Upon arriving at the orchard district, although the fruit trees had yet to fully mature, the natural fragrance from the trees themselves made Phield feel especially refreshed.

"I suddenly want to eat apples."

Pressing a slender finger against her lips, Tisiana gazed longingly at the nearby fruit trees.

"The Goddess gifted us apples and brought sweetness into the world."

"Ahem, Sister Tisiana, I feel obligated to remind you that those are peach trees."

Phield was speechless.

"I just hope that when you go buy watermelons someday, you don’t accidentally chop down the melon vendor next door. Though honestly, they probably both use magnets anyway."

"Ah? Those are peach trees...?"

Tisiana’s embarrassment lasted less than three seconds before she continued dreamily,

"Then I want peaches instead."

"I bought quite a lot of fruit. I’ll treat you later."

The moment he said that, Phield suddenly narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Tisiana.

Maybe eating fruit was some kind of slang he didn’t understand. Or perhaps it was another bizarre hint women liked to give.

She usually looked gentle and proper, but the contrast in her personality was enormous.

At the very least, when dealing with runaway slaves, she transformed into a demon without even giving them a chance to explain themselves.

"You don’t just want peaches, do you? I think you want to cosplay as a peach."

This time, Tisiana genuinely failed to understand.

"What does that even mean? Why would I cosplay as a peach?"

Phield gave her a mysterious smile.

"Guess."

"Ah?... What exactly does that mean?"

At a visible speed, crimson redness spread across Tisiana’s snowy skin. Her pupils trembled violently as she stomped her foot in embarrassment and anger.

"What is wrong with you? Perverted lord."

"Oh? I don’t understand anything. On the contrary, you were the one who understood what I meant."

Phield nearly died laughing. He had never even read the holy scriptures, so how was he supposed to know all those twisted implications?

"You’re awful. You’re humiliating me."

Tisiana pounded him repeatedly with her tiny fists. Yet the more she thought about it, the more inappropriate her imagination became. In the end, she shot him a bashful glare.

"From now on, you’re not allowed to discuss forbidden topics with me anymore. All they do is tempt people into corruption. You’re not allowed to think about them either."

"Alright, alright. I won’t talk anymore in the future. If I can use actions, I won’t waste words."

Phield had long since seen through Tisiana’s contrast. He directly wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and the soft fragrance in his embrace felt incredibly satisfying.

"You... be careful, or the Goddess might punish you."

Her beautiful eyes met his with a complicated gaze. Very few people possessed eyes that combined seduction and holiness at the same time. They seemed filled with burning warmth, yet also carried traces of resentment.

After all, according to common sense, a nun was supposed to devote herself entirely to the Goddess.

"Let her punish me if she wants."

Phield suspected he had practically ignored the Goddess of Holy Light entirely. He did not even know whether she truly existed. Either way, no god had ever expressed dissatisfaction toward him.

"Honestly, I really can’t do anything about you. But... it doesn’t actually feel bad. I won’t let you face the Goddess’s punishment alone."

Tisiana suddenly burst into laughter. Like a mischievous kitten, she slipped free from Phield’s arm before turning around and proactively hugging his arm instead.

"Let’s hurry and check on Charlotte. I bought her a gift."

Phield looked Tisiana up and down with a confused expression.

"Don’t tell me it’s some kind of purple hea..."

"Stop talking, no, it’s not!"

Even though she had no idea what Phield was about to say, Tisiana instinctively knew it would not be anything proper. She hurriedly covered his mouth.

"It’s books about the Goddess of Holy Light. The kind you can pray with."

Phield almost burst out laughing.

"You’re giving books promoting Holy Light to a Harvest Divine Chosen. Charlotte’s going to hate you for that."

"Ah? I... I forgot about that. I spent my entire life in a convent." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Tisiana hurriedly explained herself.

"The thought counts. Next time, I’ll handle the gifts. You can just learn from me."

The moment Phield opened the villa doors within the orchard district, ten Corrupted Greatsword Warriors immediately surrounded them and assumed combat stances.

"It’s me."

With a casual wave of his hand, the Corrupted Greatsword Warriors instantly melted back into the shadows.

"It’s about time I upgrade the Greatsword Warriors to Tier Three. They’re seriously useful. Unfortunately, the materials required are becoming rarer and rarer. I won’t be able to gather them anytime soon."

The human soldiers stationed in the orchard district existed merely to intimidate the civilians. The true defensive force was the Corrupted Greatsword Warriors.

"Charlotte, I’m here."

Phield called out, but no response came.

"That’s strange. She should definitely be inside."

After walking upstairs and opening the bedroom door, Phield immediately froze.

Charlotte was lying motionless on a chair with an expression of complete peace.

"Holy shit, was she bitten by a venomous snake?"

If vampires entered the villa, the patrolling Corrupted Greatsword Warriors would definitely notice them. But something tiny like a venomous snake could realistically slip through unnoticed.

Phield panicked instantly. His mind blanked out as he rushed forward without hesitation.

Concern caused chaos. In his panic, Phield immediately leaned down to suck the poison out.

Her skin was smooth and pale like flawless jade, carrying a sweet fragrance.

After sucking for quite a while, Phield gradually realized something was wrong.

There didn’t seem to be any reaction at all.

"Um... what are you doing, my lord?"

Raising his head, he saw Charlotte staring at him in sleepy confusion.

Tisiana was equally dumbfounded.

"My lord... have you developed some kind of conditioned reflex? Why are you sucking on her like that?"

"Ah... well, you’re fine? I thought you got bitten by a venomous snake."

How awkward.

"Mm, it was just a mosquito bite."

Charlotte looked deeply moved. If it had really been a venomous snake bite, then her lord had rushed forward without any concern for his own safety and immediately tried to suck out the poison for her sake. The thought made her eyes redden.

"Thank you... sob..."

"That makes sense. There aren’t even living rats left in the territory anymore. Venomous snakes shouldn’t exist either."

Tisiana looked puzzled.

"Then where did the mosquitoes come from?"

"Our merchant caravans probably brought them in. There are likely fleas too. These pests exist everywhere."

Phield instantly understood.

"Still, you’re a Divine Chosen. How did a mosquito actually break your defenses?"

Divine Chosen wore revealing clothing because heavy armor was actually a disadvantage for them. A divine power barrier alone was more than enough for defense.

Even someone like First-Tier Tisiana would barely feel ordinary arrows fired from soft bows.

Of course, excessive attacks would gradually drain divine power. Once their divine power was exhausted, Divine Chosen could still be killed by ordinary people, though such situations were rare.

"Stop roasting me already, please."

Charlotte immediately raised both hands in surrender.

"If you keep insulting me, the child’s going to become stupid."

"My dear lord, how exactly did one single action manage to make all three of us feel awkward at once?"

Tisiana covered her face helplessly.

"Ahem, let’s discuss the magical plants instead."

Phield decisively changed the subject.

"Did you run into any problems planting the Thunder-Patterned Snow Tea Tree?"

"Not at all. I’m super amazing, you know."

Charlotte proudly lifted her chin.

"Go ahead and praise me properly, then I’ll take you to see it."

"That’s only natural. You worked hard."

Phield rubbed her head in encouragement.