Saintess? Not Anymore! I'd Rather be a Destroyer-Chapter 281 - 268: He’s a Sacred!

Aurianna rubbed her sore cheeks, her lips curling into a reluctant pout. "Ahh, my magic’s low, so my hands won’t work properly for a full day. Can you feed me, please?" she asked, adjusting herself on the bed.

"I will," Batholem offered immediately, pulling his chair closer and picking up a bowl of food. With a spoonful in hand, he fed Aurianna.

Her eyes lit up as she swallowed the first bite. "So delicious!" she exclaimed after a few more bites. "Who would’ve thought elvish food could be this good?"

Peter crossed his arms, giving her a blank stare. "Let me guess—you thought we mostly eat vegetarian food?"

"Hell yeah!" Aurianna replied without a shred of shame. "But I never judge what type of food it is as long as it’s good." Her eyes sparkled as she eagerly opened her mouth for another bite.

Peter laughed heartily. "You’re unbelievable."

Batholem, however, looked more concerned. "Are you sure your hands will grow back?"

"Yes, in about ten days," Aurianna reassured him, though her tone grew curious. "How long was I out for, anyway?"

"Three days, actually," Peter answered.

"Damn! Was I that tired?" Aurianna gasped, her jaw dropping slightly.

"Well, with the amount of magic you used, probably, yeah," Batholem replied.

Aurianna waved a hand dismissively. "Enough about that—feed me more!"

Batholem obliged, spooning more food into her mouth.

"Use a bigger spoon!" she grumbled between bites.

With an exaggerated sigh, Batholem switched to a larger spoon, earning an enthusiastic nod of approval as Aurianna happily devoured her meal.

As she polished off another dish, her gaze shifted to Peter, "Why are we in your castle, anyway? It’s super fancy. You’re *

super rich as well."

Peter smirked and puffed out his chest dramatically. "Yes, I am!" he declared, bursting into hearty laughter.

"Also can I ask why you were angry when you became Paige’s Saintess?" Peter asked with a serious expression.

"I asked her that earlier too," Batholem added.

"Just do your research on what happens to Saintesses of Paige’s church. I’d actually like that information to be made public." Aurianna said calmly.

Peter frowned. "You could just tell us, you know?"

"If you find some evidence, you’ll understand my hatred a lot better," Aurianna said.

"Hmm, alright then! I shall do that!" Batholem declared with determination.

"Chi, chi, chi," Aurianna giggled softly, her lips curling into a sly grin.

The moment was interrupted by her groan of discomfort. "Damn, my body freaking hurts!" she complained, shifting restlessly in the bed.

Batholem leaned forward, concern etched across his face. "I know it’s weird to ask, but... what’s been happening with you? All of a sudden, you’re a Grand Human, and your body is trying to kill you."

"That’s because I’m special," Aurianna said with a wink, her playful tone doing little to mask her pain.

"That’s not a suitable explanation," Peter said bluntly, crossing his arms with a frown.

Aurianna shrugged. "Then how else am I supposed to explain it?"

Peter tilted his head thoughtfully. "Well, for starters, it’s pretty clear your parents in Sandeph aren’t your real parents. You look nothing like them."

"That’s true," Aurianna admitted without hesitation.

"Then... do you know who your real parents are?" Batholem asked.

"Yeah, I do." Aurianna’s tone grew colder, her eyes narrowing. "But there’s no point worrying about them. They wanted me dead anyway."

Batholem’s eyes softened with regret. "I’m sorry."

"No worries," Aurianna said dismissively, though her voice wavered. "If not for my sister, I wouldn’t be alive."

"You have a biological sister?" Peter asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, I do," Aurianna said, a subtle, genuine smile tugging at her lips.

"Then we can meet her?!" Batholem asked excitedly, his face lighting up like a child hearing about a new adventure.

"Maybe one day," Aurianna replied.

Peter studied her carefully. "It sounds like she’s far away."

"Yes, they’re far away. Both of my sisters are... on other planets," Aurianna said casually, her gaze distant.

"Other planets?" Batholem repeated, his confusion evident.

Aurianna rolled her eyes. "Didn’t you learn geography?"

"Well, yeah," Batholem said defensively. "We know there are planets, but life? Apart from the Heroes’ homeworld, Earth, we doubt it."

"Yeah, something like that," Aurianna replied, waving a hand dismissively. "But there are way more planets with life on them. And I have two beautiful sisters," she added, her voice swelling with pride.

Peter leaned forward, his eyes softening. "You love your sisters, don’t you?"

"Of course I do," Aurianna said firmly, her warm smile making her affection unmistakable.

Batholem hesitated before asking, "So... how did you end up as a Vanluad?"

Aurianna shrugged. "I was a replacement child, I guess. And honestly? I don’t care for the Vanluad family anyway." .

