Vanessa's beautiful eyes widened in shock.
Magic power—it's depleted already??
She’d only summoned the fla for a few seconds! The fla was even smaller than a lighter's, and in less than five seconds, it had been extinguished because her magic ran out??
The magic consumption of [Holy Fla of All Gods] is insane!
But thinking about it, it makes sense. This is the holy fla that has slain countless Demon Kings, and right now, she’s barely a beginner, soone who’s just started out. To summon even a small cluster of [Holy Fla of All Gods] is no small feat.
Exhausted, the pink-haired girl bent over, holding her knees, and weakly sat down on the bed, gently brushing her hair out of her forehead.
She stared blankly at the flawless girl in the mirror, as if still unable to accept that the girl sitting there, holding her knees, was herself.
Resting her chin on her hands, Vanessa gazed at the pink-haired girl in the mirror, who looked like a pure snow lotus blooming in the ruins, and then sothing clicked in her mind. Her eyebrows slowly furrowed.
The ssy bed, the clothes carelessly tossed on it, the cup of tea on the little wooden table with water that had been there for days, turning dark.
The trash bin overflowing with garbage, so of it spilling out, uncleaned, and the corners of the room thick with dust. It didn’t take much to guess that hidden corners of the room were likely the nests of so small creatures.
...Really, this place is so filthy and ssy! Just staying here is driving her crazy.
There has to be a limit to neglecting cleanliness! This is already beyond the point of slovenliness! How had she tolerated living in this filthy, polluted place for so long??
Vanessa pinched her nose, fished out so work gloves from the cupboard, washed them three tis to make sure they were clean, and put them on.
With the [Gauntlet] gloves added on, she felt a little better, knowing that touching the dirt wouldn't send her into a full-blown cleaning frenzy.
She grabbed a broom, a cloth, and a bucket of water from the basent and returned to start cleaning.
Normally, she wouldn't even think about it, but now, standing in this ss, she felt incredibly uncomfortable. The sll of rot and decay filled her nose, and she felt like her sanity was rapidly deteriorating. Stopping herself from breathing through her nose, she forced herself to start cleaning.
How had she ever tolerated being so dirty before? It was hard to imagine how she'd let the room stay this filthy for so long without cleaning it.
She first made the bed, neatly folding the clothes and placing them in the wardrobe, then tidied up the bedding.
Vanessa had never done chores before, yet it felt surprisingly natural, as if she were born to do it. She worked quickly, efficiently, without a single hesitation.
After emptying the trash bin into a cloth bag, she tossed it out of the room.
Indeed, it was better not to have a trash bin in the bedroom. It made the place sll like a garbage dump, so unsanitary.
Vanessa placed the trash bin in the basent, returned to the room, and ticulously cleaned the floor three tis, wiped the table five tis, and even washed the curtains. She didn’t miss any corner where dust might be hiding.
When everything was finally tidy, the room looked as pristine as new. But before Vanessa could relax, the strong, pungent sll of cheap alcohol wafted from the basent, imdiately tightening her nerves.
Ah, she almost forgot. She still hadn't dealt with the cheap liquor that Winnie had stored in the basent.
So, Vanessa went downstairs, pinched her nose, and approached the basent door. As soon as she opened it even a crack, the sll rushed into her nose, making her scalp tingle, and every hair on her body stood on end.
The sll was overwhelming, and Vanessa quickly slamd the door shut with a look of resignation, feeling as though she had been subjected to inhumane treatnt.
What a horrible sll! Why had she left this disgusting, repulsive thing in the house?
If she could pull her past self out, she’d give the old Winnie a good scolding.
And when she thought of how she had once drank this foul, disgusting liquid, Vanessa felt the odor overpowering her, and she clutched the door, her stomach turning, feeling like she might throw up.
Ugh, it’s so disgusting...
She’d only opened the door for a mont, but she felt like her hair was already coated with that unbearable stench.
