Chapter 32: The Demonesses' Situation

After shaving his beard clean, Silas looked at the neat, gentle-faced young man in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

The abilities of a Priest had a considerable influence on a person's temperament. Compared to before, Silas now looked much softer, like a sunny, approachable older brother from next door.

"Time to eat!" Ada called from outside.

Having combed his hair neatly, Silas sat down at the table, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Breakfast was sumptuous: golden bacon, toast, a glass of milk, and a fried egg.

Ada smiled. "You've really tired yourself out for our safety recently. For our lovely detective, please don't say any polite words!"

Silas felt a warmth in his heart and sighed. "Your nun's allowance must be almost gone, right?"

Trainee nuns received no salary, only some allowance earned by working in the convent.

The allowance wasn't much, only 5 Crowns a month.

Ada smiled. "I don't have many other expenses. If it can keep our detective healthy and well, this money is well spent."

Silas took a deep breath and said nothing. Any more words of thanks at this point would seem too distant.

After breakfast, Silas, suddenly idle, felt a bit lost, not knowing what to do.

Ada, having no other activities, continued her scripture studies.

As a devout believer, she wouldn't waste any time.

Silas didn't disturb her at home. He put on loose casual clothes, a hat, and squatted down, looking at the Husky. "Lupo, want to go for another walk?"

Awooooo!

Upon hearing they were going out, Lupo, who had just returned, immediately barked excitedly.

Lupo was the Husky's current name, given by Ada.

Four days ago, Ada had returned relatively early and took the Husky out for a stroll at dusk. They encountered two stray vicious dogs.

When the vicious dogs were about to attack Ada, the Husky bravely charged forward and, in a few moves, beat the two dogs until they couldn't get up.

Then, with a wolf's howl, it directly scared the vicious dogs into cowering on the ground, too afraid to move.

This had utterly astonished Ada. After rushing back and excitedly recounting the incident, she had directly bestowed the title "Lupo" upon this goofy-looking Husky.

Lupo was a legendary spirit of the cold wind from the Northwind Continent. It had once been a snow wolf, ruling over all the wolf packs of the Northwind Continent. Moreover, during the "Age of Death," it had helped humanity eliminate countless monsters. Unfortunately, it was later lured and killed by cultists.

Lupo was a central figure in the ancient legends of the entire Northwind Continent, the prototype for countless tribal totems.

Legends of its bravery were widely spread throughout the world.

Thus, this Husky was now saddled with the title of the strongest wolf king.

"I'm going out for a stroll. I've been cooped up these past few days," Silas said, then led the Husky – no, Lupo – out of the house.

This time, Silas didn't bring anything. In the guise of walking the dog, he led Lupo into the wilderness, and they broke into a run towards that direction.

It had snowed quite a bit these past few days. Fortunately, some carriages and pedestrians passing through from the countryside had cleared paths in the wild.

Lupo, running, was extremely excited. It was now just like when Silas first saw it; when it ran, all its goofiness vanished. It was like a gust of wind, graceful and swift.

After running for about a thousand meters, Silas couldn't run anymore, panting heavily, his face flushed.

Lupo, beside him, still looked full of energy, constantly leaping about in the snow.

At this moment, the abandoned factory, covered in snow, was already in distant view.

Judging by the pristine white footprints, not many people had visited here.

With the Husky, Silas skillfully climbed up from the side and arrived at the ditch, which was now almost filled with snow.

After digging out some snow to reveal an opening, Silas rolled sideways into it.

The large door was still the same as before, unchanged.

Pushing open the door, the first thing Silas felt was a wave of warmth.

"This scent of human life… it seems the two Demonesses are doing alright," Silas thought.

Opening the door and going inside, he was first met with darkness.

Silas's keen ears picked up the sound of two heartbeats, trying hard to hold their breath in the darkness.

"It's me, Silas," Silas said aloud.

"Lord Apostle!" Two clear, pleasant voices sounded, and then the extinguished kerosene lamp was lit again.

When Silas saw the two girls walking over, he was momentarily stunned.

"Are you… Helles? Bernice?" Silas, by the light of the kerosene lamp, was taken aback when he saw the two of them.

Before him now were not the two tattered, sallow-skinned, and emaciated vagrant girls.

Instead, they were two beautiful young women with fair skin, well-proportioned bodies, and lovely faces.

The two were not wearing the heavy overcoats now, but rather some old, yet reasonably decent, sweaters they had found somewhere.

Helles's ice-blue hair was tied into a ponytail. Her standard oval face, combined with her fair skin and blue eyes, made her look like a water sprite.

Bernice, beside her, had her long purple hair coiled up at the back. Although slightly younger, she exuded a mature aura.

Her forehead was half-covered by bangs, and her purple, almond-shaped eyes, paired with a high-bridged nose and distinctly defined lips, gave her a cool, aloof appearance.

"That kid Chuck really had a sharp eye! These aren't two beauties in the rough; they're already two beauties!" Silas sighed internally.

Helles quickly brushed some dust off herself and asked cautiously, "Lord Apostle, have we done something wrong?"

Silas's stunned silence made the two girls nervous.

Silas snapped back to his senses and smiled. "No, don't overthink it. I just didn't expect you two to be so beautiful."

Hearing this, both girls blushed slightly, lowered their heads, and said gratefully, "Thank you for your praise."

Silas walked down the steps and asked, "How have you been lately?"

Helles quickly replied, "Very well, extremely well. This is the happiest we've been in over three years."

Bernice nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's very good here, really good. We can sleep peacefully here, have warm food, and even melt snow to wash ourselves. We are very content now."

Silas nodded, then asked, "Where did you get these clothes?"

"Oh! A few days ago, someone died in a nearby village. After the funeral, they threw away the deceased's old clothes in the wilderness. I was planning to get some snow water to wash our clothes that night, and I happened to see them, so I picked them up."

Helles smiled as she spoke. "Our luck is really good. The material is quite nice, and they fit well."

Bernice also showed a happy smile upon hearing this.

Hearing this heart-wrenching account, Silas, feeling a pang of pity, turned away slightly and changed the subject. "What about food?"

"We've been eating sparingly. There's still a lot left. At this rate, it can last us another half a month," Helles said.