The pure white decor imbued the room with an elegant simplicity, while subtle golden patterns kept it from feeling monotonous.

With the windows wide open in the spacious chamber, the Holy Maiden and the Sword Saint sat on the balcony outside, reminiscing.

“Whoa!! So refreshing!!!”

The fiery liquor slid down her throat, igniting a burning sensation that thrilled the Sword Saint.

Its sweet aroma relaxed her body and mind completely.

The rich wine fragrance spread in her mouth like soft cotton. She stuck out her little tongue to lick the corner of her lips—a spicy numbness made her shiver involuntarily.

“More! I want more!! Fill it up! Fill it to the brim!!!”

She slammed the empty glass onto the table with a dull thud.

Her heroic poise vanished entirely. Now, she gazed drunkenly at the wine jar beside the Holy Maiden like a vagabond obsessed with liquor.

A lecherous grin spread across her delicate face, her emerald eyes locked unblinkingly on the jar.

“Leah, just how much do you adore alcohol? I truly don’t see its appeal,” Nora said, pinching her nose in disgust as she pushed the wine jar toward the Sword Saint.

“This is my soul’s sustenance. Without wine, I’d wither away.”

“I must admit, Nora—your wine is exquisite! Tens of times better than tavern swill! No, hundreds of times!”

Leah hugged the jar like a treasure, nuzzling it affectionately. Her eyes sparkled at the liquid gold within. She’d sacrifice anything for this divine brew!

“I wish I could hand you a mirror to see how ridiculous you look. Utterly graceless. You’re the mighty Sword Saint—must you neglect your image so?”

“If your devoted citizens and soldiers knew their revered Sword Saint crumbles into a drunken mess at the mere mention of liquor, their hearts would shatter.”

Nora lifted her teacup with elegant grace, sipping calmly. *This* was true refinement—the Holy Maiden’s rightful bearing. Only she could embody holiness and grace so perfectly.

“Don’t be a hypocrite. I know exactly what you are,” Leah shot back. “I won’t even mention your wild side. Birds of a feather flock together—don’t you realize why you befriended a drunkard like me?”

Leah tilted her snow-white neck and downed the liquor in one gulp.

“Hiss! Pure bliss!! Chugging hard liquor is the only way to drink!”

“You call *me* crazy? You drunken hag—has the booze rotted your brain?” Nora snapped, frowning at the chattering Sword Saint. “I am the Holy Maiden chosen by divine oracle, a daughter of god embodying purity and holiness!”

Only the utterly pure of heart, flawless within, could earn the holy light’s blessing—and she was perfect.

“Heh, a ‘pure and holy daughter of god’...” Leah snorted coldly, her mocking gaze treating Nora like a circus clown. She knew precisely what kind of Holy Maiden Nora was. How dare this girl boast so?

“Fine, my dear *Holy Maiden*—you’re pure, you’re elegant. May I ask one question?” Leah tapped her fingers crisply on the table, a cold smile on her lips as she stared at the Holy Maiden. “If you met the Hero you summoned today, what would you do? Come now—let’s hear your earth-shattering answer. What do you truly feel for the—”

“Are you an idiot? Meeting the Great Hero means only one thing!” Nora rolled her eyes, lifting her chin to gaze dreamily into the distance.

“What?” Leah grinned mischievously, gulping more liquor. Given Nora’s obsession, she’d probably beg for his autograph like a starstruck fan...

“Need I ask? To devote everything to the Great Hero—and with my beloved, first... well... (readers, use your imagination).”

“Pfft!!!”

Mid-passionate speech, Leah spat out the liquor she’d just swallowed, spraying wine and spit across Nora’s face.

“Cough... you little brat... cough cough...” Choked and flushed, Leah’s pretty face burned crimson. What absurd nonsense was this girl spouting? Had Nora lost her mind—or had she?

Nora was the continent’s beacon, the Holy Maiden hailed as a holy angel. How could she utter such filth? *Having babies?* Was summoning the Hero solely to bear his children? If believers heard this, mass heart attacks would follow.

“The Great Hero is my possession. He is my husband,” Nora declared, ignoring the wine on her face. She cupped her cheeks, twisting shyly with a bashful smile. “Bearing his child is the greatest gift a wife can give.”

Ah, at the mere thought of the Great Hero, wild desire surged uncontrollably within her. *Great Hero, I ache to see you... Let’s make babies together~~*

“Perverted obsessed girl...” Leah’s eye twitched as she watched Nora transform into a flirtatious fanatic. Her drunken haze vanished instantly. How had such an idiot become the “Holy Maiden”? She was disgracing the very title...