"It’s understandable. They’re tied to too many illegal activities," Peter remarked, his tone serious.

"Investigating them already, huh?" Aurianna asked, arching a brow.

"That’s our job as Royal Humans, after all," Peter replied. "New weapons being sold on the black market, mysterious mutated soldiers appearing out of nowhere, and large stockpiles of Hero relics. It’s all connected to them and some other organizations."

"So when are you guys actually going to arrest them?" Aurianna pressed, her voice dripping with skepticism.

"We don’t have enough proof yet," Batholem sighed, frustration evident in his expression.

"I see." Aurianna leaned back.

"Feelings of attachment?" Peter asked, studying her carefully.

Aurianna shook her head. "None, actually. The sooner they’re destroyed, the better. But it’ll be difficult, considering their ties to the Church of Beauty."

Peter’s expression darkened. "I see. And since you’re their Saintess, I assume they’ll try to recruit you as well?"

Aurianna nodded. "Yeah. Not that I care. But being their Saintess could be beneficial—for a short while."

"Planning to do something crazy again?" Batholem asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Not yet," Aurianna sighed, her voice heavy. "I’m too weak right now."

"Too weak, my ass!" Batholem scoffed, crossing his arms.

Aurianna chuckled faintly before her tone grew serious. "They have Arcane Humans. Only a fool would dare go against an Arcane Human unprepared. So, I’ll be patient and endure being their Saintess—for now." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Peter leaned forward, his eyes glinting with intrigue. "Oh, speaking of patience, don’t forget—we’re all heading to the World Summit."

"I see no reason why I should go," Aurianna said bluntly.

"Well, Sacred Grat said so, and we can’t refuse. He was the old man we saw back in the dungeon lands." Peter replied.

"That old man?!" Aurianna exclaimed, her eyes widening. "He’s a Sacred?!" her face immediately turned pale.

"Yes," Peter confirmed with a small smirk.

"Oh my god!" Aurianna groaned. "He’s not gonna kill me, is he?" she asked trembling as memories of her previous rudeness to Sacred Grat in the Dungeon Lands flooded her mind.

Peter chuckled, shaking his head. "He’s not. Relax."

"Phew." Aurianna let out a long sigh of relief, sinking back into the bed.

"What about Batholem?" she asked, glancing at him.

"Unfortunately, I stay here," Batholem answered with a shrug. "But I’ll be busy handling other matters."

"Oh yeah, speaking of matters, what about the destruction of the Flonkong Organization base?" Aurianna inquired.

"We’ve labeled it as a forced kidnapping of a noble, which led to a dispute and bounty hunters going after wanted criminals," Peter explained, his tone calm. "Now, my family and Batholem’s family are working together to handle the aftermath."

Aurianna smirked faintly. "Cleaning up my messes again, huh?"

Peter grinned. "Someone’s gotta do the complicated part. And well I kinda hired you to complete the task for me and you did."

"I see. Feed me more—why did you stop?" Aurianna asked, her tone tinged with irritation, though her eyes sparkled with expectation.

Batholem chuckled and picked up the spoon again, offering her another bite. She eagerly took it, happily munching away.

’Too cute,’ Batholem thought, hiding his smile behind his hand.

Peter raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the now-empty bowls stacked beside her. "You’ve eaten so much already—four bowls! You’re still not full?"

"I’m not full yet," Aurianna replied simply.

’What’s going on? I feel extremely hungry,’ she thought, frowning as a wave of discomfort passed over her.

Batholem noticed her brief shift in expression. "Is everything alright? You seem... off."

Aurianna hesitated, poking at the food in front of her. "It’s nothing. Maybe I’m just hungrier than usual. My magic probably drained my body more than I realized."

Peter exchanged a glance with Batholem, concern flickering in his green eyes. "You’re regenerating faster than normal, aren’t you? That could explain the appetite."

"Hmm, maybe," Aurianna said, though she wasn’t entirely convinced. "Whatever it is, it’s annoying. Now stop talking and hand me another bowl."

Batholem laughed softly. "Yes, Your Majesty," he teased, obliging her demand and feeding her another spoonful.

"This is good," she said after a few more bites, licking her lips. "Elves sure know how to make a decent meal."

Peter smirked. "I’ll take that as a compliment to my people."

"It is," Aurianna admitted between mouthfuls, though she paused briefly. "But seriously, if I keep eating like this, I might start questioning if someone cursed me with insatiable hunger. It has been getting a lot worse lately."

Batholem chuckled. "Well if you manage to eat all of the food in this castlez then maybe that when we can tell someone is wrong."

Aurianna rolled her eyes but couldn’t help grinning. "Hilarious, Batholem. Now, less sarcasm and more food!"