The Exiled Lord: My Maid is a Battle Goddess

The stitched abomination had just managed to struggle back to its feet when countless razor-sharp feathers suddenly pierced straight through its chest. The Holy Light Divine Chosen had used her wings to impale the creature clean through.

With a low shout, she snapped her wings open. A violent gust followed—and the monster was torn apart from the center in an instant.

"Rip—!"

The creature split cleanly in two, its flesh flung away like two heaps of rotten sludge.

"She’s a Tier-One Divine Chosen. Very strong—definitely a combat type."

Ashina immediately warned.

"Got it." Phield nodded slightly, excitement surging through him. On the minimap, she was marked as a green dot—meaning she could be contracted. He rubbed his hands eagerly. "Looks like I’m pretty lucky after all, running into an unbound Holy Light Divine Chosen."

"Hello."

Phield cleared his throat. "You—"

Before he could finish, the sorrowful Holy Light Divine Chosen suddenly snapped her head toward him. She glanced at Drakewolf beside him, and the misty softness in her eyes instantly vanished. With a beat of her wings, she charged straight at Phield.

"Damn—attacking without a word? Wait a second!"

Was it because he had uncovered the church’s secret? That had to be it.

With that thought, Phield drew his longsword and braced himself.

"Woman, stop at once!"

Seeing her lord threatened, Ashina flicked her wrist—her longbow appeared in hand. Drawing and releasing in one motion, she fired an arrow infused with violent divine power. At the same time, Drakewolf unleashed a blast of dragonfire, cutting off the target’s flight path.

"A demi-human... here? And this strong..."

A trace of seriousness flashed through Tisiana’s eyes. Her angelic wings beat sharply, and she twisted through the barrage at an impossibly sharp angle, slipping past the attacks. Locking onto Phield behind the group, she shot straight toward him.

"Get lost."

Ashina’s crimson eyes flared with ferocity.

"Second-Tier Divine Skill, Spear of Frostpierce!"

No longer holding back, Ashina unleashed her overwhelming divine power. A thunderous roar echoed through the underground chamber, shaking debris loose from the ceiling.

"Damn it... all or nothing."

Even as frost crept over her wings from the freezing divine energy, Tisiana didn’t stop. Instead, she twisted midair.

"First-Tier Divine Skill, Divine Wing Assault!"

Her wings burst with radiant light as she darted back and forth through the air, weaving between the chaotic frost currents of Spear of Frostpierce.

In a voice as melodic as a lyre, Tisiana called out, "Run! I can’t hold off the demi-human for long!"

"Run?"

Phield blinked. Wasn’t she here to kill him?

"Don’t kill her—can you subdue her?"

Seeing Ashina’s killing intent surge, Phield immediately shouted.

Ashina hesitated for a split second—but the condensed energy spear in her hand had already grown as thick as a barrel, impossible to stop. With no other choice, she redirected it toward the ceiling.

"Boom!"

The roaring energy spear shot upward like a rocket, slamming into the ceiling. Frost divine power surged like a tidal wave, blasting away a large section of the underground chamber’s roof.

Though the explosion didn’t strike Tisiana directly, the shockwave hit her full force. Her graceful figure trembled violently, like a bird struck by a sling. Her face went pale as she spat out a mouthful of blood mist and fell straight down, crashing onto the ground.

If that had hit directly, she’d be dead or crippled.

Phield wiped cold sweat from his brow, inwardly shaken—but he didn’t blame Ashina at all. She had acted for his safety.

"Cough... cough..."

Clothes tattered, Tisiana struggled to her feet, using her wings for support. A sweetness rose in her throat, but she showed no fear. With a sharp beat of her wings, her fighting spirit surged once more.

"Demi-human, leave the domain protected by Holy Light."

"Wait—Miss Nun."

Seeing her nearly stripped bare by the attack, with barely any fabric left on her body—like she was about to enter a defeat animation—Phield quickly stopped her.

"Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

"...What do you mean? Are you... together?"

Tisiana blinked, looking between the two demi-humans, then at Phield in noble attire, and finally at the vigilant greatsword warriors.

Her brain nearly froze.

In her mind, the situation had been simple: a human noble investigating the monastery, attacked by demi-humans and monsters.

But seeing them standing together unharmed, realization dawned—

This man was a traitor.

"You’re actually working with demi-humans and monsters?!"

Her body swayed as she stepped forward, her long, shapely legs trembling, ready to fight to the death.

"Wait, there’s a misunderstanding."

Realizing the key issue, Phield spoke rapidly, "The demi-humans are my allies. We killed the monsters in the monastery. That’s all."

"Then... what is that extremely sinister aura?"

Tisiana wasn’t easily fooled. Her wary gaze fell on the greatsword warriors.

"Just puppets. The Empire’s Mage Association—and even necromancers—can’t all be evil, right?"

Spreading his hands, Phield explained, "If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have held back just now. Killing you and taking your artifact would’ve been far easier. You were the one who suddenly charged in—my companions reacted naturally."

"...Mm."

She nodded slightly, clearly convinced.

Removing his cloak, Phield stepped forward. "No matter what, you should put something on first."

"My lord, be careful." Ashina immediately followed behind him.

The magnificent wings behind Tisiana trembled slightly—but she didn’t move.

Only then did Phield let out a quiet breath and move to drape the cloak over her.

Suddenly, Tisiana’s pupils shrank violently. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

A black-and-pink intertwined marking surfaced on her shoulder.

"A curse mark?" Phield’s eyes widened in shock. He opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

"A curse... even after purifying myself with a Holy Light prison... it still won’t fade..."

"No... my body... it’s been twisted into this by the curse..."

The next moment, Tisiana collapsed to her knees. Damp stains began to spread across her chest—

And rapidly intensified, completely out of control. A strange fluid kept forming, pooling onto the ground until it gathered into a small puddle.

"...What the hell."

Phield and Ashina both took a step back in shock.

"Miss Nun—uh, I mean... sorry to ask, but... have you already become a mother?"

Sylvia leaned in, craning her neck, her face full of astonishment. On this otherwise ordinary night, her worldview had been shattered again and again.

She had thought humans were only cruel and perverse toward other races—never imagined they could be even worse toward their own kind.

"Damn you... stay back! My body and soul are devoted to the Goddess of Holy Light!"