Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 229 - If she had to tell the truth, the image of the saint would be destroyed (1)
Early next morning, Dansui gently woke up Bei Nuan.
"Saint Jiade? Saint Jiade?" Dansui's voice wasn't loud, but she didn't stop calling out until Bei Nuan opened her eyes.
Bei Nuan thought; it wasn't easy being a saint. It was only the crack of dawn, and she had to get out of bed to work. Even the birds were still sleeping in their nests.
Seeing that Bei Nuan was awake, Dansui left the room to call someone over to bring water.
Lu Xingchi was already awake. He was standing by the window and looking at the first rays of dawn in the distant sky.
He walked to the bed and said with a smile, "Saint Jiade, is this the name that Jia Han gave you? Fake saint sounds so odd. Wouldn't it be better to call you the real saint (zhende)?"
"Do you mean Saint Zhende (Joan of Arc)?" Bei Nuan asked.
Lu Xingchi thought it over. "Saint Zhende? That name is pretty good. It sounds much better."
Even Lu Xingchi didn't know about the real Saint Zhende (Joan of Arc). It seemed that Joan of Arc didn't exist in this world.
Bei Nuan vaguely remembered seeing a large and rudimentary map in this novel. Instead of being a continent with many small countries, Europe was a large unified country in this novel. She guessed that the author wanted to create a fictional world, but was too lazy to write the details.
Since Britain and France didn't exist, Joan of Arc was also gone.
Bei Nuan sat up on the bed and stretched her arms out in every direction for a good stretch.
Lu Xingchi hastily took a step back as if he was afraid she would accidentally touch him during her stretching.
Bei Nuan suddenly thought of her magic finger. It was fortunate that she didn't touch him. It would be embarrassing for both of them if Lu Xingchi said his true thoughts.
Dansui led someone that was carrying water into the room.
When Bei Nuan got up from the bed, she noticed that Lu Xingchi's bedding didn't look like it had been touched last night. She was a bit puzzled. How did he sleep last night? Perhaps, he had the good habit of making his bed after waking up. He had always been a very tidy person.
When Bei Nuan was washing up, Dansui stood next to her and reported today's schedule like a CEO's secretary.
"Saint, you'll go out in a while to lead everyone in worshiping the water god, then you'll come back to eat the breakfast that your personal chef prepared for you. After breakfast, you'll divine today's luck with Chief Jiahan to determine the work that the tribe can and can't do today."
Being the saint entailed a lot. They cut her sleep short early in the morning and insisted on waking her up to worship the water god. She felt like an employee clock-in for a morning jog.
"How do we worship the water god?" Bei Nuan naturally didn't know.
Dansui smiled. "Saint, you don't have to worry. Just follow Chief Jia Han's lead."
Dansui had brought over a new set of clothing for Bei Nuan.
This time, it wasn't a white top and white pants. Instead, it was the long white dress that Bei Nuan saw Yawen wear. The fabric was soft, and the workmanship was meticulous. It was significantly better than clothes she had been issued yesterday.
Lu Xingchi saw that she was about to change clothes and left the room, which surprised Dansui. She thought that these two people had slept together last night. Why was he keeping his distance when the saint was just changing her clothes?
After Dansui helped Bei Nuan change her into the new clothing, she offered Bei Nuan a thick and heavy veil.
"Do I have to wear this?" Bei Nuan thought it would be a pain. This thick veil was like a mask. It looked like it would be hard to breathe while wearing it.
"Yes, the prophecy says that wearing a veil will protect the saint from danger," Dansui explained.
Dansui had also brought over a small makeup box. She took out a bunch of makeup - mascara, eyeliner, etc - and was about to start applying makeup on Bei Nuan's eyes.
Bei Nuan was almost at a loss of words. "Does the prophecy also mention this?"
Dansui calmly answered, "A saint needs to seriously paint her eyes and eyebrows in order to bring good fortune in times of adversity."
Bei Nuan: "..." So this was why Yawen was dressed so strangely.
Bei Nuan had long and lush eyelashes to begin with. Dansui was ruthless in her application of mascara; she applied layer after layer of mascara as if she was painting a wall.
After Dansui was done, Bei Nuan felt as if her eyelashes were one kilogram heavier, and two heavy, black fans had appeared out of nowhere on her eyelids. She felt like she could barely open her eyes.
Dansui still wasn't satisfied. She used the eyeliner to thickly outline Bei Nuan's eyes and brushed on eyeshadow for a smokey eye look. For the final step, she brushed Bei Nuan's hair, left part of her hair down, and braided the rest into complicated patterns.
Bei Nuan was very bored while waiting for Dansui to finish doing stuff to her hair, so she took out a band-aid from her pocket space. She wrapped her right index finger with the band-aid and then secretly poked Dansui's waist.
Dansui giggled. "Saint, what are you doing?"
After she finished giggling, she continued seriously arranging Bei Nuan's hair without any compulsion to tell the truth.
Once Dansui was done dressing up Bei Nuan, Bei Nuan was wrapped up in a long dress with a long veil, her eyes resemble a panda bear's eyes, and her over-the-top eyelashes were especially noticeable when she blinked.
Lu Xingchi chuckled when he saw her.
Bei Nuan threateningly narrowed her eyes. "Do you think I look bad?"
With a smile, Lu Xingchi bowed, "The Saint's face is bestowed by the heavens. Your beauty is unparalleled."
His tone was so sincere that she knew right away that he was lying.