Chapter 298: Arrow

"The arrows you commissioned Miss Fox to develop, the Holy Light arrows and Corruption arrows, already have finished prototypes."

Opening the wooden box revealed two rows of arrows resting quietly inside, one black and one golden. Although they weren’t ranked weapons, waves of energy still pulsed faintly from them.

"Excellent. Let’s go test them and see how effective they are."

With a bow slung over his back, Phield entered the gray fog. Ever since Starnight City had been reclaimed, the number of corrupted corpses nearby had greatly decreased. It even took him several minutes just to find one.

"My lord, are you going to test them personally? Perhaps this should be left to the wolf demi-humans. They’re natural-born archers."

"Hmph, unnecessary. Archery is an incredibly simple skill." Phield pushed both hands forward with an invincible expression.

After spotting a lone corrupted corpse, Phield quickly steadied his breathing. He drew a Holy Light arrow, pulled the bowstring, aimed, and released in one smooth, flowing motion.

Whoosh~

The arrow completely missed the corrupted corpse.

"Fuck..."

Phield instantly felt awkward. Somehow, no matter how much he practiced, his archery always lacked accuracy. Even after training for so long, he still couldn’t hit the target.

"ROAR!"

Another corrupted corpse hidden within the gray fog, one Phield hadn’t even noticed, was struck by sheer coincidence. The Holy Light arrow instantly ignited it, causing the creature to explode into a dazzling burst of flames. After a miserable shriek, it burned into ashes.

"Pretty solid power." Phield nodded in satisfaction.

"Wow, my lord, you’re amazing." Tisiana hurriedly applauded. "I thought you were aiming at the one in front. It seems targets that close simply aren’t challenging enough for you."

"If I told you I actually missed, would you believe me?" Phield wiped away cold sweat.

Covering her mouth, Tisiana laughed softly. "My lord, you really love joking around."

"Well, regardless, the Holy Light arrows have proven highly effective. They’re far more powerful than arrows coated in purification potion."

Back then, even arrows soaked in purification potion had made Rosalia scream in pain. The Holy Light feather arrows were at least ten times more effective. That was more than enough to make corrupted creatures fear them.

"We can’t test the Corruption arrows yet. We don’t have any death row prisoners on hand, so we’ll test them during actual combat next time."

Putting away the second type of special arrow, Phield felt extremely satisfied with Gogris’ work.

"I kind of miss Ashina. Let’s go visit her within the next couple of days."

"Alright. I’ll help escort the supplies."

Ever since Ashina stopped staying in the territory and devouring food nonstop, Phield felt like meals simply weren’t as enjoyable anymore.

Unfortunately, the iron mine outpost had only just begun operating, so someone absolutely had to remain stationed there.

"They’re probably running low on food over there too. This time we’ll bring her some daily necessities as well, like soap." Phield had already planned everything out, though preparing the supplies would still take two more days. "By the way, Tisiana, have you tried using soap yet?"

"Why would you ask that? Do I smell or something...?"

Tisiana sniffed her pale arm and complained resentfully, "I don’t think so. Only girls with a lot of body hair usually have body odor. I’m naturally the opposite. Some areas don’t even have any... ahem. Anyway, I definitely don’t smell."

"Wait, you’re naturally built like that?"

Phield’s pupils shook violently. He suddenly felt like he had learned some unbelievable information.

"Stop thinking weird things." Tisiana turned her head away, but before she could pretend to get angry, she ended up laughing instead. "What exactly are you imagining?"

"Uh, I only had dirty people test it before because I wanted to observe the effects. Soap doesn’t just remove odor. It also makes skin smoother, keeps you refreshed, can be used for washing clothes, and even for games. Well... never mind, that last part doesn’t suit you. Anyway, you’ll understand after trying it."

"Alright, but I don’t know how to use it, so teach me." Tisiana shyly pinched the edge of her skirt. "I’m pretty conservative. It takes me a while to accept new things."

There’s actually a situation this good?

Phield was stunned and instantly felt his entire body heat up.

"No, you’re incredibly advanced. Leave this difficult and humiliating task to me." Phield wore an expression as though he were marching toward death itself.

"I’ll definitely teach you properly, even if it costs me my life."

After all, it was perfectly normal for clergy like nuns to resist strange new inventions.

That night, Phield dragged Tisiana into the bathroom to teach her how to use soap.

Tisiana obediently allowed herself to be seated on the chair by Phield, her long legs naturally forming graceful curves.

"Not as soft-looking as Ophelia’s legs, nor as slender as Gogris’. Mm, perfectly balanced and healthy." Phield laughed aloud. A stunning beauty at this level wearing such a gentle and obedient expression really did awaken dangerous thoughts in people.

"Mm, the way you describe things is strange." Tisiana shrank back slightly. Although she knew Phield was joking, she still spoke seriously. "No eating people, alright? You can’t become some deranged monster without morals."

"Alright, alright."

After removing her leg ring, Phield splashed water onto her leg before rubbing soap across it.

"It’s simple. You just scrub it like this. There’s no technical skill involved, so don’t treat new inventions like dangerous beasts."

"Mhm." Tisiana covered her mouth as she giggled. "How are you this skilled at it?"

"I’ve rehearsed it countless times in my head."

Phield grew smug.

Once he finished cleaning her leg, it gleamed brilliantly like polished jade, radiating a crystal-like glow.

I feel like Rosalia has corrupted me, Phield thought silently.

"I... I think I understand how to use it now. I’ll handle the rest myself." Tisiana’s breathing had grown heavier, and her holy eyes constantly shifted away nervously.

"Ahem, Tisiana, your lord currently feels very uncomfortable, and you’re the culprit behind it." Phield shamelessly accused her. "Surely you don’t want your lord suffering like this, right?"

"What’s wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Well... if it’s not too excessive, I can help."

"Ahem, just don’t kick me. I know my limits."

"???"

Phield grabbed her leg, causing Tisiana to let out a startled cry as the atmosphere instantly turned chaotic.

The next morning, Phield woke up with a yawn and immediately saw Tisiana blinking at him with wide eyes.

"Perverted lord." Tisiana huffed unhappily. "No wonder you’re always staring at my legs. You’re not allowed to anymore."

"My deepest gratitude to the angelic lady for not kicking me." Phield neither exposed her embarrassment nor admitted to doing anything bad. "I didn’t do anything inappropriate. It’s good for the skin."

"I don’t believe you. From now on, I won’t believe anything you say." Rarely showing such girlish frustration, Tisiana shoved a plate of breakfast into Phield’s hands. "Eat your breakfast."

"Thank you very much."

Phield wasn’t worried in the slightest. If Tisiana were truly angry, she definitely would’ve worn a longer skirt today, but she hadn’t. She was probably only acting upset out of a clergyman’s professional conscience. It was likely her way of easing her sense of guilt.