She decided to leave the liquor for later, after she changed back, as she clearly wasn’t capable of dealing with it right now.
She found a few cloth rags, cut them into strips, and sealed the gap in the basent door. Vanessa sighed with relief.
Tonight, she would definitely take a long bath to wash away the filth from her body and hair.
Returning to her room, she thought about sitting on the bed but rembered that she was still dirty, so she refrained.
Looking at the freshly cleaned room, Vanessa found it hard to believe that she, who had never done any housework, could do it so efficiently. It was as if this body had been pre-programd with housework skills—she moved with such grace and precision.
Glancing out the window, it was already afternoon. She hadn’t felt tired at all from cleaning the room all morning. Instead, she felt full of energy.
Vanessa was astonished. She walked toward the mithril war hamr hanging on the wall, a feeling tugging at her as her gaze seed naturally drawn to it.
Ever since becoming Vanessa, she had subconsciously been attracted to it. The mithril war hamr seed unusually captivating to her.
She took it down, swung it a few tis with ease.
Then, as if realizing sothing, she gasped in disbelief.
It’s so light.
Vanessa tried swinging the war hamr again, and it felt weightless. But the sound of the wind it generated made it clear that it wasn’t the hamr that had beco lighter—it was her strength that had grown to an almost terrifying level.
That’s when it dawned on her: historically, the Fanghui Saintess had always been a strong, beautiful warrior. On the surface, she appeared to be a gentle healer, but in reality, she was the Church’s most powerful fighter.
This Saintess knows the teachings, but if you can’t understand them, she also knows a bit of fist and foot.
Vanessa tried lightly tapping a nearby old wooden stool with her fist. There was a dull thud, and the stool imdiately shattered into pieces.
Uh-oh.
Now she was sure—her strength had really increased to a terrifying level after the bloodline awakening.
This war hamr, which she had originally dragged back herself, now felt weightless in her hand.
Although her strength had drastically increased, there were so downsides.
Vanessa looked down. Well, she couldn’t see her toes anymore, blocked by the vast mountain-like chest.
Guess it’s true, the milk really is... cough.
Vanessa blushed and quickly averted her gaze.
She weighed the mithril war hamr in her hand and found that not only did it feel incredibly light, but there was a sense of ease, as if the weapon’s techniques and strategies were perfectly integrated with her instincts. It felt like this body was naturally adept at close combat weapons, especially the war hamr.
It was a good thing she hadn’t sold the war hamr. If she had, it would’ve been a huge loss.
With her bloodline and Divine Blessing awakened, and with the ability to change back, Vanessa was now extrely excited. She felt like she could change her destiny from this point forward.
With the Blessed Angel bloodline, the entrance exam to Kareliman Academy would be a breeze, right? She could...
...No, wait.
Vanessa narrowed her eyes, falling silent.
She recalled the spies deliberately placed in her family and the malicious rumors targeted at her. It was clear that soone had been secretly scheming against her.
The servant who had stayed even after her parents died proved that the forces behind the scenes wanted to monitor not only her parents, but her as well.
Why? She was just a useless, reckless, nobleman’s son with a one-star magic aptitude, unable to awaken Divine Blessing—nothing but a failure. So why were they going through such lengths to watch her? Who was afraid of her?
The Church...
The reason she was still alive today was perhaps precisely because she was a Dead Bloodline. What would happen if the Church found out that she had now awakened her bloodline?
Would they welco her like the Saintess? No, they wouldn’t.
Instead, they would likely silently eliminate her in the cradle, or worse, control her with so thod, making her a puppet Saintess, losing her freedom, every action controlled.
Moreover, the great nobles would likely covet her in secret. She would beco a target for everyone.
After considering all this, Vanessa sat calmly on the bench, hands placed on her knees.
She realized that if she revealed her bloodline awakening now, it would only bring trouble, even leading to her death.
At least, until she beca strong enough, no one should know about her awakening.
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