also taken away by Lasha, finally averting its gaze from Shane.

Only then did Shane find himself alone again and he exhaled a breath.

"Truly an eventful night."

Uttering such words, Shane turned his head toward the direction of the Temple.

Perhaps because he had been there once before, he could now distinctly feel that the abnormal magic power in Cosmos was surging from that direction, the source unmistakeably clear.

"Could this inexplicable shifting phenomenon indeed be caused by that magic power?"

Shane looked around and found that the surrounding buildings had changed somewhat.

Clearly, during Shane’s absence, the shifting phenomenon had occurred once or even multiple times, hence the altered scene.

Shane watched this scene, seemingly lost in thought.

After a while, Lasha reappeared with the Foxman Saintess.

"It’s done, Mr. Shane,"

Lasha informed him emotionlessly.

"...That was fast."

Shane felt mixed emotions.

Had it been even a minute since Lasha had left and then reappeared?

It didn’t seem so.

If it weren’t for the Foxman girl’s attire being freshly changed and still giving off a warm steamy scent, with even the nearby jade appearing freshly bathed, indicating to Shane that they were indeed washed clean, he would have doubted whether Lasha had just taken the pair for a quick spin and came out again to fool him.

"Let it go."

To dwell on it would be to lose.

With this thought, Shane had Lasha lay down the Foxman Saintess, placing her on the sofa.

"How is she?"

Shane asked Lasha.

"Not very good," Lasha immediately replied. "I have thoroughly checked and found that this guest has not only exhausted her magic power, but her physical condition is also very poor. It seems as though something has put a great strain on her body, leaving her insides in a complete mess, with severe signs of internal bleeding. Even her organs are somewhat ruptured and slightly displaced."

That was indeed serious.

"No wonder her complexion is so poor."

Shane looked at the Foxman Saintess’s pale face.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful with an enchanting allure, probably maintaining dignity at all times and thus always poised, which added a touch of strength to her appearance. But now, with her paper-like pallor, that strength took on an air of fragility, evoking pity and a sense of vulnerability.

"As expected of a fox spirit, this seductive charm is almost on par with a certain Demon Realm Supreme with an explosive figure."

Shane marveled but also guessed the reason for her current state.

"She must have overexerted herself by using the Life Goddess’s power, taking on too much beyond what her body could handle."

Shane did feel a twinge of guilt.

After all, she had pushed herself to repair the Seal he had damaged, which naturally made him feel apologetic.

So...

"[Star-Blowing Breath (Celestial Breathe)]."

Shane released the only recovery-type celestial magic toward the Foxman Saintess.

"Cling!"

A galaxy immediately appeared out of thin air above the sofa, showering countless stars down onto the Foxman Saintess like the celestial breath of the universe, slowly merging into her body.

Under this influence, the starlight continuously mended the injuries within the Foxman Saintess’s body,

Her pale complexion visibly improved, though she did not regain consciousness.

"How is she now?"

Shane looked at Lasha.

Lasha silently stepped forward, checked on the Foxman Saintess, and then returned to Shane’s side before speaking.

"Her internal injuries are being miraculously repaired, but her Magic Power remains in a depleted state."

There was nothing that could be done about this.

As the only Recovery Magic in the Celestial Magic category, and an Upper-level Magic at that, the spell known as "Star-Blowing Breath" was touted as an almost universally potent healing method. Even if one searched through all systems of magic, it was uncertain how many could compare to it.

Whether poisoned or cursed, as long as one was still breathing and not dead, "Star-Blowing Breath" could cure them.

Unfortunately, the only thing it could not restore was Magic Power.

To say nothing of restoring Magic Power, to this day, no such magic even existed.

Thus, although Shane could heal all internal injuries of the Foxman girl, he could not restore her Magic Power.

Magic Power was intertwined with Life Force, and in such a severely depleted state, a person usually fell into a coma, asleep and unawake until their Magic Power was somewhat restored, only then could they wake up.

"It seems we can only wait for her to wake up on her own."

Thinking this, Shane pondered for a moment before extending his hand.

"Granting·Confinement."

Shane sealed the Magic Power within the body of the Foxman girl, preventing her from exerting any strength.

"Alright." Shane then instructed Lasha, "Take her down to rest first."

"Yes." Lasha nodded, asking, "Should I take her to Mr. Xi’en’s room?"

"...No need, thank you."

This maid, if you cut her open, is undoubtedly black.

...

The next day quickly arrived.

In a room, the Foxman Saintess finally awoke faintly within the bedding.

"Where is this...?"

The Foxman girl looked around groggily.

Immediately following, the Foxman Saintess recalled the events of the previous night, jerking awake with realization.

"The Sealing...!?"

The Foxman Saintess abruptly threw off the covers and sat up.

It was only upon sitting up that the Foxman Saintess realized that her clothes had been changed, and her Magic Power was locked away as if bound, completely immobile.

"Could it be..."

Looking at the unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar clothes, and unfamiliar state of her Magic Power, the Foxman Saintess couldn’t help but consider a possibility.

That was, she had been captured.

If not, then it would not explain the current situation, nor why her Magic Power was restrained.

Furthermore, before falling unconscious, the Foxman Saintess had vaguely seen Oz and Mafi defeated, which only confirmed this point.

"Could it be... that Human man changed my clothes...?"

At this thought, the Foxman Saintess became thoroughly unsettled.

Despite her seductive appearance, resembling a fox spirit, as a saintess, the Foxman girl was especially chaste, never having been taken advantage of by the opposite sex.

Not to mention being taken advantage of, the Foxman Saintess had never even shared a meal with someone of the opposite sex.

As one dedicated entirely to the Life Goddess, the Holy Daughters of the Beastman Race would never marry in their lifetime, let alone consort with others, and so they have remained pure maidens through the ages.

If violated by another, it would be a fate a million times more painful than death.

Immediately, the Foxman Saintess hastened to inspect her own body.

In her inspection, the Foxman Saintess not only breathed a sigh of relief but also wore a look of confusion.

"Not only have I not been violated, but the condition of my body is unprecedentedly good. How can this be?"

The Foxman Saintess was puzzled by this.

Due to the long-term use of the Life Goddess’s Power, the exercise of her Authority, and miracles, every Foxman Saintess’s body would accrue a burden and suffer damage.

As a result, every Foxman Saintess had a very short lifespan, none living past forty.

In the history of the Foxman Clan, there was even a Saintess who died at the age of seventeen.

Aware of this, the Foxman Saintess knew her body well, knowing that she had accumulated many injuries inside that would eventually lead to her death.

Because of these internal injuries, the Foxman Saintess had been unable to sleep at night recently, sometimes being woken up by the pain while asleep.

This condition told the Foxman Saintess that her time may also be running short.

With this in mind, the Foxman Saintess was prepared.

But now, the Foxman Saintess was astonished to find that all her hidden injuries had vanished.

This was no trivial matter.

"Only the legendary magic known as ’Miracle Light Veil,’ reputed as the ultimate Recovery Magic, could fully heal the injuries within us Foxman Saintesses—a burden brought about by the Life Goddess’s power..."

But that kind of magic had not appeared for a full thousand years.

The reason was simple—the conditions for learning this spell were far too exacting.

"Unless one possesses a Level 10 ’Magic·Recovery’ Skill, they could not learn ’Miracle Light Veil,’ the Upper Level of Recovery Magic..."

Thus, this magic had not been seen for a long time, and today, apart from the Divine Race, no one else could use it.

"What exactly is going on?"

The Foxman Saintess fell into deep thought.

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