The Hero Kicked Me Out of His Party, So I Turned Him into My Maid - Chapter 25

The female pastor of the Church of the Goddess of Light lifted the hem of her pastoral robes to cover her white legs, stood up, and asked with concern:

“Hero, the priest personally chanted a spell of light for you. Fortunately, the Goddess of Light has shown you mercy. How do you feel now?”

Brian jumped to the ground, ran around in place a few times, and then walked a few steps to the young female pastor:

“I think it’s great. By the way, I haven’t seen you at church before. Are you new here?”

The young female pastor was somewhat reserved, stepping back slightly and bowing her head slightly.

“Yes, hero, I am a fourth-year student at the Viseryn Royal Academy and a trainee priest.”

Brian took a small half-step forward, closing the distance between himself and the female priest again:

“Our team is currently one person short. Would you like to join us and embark on an adventure alongside me, humanity’s ‘last hope,’ the ‘Glorious Warrior,’ to protect humanity?”

The pastor looked at Brian. Because of upper body injuries, he was shirtless, with bandages wrapped around his head, chest, and back, clearly having just experienced a major defeat.

The warrior was thin and his eight-pack abs were not yet fully developed; he was currently as solid as a rock.

Then she thought of her berserker boyfriend, who also attended the same college. He was tall and muscular, with incredibly attractive muscles.

Most importantly, her boyfriend had never been so embarrassed before…

The female pastor stepped back again, a hint of disdain in her eyes:

“I’m sorry, hero, I’ve already arranged to join another party…”

However, the pastor’s momentary disdain completely pierced Brian’s most sensitive spot, touching his sore spot.

Brian, his veins bulging, strode forward, raising his hands in a claw-like gesture, as if to subdue the female priest.

The female pastor turned around in a panic, wanting to open the door and escape immediately.

How could a hero be like this!

“Lord Brian…”

Before the pastor could open the door, it was opened from the outside, and a girl covered in bandages opened it. Only through the gaps in the bandages could one discern that she had wheat-colored skin.

When Sharina saw what was happening inside the door, she immediately realized what was going on and glared fiercely at the female priest.

The poor pastor was frightened again, forcefully pushing aside Salina and running away into the distance.

Brian sensed Shalina’s anger and retorted:

“She was the one who took a liking to me first.”

“I know……”

Shalina rushed over to Brian, her fingers lightly tracing the skin of his upper body:

“Lord Brian, are you alright?”

Brian plopped down on the bed and nodded in response:

“I’m fine now, but you, Sharina…”

“I’m fine. The priest said I’ll be fully recovered by tomorrow and the bandages can be removed.”

Brian’s gaze fell again on the corner of the room, on the holy sword “Arondette” leaning against the wall.

This humiliating defeat will surely be known to the higher echelons of humanity.

If they lose trust, they might give the holy sword “Arondette” to another suitable candidate.

Only those who possess the Holy Sword can be called heroes.

No… The hero can only be me, Brian, and cannot fall into the hands of others!

Brian, after much agonizing reflection, spoke with Sharina:

“I’ve thought about it. The main reason for our failure this time is that the team lacked a central leader to coordinate and command.”

“Other teams all have, to varying degrees, members of the ‘Scholar’ class. Scholars, through their knowledge and adaptability, can maximize the team’s capabilities.”

“Lord Brian, didn’t you take command of us? I think that was enough. This time it was just a matter of insufficient intelligence. After all, we are the first team to reach floor 325.”

Brian shook his head:

“If there were scholars present, his mind would coordinate the team more quickly and effectively. I admit, I am not qualified in this regard.”

“Lord Brave…”

Sharina muttered to herself, looking at Brian with concern.

“So, Sharina, as is customary, we’ll be meeting His Majesty the King the day after tomorrow. So, let’s recruit a scholar tomorrow to devise a strategy as soon as possible and then conquer this damned 325th floor!”

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The next day, news spread throughout the capital that the Hero Squad was recruiting scholars that day, along with news of the Hero Squad’s setback on the 325th floor of the dungeon.

Scholars who buried themselves in their studies in libraries, dormitories, or anywhere else became extremely interested.

When the “Glorious Hero” inherited the Holy Sword and was about to form a hero team, the scholars were eager to try their hand at using their knowledge to protect the hero.

The hero’s decision broke their hearts; the hero’s party had no intention of recruiting scholars.

The scholars’ enthusiasm was reignited when the warrior in the hero’s party left the party for personal reasons.

They never expected that this time the hero team would recruit the genius witch who ranked first in the witch academy entrance exam.

This time, the hero’s party specifically requested to recruit a scholar. They were amazed that the hero had finally realized the importance of scholars, and they came here because of his reputation, arriving at the royal capital square where the hero was located.

In an instant, the Royal Capital Square was filled with a sea of ​​scholars dressed in academic robes.

In a corner of the square, Fu Rongyuan was wearing a brand-new indigo scholar’s robe.

The scholar’s robe was made of thick material and was without a single wrinkle. The clothes were tailored to fit him perfectly, conforming to his slender, effeminate figure.

His wide sleeves covered most of his hands, revealing only his long, slender fingers. To look more like a scholar, Fu Rongyuan held a small leather book in his hand, which actually contained no words.

Fu Rongyuan, imitating Luna, tied her not-too-short black hair into a ponytail and, like Otto of the Alchemy Society, put on a monocle.

The close-fitting plain-colored trousers and dark brown calfskin ankle boots made Fu Rongyuan, with her naturally effeminate figure, appear even more like a woman dressed as a man.

Without a prominent Adam’s apple, it would be easier to make a wrong judgment about Fu Rongyuan’s personality.

Fu Rongyuan understood that he was merely an extension of the original Ariel, and everything he did was in accordance with Ariel’s will.

Ariel is observing everything in the square through Furong Yuan’s perspective.

The original body and the clone share the same and interconnected will; in reality, they are different bodies with the same face.

Furong Yuan will not disobey Ariel’s wishes, and he cannot defy Ariel’s prohibitions.

In fact, Ariel and Furong Yuan have almost the same thoughts, and Furong Yuan can be regarded as Ariel herself.

Fu Rongyuan looked down on the scholars who were frantically pushing their way into the crowd.

“What’s the rush? It’s not like just whoever is closest to the hero can become a member of the team. Besides, Brian’s personality is so awful, does he deserve such fanatical idolization…”

Fu Rongyuan and Ariel can share their ideas at any time and communicate with each other.

Ariel’s thoughts lingered in Furong Yuan’s mind:

“I’m probably the only person in this world who understands Brian the most. Just you wait, Brian, enjoy your moment while you can, because once you drink the potion, you won’t have this chance anymore!”