The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 257 - 197: The Secret of the Chaotic Saintess (Two in One)

An Su emerged from the alley, waved goodbye to Lister and Arthur, and then headed to the main street where the breeze was gentle and pleasant.

He hailed a carriage at the entrance. A black cat followed, jumping inside. After informing his master they were returning to the Saints District in the Upper City District, An Su casually leaned back, enjoying the scenery of Farol through the window.

The black cat sprawled lazily on the seat, basking in the warm sunlight that caressed its sleek fur. It stretched languidly, appearing to be a pet kitten of the coachman.

The Lower City District bordered the harbor, where one could see the azure sky and the light blue sea. Rolling white clouds stretched along the historic streets, reaching out to the horizon where sky met sea.

As the carriage climbed towards the Upper City District, An Su’s view rose accordingly, eventually leaving behind the pale blue sea for a vast expanse of tranquil blue sky.

The weather was clear, and An Su’s mood was quite good.

That is, until he heard the maid hidden in his shadow whisper softly,

"That woman is still following you."

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Her tone carried a hint of grinding teeth.

An Su was initially confused but then realized the woman Enya mentioned was none other than Elf, the Chaotic Saintess of the Mysticism of Chaos— the only one capable of eliciting such hostility from the maid.

This sister was still following him?

Was she really that bored?

Playing the same prank twice wasn’t fun anymore, just tiresome old mischief. Given her penchant for seeking pleasure, she shouldn’t be doing something like this.

An Su frowned slightly, his face full of caution as he examined the coachman in front, who appeared entirely ordinary with not a trace of Magic Power. He looked like a regular person, focused on driving the carriage earnestly.

An Su couldn’t see any issues.

He used his soul to communicate with Enya, "How did you determine that?"

Previously, when Elf had disguised herself as a coachman, Enya hadn’t noticed.

"A woman’s intuition," Miss Enya swayed her shadow, "I’ve memorized that woman’s scent. I can smell that stink."

A woman’s intuition seemed like a terrifying concept to An Su, incomprehensible in its workings, yet capable of detecting a being of Saintly Rank.

Nevertheless, An Su tended to trust Miss Enya’s instincts, after all, putting aside her gender, she was a Fifth Tier top-level assassin.

An Su just wanted to know why Elf was tracking him. One occurrence might be coincidental, but twice definitely hinted at ulterior motives.

The previous encounter had already been suspicious. Elf had appeared near the Radiant Saint’s residence, not far from An Su’s room. What was her purpose in the Saints District? Was it to monitor him?

The thought of being constantly watched by Elf darkened An Su’s mood.

Had his identity been exposed in that chaotic staircase?

If it had been exposed, what was Elf’s objective?

Was it merely to toy with him, to enjoy the process?

Or, was he still undetected, and Elf was merely probing?

Among the high echelons of the Esoteric Religion, the one An Su found most inscrutable and guarded against was the Chaotic Saintess. Her erratic thinking and unusual mindset, similar to his own, were surely not signs of anything good.

Indeed, it could only be an ominous thing.

His gaze grew sharper.

The coachman, feeling An Su’s intense stare, became nervous and broke out in a cold sweat, fearing he might have neglected something and offended this finely dressed, handsome young man.

The coachman’s expression was grave. In his many years of driving a carriage, he had always been cautious, dreading transporting two types of passengers the most: incessant women and children under eighteen.

These two types of beings were ranked above him. A slight inattentiveness could mean the end of his business, or even worse, the revocation of his license, potentially leading to a stint in jail.

Therefore, the coachman steadied his mind, took a deep breath, and focused on driving.

An Su too took a deep breath. Now that he had been targeted by the Chaotic Saintess, the priority was to shake her off quickly, to prevent her from truly tracking him home. With another deep breath, he pulled open the carriage door, intending to leap out.

"Damn it! What’s going on?" The coachman, seeing An Su’s actions from the front, was terrified. Could it be that after so many years, he was going to be thwarted by this young man?

Jumping from the carriage without a single word of dispute—

But if the young man really jumped, wouldn’t the Order Church charge him with abetting a suicide and demand compensation, perhaps tens of thousands?

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"Young man, don’t be rash, don’t be rash, let’s talk about it, talk it over..." The coachman, drenched in cold sweat from An Su’s scare, pleaded, "Please don’t give up hope... don’t jump here..."

An Su observed the coachman’s panicked expression, musing that this chaotic act didn’t seem feigned.

Especially his eyes— frantic and helpless, revealing a man’s unique frustration and world-weariness. Such a panicked sense of fear is something only an adult male could experience. If the Chaotic Saintess could achieve such a performance, then her skills had reached a transcendent level.

However, An Su trusted Miss Enya’s judgment. Since she said Ael followed along, the latter must be on the carriage. With a soft, probing voice, he said, "Please stop teasing me. This area is governed by the Order laws. Please refrain from doing anything strange."