Unfortunately, the war is currently in a stalemate. The Demon Race doesn’t dare to act rashly before regaining their strength, and the Continent Alliance doesn’t have enough power to defeat the Demon Race head-on.
Neither side is confident of victory, leading to a year-long halt in the war.
However, now that the Miracle Saint Emperor has returned, it’s possible that one day he might lead his army to the Divine Protection Continent, and perhaps recapture the entire continent. If he’s bolder, he might even reclaim the Divine Abandonnt Continent, which has been lost for countless generations.
It’s only when attacking the Demon Realm that there might be uncertainty. After all, no one knows the exact situation there or how many powerful beings are hidden. Even with the Miracle Saint Emperor, he couldn’t possibly lead a dozen armies at the sa ti.
"ow ow ow~"
As Xue’Er reminisced about the past and imagined the future, Guji had already finished eating the cat food and fish snacks in its bowl. It saw there was still so in Xue’Er’s bowl and politely asked, "Hello, may I have a little?"
"Guji?"
Xue’Er tilted its head and asked in return, "Your bowl clearly had a small mountain of fish snacks, how could it be empty?"
"ow ow ow~~"
Guji owed several tis, aning sothing like: The cat doesn’t know either, maybe the fish snacks resurrected and ran away.
"Guji!"
Of course, Xue’Er didn’t believe Guji’s nonsense. To protect its own fish snacks, it attempted a majestic eagle spread wings action to scare Guji, but instead, it looked like a fat chicken raising its wings, unable to scare even a cat.
"ow ow ow, ow ow!"
Seeing this, Guji also crouched down, attempting to make a ferocious tiger unleashing move, but because it was too fat, its stomach was stuck to the ground, looking like a caterpillar.
"ow~"
Little Flower watched the fat cat and fat bird clown around with disdain and owed loudly to mock them.
Guji has this kind of nature; it loves to eat from others’ bowls. Clearly, except for Lady Vivian, no one else limits its fish snacks.
If it just took a little detour to find Lady Yuri or Lady Yuna, its bowl would soon be full again. There’s no need to snatch from the fat bird.
But it just doesn’t change its ways. It always snatched Little Flower’s food before, despite being beaten nurous tis.
"ow ow?"
Hearing Little Flower mocking it, Guji looked at Xue’Er’s large size, turned its head to Little Flower’s small fra, and shuffled its large body over to Little Flower.
"ow~ (Hello, can I have a bit?)"
Guji asked very politely.
"ow! (No!)"
Little Flower raised its paw threateningly.
"ow~ (Oh, thank you.)"
Guji lowered its head and started devouring the cat food and fish snacks from Little Flower’s bowl.
Little Flower’s paw landed heavily on Guji’s head, banging its big head noisily, but not affecting Guji eating at all.
"Guji."
Seeing the two cats fighting, Xue’Er proudly let out an eagle call.
Compared to these cats that just clown around, it, Lord Xue’Er, is more reliable. It can go into battle and instantly defeat common demon soldiers; even elite Demon Race soldiers can be easily taken down by it, and even Demon Race centurions must be strong at least to give it a challenge.
However, Xue’Er’s pride is only for itself to see. The two cats don’t care at all. This combat pet of magical beast origin doesn’t understand the value of a healing system pet. Do big figures lack a battle eagle that can’t even defeat an ordinary Demon General? It’s the pets that provide emotional value that are the best!
The three pets obediently ate their als or soone else’s als, altogether very harmonious.
The people at the table were even more harmonious. Except for the guest Cleia, the rest were family, and eating together had long beco a habit.
Even Cleia didn’t mind being an outsider; she was a competent clergy mber who behaved very gracefully and elegantly before the Divine Envoy, without a single flaw, even the well-behaved Vivian couldn’t quite compare.
"If Sifrin were half as sensible as you, she wouldn’t be struggling to compete with the Holy Son of her generation even with a Pope as her father."
At the table, Lynn nodded repeatedly at the elegant Cleia. With the sa Windsor surna, both being cadres of the Light Church Court, Sifrin the Saintess of Light compared to Cleia, the Vice Chief Judge of the Light Judgnt Hall, was like a husky, not even on the sa level, not even in the sa category.
"Sifrin... she has many flaws, but she isn’t bad at heart. At least she never physically harms any good people, nor does she harm anyone else aside from the Holy Son on other levels."
Cleia had a small appetite, getting full after only a little. She only began to speak after putting down her utensils, adhering well to eating without speaking.
As Sifrin’s semi-subordinate and long-ti partner, she hoped the Divine Envoy could have a better impression of Sifrin. Sifrin might be mischievous and occasionally naughty, but her nature is good. She has done many real deeds for believers over the years as a Saintess.
She not only did things, but she is also a genius in dicine and agriculture, improving many divine techniques for healing and disease curing over the years, greatly reducing church dical costs nationwide. She also improved grain seeds and farming thods, significantly increasing the production in key grain-producing regions and feeding more people.
Particularly in the Light Empire and nearby Lolan Empire, her contributions have saved countless lives, earning her a deserved bow from many families when they worship the Light God King.
"Of course I know Sifrin isn’t bad. Otherwise, Akelie, who is not one for favoritism, would’ve long dismissed Sifrin from being a Saintess. I just don’t appreciate her nature."
So people with a fascination for novelty or unique tastes might enjoy a husky-like girlfriend like Sifrin, perhaps thinking life with her would be lively and fun.
But in Lynn’s family, everyone is gentle, obedient, and well-behaved, leading him to prefer this type, and thus Sifrin isn’t very appealing to him.
"As a friend, Sifrin is nice; her personality just makes her unsuitable as a good housewife, Lord Lynn you..."
Cleia paused at this point, causing Lynn to be bewildered and drawing sidelong glances from his wives.
"I’m not looking to marry her, just expressing sympathy that long-ti contact with her must be tough, I feel for you..."
With his wives watching him curiously, Lynn humbly raised his hand to express that it’s fine to think he may have thoughts about Cleia but not about Sifrin.
He is a cat person, unable to get along with dogs.
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