The Old Granny was stunned for a moment when she saw Syl, and then she covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled.
"Hahaha, what a cute little girl. What do you mean by 'looking very warm-hearted'... really." Saying so, the Old Granny placed the basket full of bread on the shelf and turned to walk toward the front desk. "Of course, no problem, child."
Perhaps feeling that her greeting was a bit ridiculous herself, Syl's cheeks turned slightly red.
Sorry for not being good at small talk... Soon, the Old Granny walked toward Syl with a porcelain teacup filled with clean water and handed it to Syl with a smile.
"Here you go, little cutie."
"Cough... thank you, old cutie."
Syl's reply drew a light laugh from the Old Granny: "Haha... what a lovely child."
Before drinking, as if by instinct, Syl lightly dipped her right hand into the water, completely ignoring that her hand had just touched dirty river water.
"Hmm... no poison... Holy crap, this hand can even be used to test for poison?" Syl was slightly shocked in her heart.
It seemed the card had many minor abilities that weren't described in detail, or perhaps they were included under the [Calamitous Fate] skill.
Syl also took a look at the skill description for Calamitous Fate.
It essentially provided a high resistance to various poisons and even allowed her to store toxins within her own blood; over time, she could become a humanoid poison gas tank.
Furthermore, the more toxins in her body, the faster her injuries would heal. She could also use her blood as a supreme poison or a life-saving holy medicine, all according to her mood.
So, as a physician, her medicine was all manufactured inside her body... Of course, not being afraid of poison didn't mean true immunity, which was probably why the physician card wanted to test for poison at the start.
After finishing the water, Syl licked her lips with satisfaction and handed the cup back to the Old Granny.
It would have been better if it were hot water, but unfortunately, people of this other world seemed to be like Westerners from her original world—they didn't like drinking plain boiled water.
"Thank you, warm-hearted Old Granny." Syl placed her mask against her chest and thanked the granny once more.
"You're welcome, it's just a simple thing... By the way, you can take some of the bread in the basket. We're closing up anyway, and it can't be kept to sell tomorrow."
The Old Granny continued with a smile, "It was going to be given to some poor homeless people anyway. You're homeless right now too, aren't you, little girl?"
"Uh... I guess so." Syl nodded, her eyes unconsciously drifting toward the basket of bread that wasn't very fresh but still had a strong, delicious aroma.
It looked like bread made in the morning that hadn't sold and was left until evening.
Then I won't be polite.
Syl took off her left glove and picked up a piece of bread with her left hand: "Thank you again, Madam."
"Do you really have nowhere to stay? If you don't mind, you can stay at my house for a while until you find a job. I'm just a lonely old woman anyway." The Old Granny looked at Syl, clearly a bit worried.
"No need, a friend will come to pick me up tomorrow." Syl told a small lie and nodded to the Old Granny, "I'll be going now. Take care, Madam."
Then, Syl took the bread and, ignoring the old woman's further attempts to persuade her, pushed open the shop door and slipped away.
It wasn't that Syl didn't want to accept the old woman's kindness, but she feared that being a magnet for trouble herself, staying at the old woman's house would instead bring trouble to this kind person.
After all, over the past few days, Syl had gained a very clear understanding of her own trouble-prone constitution.
Syl turned into a small side alley right outside the door, holding the bread at the entrance of the alley and eating it in small bites.
So delicious!
After finishing the bread, Syl clapped her hands in satisfaction and put her mask and gloves back on.
No one would imagine that this suspicious figure wearing a silver bird-beak mask was the same beautiful girl who had just been eating like a cute squirrel.
Having eaten and drunk her fill, the next thing to think about was how to safely spend the night. Since it was a strange place, she certainly couldn't sleep.
Then she'd just pull an all-nighter. Getting through tonight would be a victory.
To avoid getting lost in this large city, Syl began to retrace her steps, returning to the sparsely populated district from before. She wandered around, observing the surrounding buildings and pedestrians while waiting for dawn.
Fortunately, Syl's outfit was somewhat intimidating. After wandering for half the night, not a single person dared to cause trouble; no one even dared to make eye contact with her.
Finally, just as Syl's mind was becoming hazy with exhaustion, a sliver of dawn appeared in the sky.
Without a word, Syl began walking toward the city outskirts. Even though it was early morning, the freight carriages on the main road outside the city were still moving in an endless stream.
It really is a big city... After a sigh of admiration in her heart, Syl began to rush toward the Monastery. Passing by the burned-down farmhouse and the cordon, Syl's heart sank slightly.
When Andaman was massacring civilians, the fear in his heart hadn't developed to the point where Syl could make a move; the Clown thought so too.
However, Syl quickly recovered her composure and thought of a new problem.
How should she appear before the Pope?
She couldn't just walk up to the Pope and then transform right in front of her, could she?
After much thought, Syl came up with a good idea. Although it was a bit mean, it was still a good idea—just a bit mean.
Mainly, the mentally exhausted Syl didn't have the energy to devise some perfect plan anymore.
"System... is the Pope back yet? I don't know the time."
"You'll arrive just in time if you walk there now."
"Alright."
After confirming that the Pope would appear at the Monastery, Syl was no longer in a hurry.
Deliberately slowing her pace, Syl rehearsed the upcoming scene in her mind.
There was a small bridge in front of the Monastery with a stream below it. It could be considered a small hidden slope; the situation under the bridge couldn't be seen from the direction of the Monastery.
While repeatedly rehearsing in her heart, Syl had unknowingly walked to the entrance of the Monastery.
"Who are you!" With her strange attire, Syl was obviously stopped by the guarding Paladins.
"Is Pope Sharon here?" Syl asked calmly.
"State your name, intruder!" The two guards pressed closer toward Syl while questioning her.
Clearly, Syl's attire put a lot of pressure on them.
Syl continued, "Go tell the Pope that Syl is in my hands. If she wants Syl back, come find me."
"Shameless kidnapper, so it was you who kidnapped little Syl!?" One of the Paladins raised her longsword and shouted, "Hank! Go inform Her Holiness the Pope! She just returned and shouldn't have gone far! I'll hold this person off!"
The Paladin named Hank immediately understood, turned around in a 'righteous retreat,' and went straight to find the Pope.
"You think you can stop me..." Syl gave a sinister laugh and then casually threw a table knife. The handle hit the Paladin's helmet, making him blink for a moment.
By the time he opened his eyes and prepared to charge, Syl had already run far away.
"Stop!" The enraged Paladin began to charge toward Syl, but Syl jumped directly under the bridge and disappeared from his sight.
Having reached the underside of the bridge, Syl hurriedly took out her original saintess card: "Transform."
Space distorted, and a blood-covered Syl appeared in the stream. The originally clear water was tinged with a hint of blood.
"Shit... Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain!!!" Before Syl could even strike a pose, she fainted from the pain.