BXBX NOVEL Chapter 192: The Saintess Is Not Virtuous!
Chapter 192: The Saintess Is Not Virtuous!
(Alcorae Star System)
(Tantibus University- Student Dorms Building 3A)
Knock! Knock!
Knock! Knock!
A loud noise broke up the peace and tranquility of the early morning as a six-foot-tall muscular man pounded furiously against a metallic door.
He had sickly pale skin that contrasted with his bulky muscles and piercing blue eyes.
The ceremonial white robes and staff held in his right hand displayed his identity as a man of faith.
Bishop Walsh had been a loyal member of the Nephilim Church for over thirty years and his great strength had allowed him to gain the position of Guardian.
Guardians were the personal bodyguards or supervisors of saints in training to ensure that no harm befell them.
While they did not have the authority to restrict the actions of these future leaders of the church, Guardians could submit secret reports to the higher ups.
It was on the basis of these reports that punishments or merits could be handed down.
Bishop Walsh had initially been very pleased with his new job…
If only his saintess wasn’t so troublesome!
“Open up! I know you’re in there!” he yelled and continued to knock.
“Alright I’ll be there in a second,” a tired voice replied.
There was a brief silence, and then the bishop heard some feminine giggling coming from the other side of the door.
With a series of clicks and whirls, the door slowly swung open and the guardian got a glimpse of what appeared to be a disaster site.
In the living room alcoholic beverages were strewn haphazardly across the floor and a party banner with the words ‘Saturdays Are For The Gals’ was torn into tiny pieces.
In addition, most of the furniture was heavily damaged or completely destroyed.
Clenching his fists in anger, the man took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before turning to look at the room’s occupant.
“Why can’t you behave more like a saintess?!” Bishop Walsh scolded harshly.
“Tell me…. what other believer in the church is boozing from sunup to sundown!”
The girl he was addressing rolled her eyes in derision and replied, “Does it matter? Quafes can’t get drunk so I can drink as much alcohol as I want.”
Despite her fiery attitude it was undeniable that the saintess was an impressive beauty.
Dark chocolate coloured skin that seemed to glow under the lights and perfectly complimented her sharp angular face.
Gorgeous black hair that was loosely tied in a messy ponytail and two deep brown eyes that seemed to stare into the soul.
Silver tattoos were carved in various locations across her body giving the girl a wild and untamed aura of an ancient warrior.
Her physique was toned and muscular with a bust size that was slightly below average.
“Did you change your avatar again?” Bishop Walsh asked in confusion as the saintess’ appearance looked slightly different.
“Yeah, I wanted to get a fresh new look for university, so I added some more features to my model,” Rachel smiled proudly.
Quafes were a shapeshifting race of liquid-based creatures so their appearances could change at any moment.
To avoid any unnecessary confusion or legal trouble from copying the appearance of an existing human, most Quafes would design their own model and then replicate it.
Humans were seen as the ideal standard of beauty in their culture.
Rachel had always held a deep fascination with the ancient Earth tribes from the continent of South America.
Her model was created in part using references from the history textbooks available on the virtual net.
“Look as the saintess you need to be setting an example and be the paragon of morality,” Bishop Walsh sighed heavily and explained.
Judging from past experiences, his speech would most likely go in one ear and then be completely ignored.
Saintess candidate Rachel was a controversial figure within the church and most of the higher ups did not know what to do with her.
On one hand she was the only person to form a contract with the Archangel Raziel within the last five hundred years and her prowess in battle was unmatched among her peers.
Archangel Raziel was known as the observer of the heavens as he possessed a discerning ability to distinguish between good and evil.
This skill had been passed down to Rachel who could now see the auras and karma of those in her sight.
On the flip side, her reckless behaviours and love of vices such as drinking, procreating, and partying made her more suited to be a demon knight.
“Okay…. I’ll try to tone it down at least until after the midterm,” Rachel replied softly.
“Thank you that’s all I ask,” Bishop Walsh smiled.
Maybe this girl just needed gentle guidance to get her back on the right track.
“How about I help you with some cleanin….” the bishop trailed off in shock as three naked girls and two nude guys strolled out of the bedroom with confidence.
Rachel followed his eye movements and cursed silently when she saw her previous one-night stands appearing at the worst possible time.
“Baby when are you coming back to bed?” a lovestruck girl with green eyes stared at the saintess with a lustful grin.
“I can probably manage a few more rounds,” a handsome boy with golden hair puffed out his chest and boasted.
“No! You promised to spend some one-on-one time with me,” a busty curvaceous girl with a plump ass winked at Rachel.
“Is that grandpa joining us? I mean the bed is pretty crowded,” a husky voice sounded out from the back of the crowd.
Rachel coughed guiltily a few times and glanced at the bishop who now appeared to be frozen in disbelief.
Maybe she could fix this situation….
Rachel’s body morphed subtly to form extra muscles on her arms to give her some extra power for the task.
She gripped Bishop Walsh by the hand and forcefully pushed him out of the room while he was still trying to process the situation.
Slam!
The metallic door closed abruptly, and Rachel hurriedly enabled the anti-sound barrier to prevent any noises from coming in.
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(Three minutes later)
Every student who had not enabled the anti-sound barrier was woken up by a thunderous roar of rage.
“RACHEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!”