Inside Rocky’s Mobile Fortress… Raja kneeled and allowed the two ladies inside the Palanquin to disembark from its back. Shana was the first to remove her veil, and the moment everyone saw her face, they couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. She truly looked holy and unsullied by the world, which was enough for ordinary mortals to kneel and prostrate themselves to her in prayer. Her gaze carried a mystery that made even Derek and Mildred, who had been together with her for a few years, almost not recognize her. Erica, on the other hand, had to admit that her friend truly looked like a Saintess right now. But she knew a secret about her that, if known to the world, would cause countless young men to hunt Zion down even if he ran to the edge of the world. Putting this thought aside, the Sorceress could no longer bear the pain in her head, so she walked towards the Saintess, who could ease her suffering. "Shana, you’re finally here." Erica, who was suffering from a migraine, groggily walked in her direction. "Please fix my hangover." A helpless sigh escaped the Saintess’ lips before she placed her hand on Erica’s forehead and used her powers to remove her hangover. After healing the Sorceress, she then moved toward Sherry and cast the same spell on her. "Looks like the two of you got carried away last night," Shana said before glancing at Zion. "I didn’t join them," Thirteen stated before Shana could ask her a question. "I know," Shana replied with a faint smile on her face. "Your Yang is brimming with health and vitality." Diana, who had also taken the veil off her face, looked at her friends, whom she hadn’t seen for a year. "Wow," Derek said subconsciously. "Diana, you look stunning." Just like Shana, the Crusader seemed to have become more beautiful since the last time they saw her. But unlike Shana, who was exuding the feeling of purity and holiness, Diana was exuding the might of a warrior, which resonated well with Derek and Mildred. She now had a slight tan, making her sun-kissed skin look radiant and healthy. The muscles in her arms made Derek swallow subconsciously because, for a brief moment, he wondered what it would feel like to be squeezed by her in a headlock. "Would you like to spar later?" Diana asked Derek with confidence, breaking the latter from his trance. "O-Of course," Derek replied. "I’m ready anytime." "Good." Diana nodded before shifting her gaze to Zion. "It’s good to see that you’re doing fine, Zion." "You too, Diana," Thirteen replied. "You’re already very dependable in the past. But looking at you now, I feel more at ease having you around." "Zion, are we returning to Pangea straight away?" Shana asked, looking at the young man with a gaze that spoke everything inside her heart. "Did your feelings not change during your stay at the Temple?" Thirteen asked back with a calm expression on his face. "It didn’t change," Shana replied before walking toward the young man and hugging him tightly. "I missed you." Back then, Thirteen was still shorter than Shana. But now, they have the same height. Even so, Shana was certain that Zion would grow taller in the future because he just turned sixteen this year. "We don’t have to hurry to go back," Thirteen answered. "But we can only stay a week at most before returning to Pangea." "Un," Shana replied, hugging the teenage boy tighter. Earlier, she had held herself back from leaping off Raja’s back and hugging the young man in front of the Gates of the Temple. She knew that she had an image to preserve, so it took all of her willpower to not make a scene in front of the people, who thought of her as someone sacred. But in front of the person she loved, the Holy Saintess of the Temple of Zaphiel was like any ordinary girl when around the person they had fallen in love with. In order to celebrate their reunion, they had once again prepared a feast. However, wine and any alcoholic beverages weren’t served this time around. Erica and Sherry had already learned their lesson, so they no longer wanted a repeat of what happened a day ago. Thirteen and the others asked about Shana’s and Diana’s experiences in the temple, and the two didn’t hold back in telling their stories. "Even bullying exists in holy organizations, huh?" Mildred frowned. "Fortunately, the two of you weren’t sheltered greenhouse flowers that would wither away after being exposed to a few storms." "Enough about us," Diana commented. "Now, it’s your turn to tell your story, Mildred." "Fufufu! Fine. Allow me to tell you about my great adventure!" Mildred began to paint a story that was rich in action and suspense. She was very good when it came to storytelling and even Thirteen found her story quite captivating. After Mildred finished her tale, it was Derek’s turn to share his experiences. When he was done, Erica and Sherry took his place and also told them about what they had done during the past two years. Several hours passed by as everyone listened to each other’s adventures. It was only when Sherry was about to finish her story did they realized that the sun had already set on the horizon. When the young lady finally finished her tale, everyone’s gaze landed on the teenage boy, who was quietly sipping his tea as he listened to the stories of his companions. Clearly, they want to hear his stories as well. "There’s nothing much to tell," Thirteen said. "As you already know, I accompanied Sherry during the past two years. Her experiences are my experiences. There’s nothing new I can add to her story." The teenagers weren’t able to refute the young man’s statement because it was the truth. However, Sherry and Tiona both knew that Zion was just as busy as Sherry during the past two years they were together. But for the sake of secrecy, Thirteen decided not to tell this to anyone, wanting to keep secrets to himself. Since they knew there were no more stories to be told, they all returned to their lodgings and rested for the night. Zion’s hands, on the other hand, were held by Shana and Erica, who had no intention of letting him go anywhere tonight. Sherry decided to let her sisters have their private time with Zion because she had already monopolized him during the two years that they were together. "Well, then. Time for us to catch up," Erica said as she helped Zion take off his pants. "It’s been two years after all. Well, hello there, little guy. It’s been a while, right?" Erica didn’t hesitate to give little Zion a kiss, which made the latter react by standing up to greet her. Shana, who still looked as saintly as ever, gently removed the young man’s shirt before planting a kiss on his neck, marking him as her man. The Holy Maiden of the Temple of Zaphiel also took off her clothes, allowing her body, whom many held sacred, to be seen by the teenage boy, whom she loved. She then kissed Zion, who kissed her back as passionately as he could, surprising the two ladies who thought it would take him a while to warm up to them. Stay updated with freewebnovel "It looks like we are going to have fun tonight," Erica said in a teasing tone. "It’s time to melt Mr. Iceberg’s tip all the way to the bottom." Thirteen, who understood that the two ladies had no intention of letting him sleep that night, didn’t resist, allowing two years ’ worth of pent-up love and affection to rain down from the heavens to water the fields that had long sought for rain. Morning the next day… Thirteen rubbed his aching hips as he leaned on the wall for support. He glanced at two young ladies, who were still sleeping on the bed, before walking toward the door with great difficulty. He already expected Erica to be fiery after two years of separation, but the Sorceress paled in comparison to the Saintess, who didn’t hesitate to heal herself over and over again, so she could continue to embrace and love him all through the night. The teenage boy was happy and even embarrassed due to how much the two had missed him. He felt it through their kisses, through their touch, and through their gazes. But sometimes, too much of a good thing was also bad. "Master, what happened to you?" Derek, who saw the teenage boy walking with great difficulty to the point of even leaning on a stick, asked. "Don’t ask," Thirteen replied. "This is the problem of popular people." (A/N: Daym!) Derek frowned as he watched his Master walk away with difficulty. Sherry, who was already awake, saw Zion and hurriedly came to help him. She then supported his body, allowing him to reach the campsite, where she dutifully helped him drink a potion that would help him regain some of his stamina. Derek, who was watching this scene from a distance, finally realized why his Master looked like someone who had been wrung dry of his strength. Cursing the teenage boy in his heart due to envy and jealousy, Derek once again made a vow to look for a girlfriend once they had returned to Pangea. Clearly, he also wanted to experience the problem of "popular people," just like his Master. Someone who would make all the young men of their generation cough mouthfuls of blood when they discover that their Saintess, whom they held sacred, had already surrendered her heart and body to him.