When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1101 Horn's Holy Word
Ever since that great dream, Horn has been studying the ways of divine arts.

Despite his busy official duties, he would set aside at least an hour each day to practice.

Whether it's necromancy, alchemy, or divine magic, all of them require practice.

When the priests have free time, they like to play games like throwing stones or archery.

Divine spells mostly appear in the form of orbs of light and flames. Flames are mostly used for short-range casting, while orbs of light are mostly used for long-range casting.

Although it doesn't rely on arm strength and willpower to throw spells like a wizard, mind lock doesn't follow the movement of objects.

In other words, if the divine orb is not thrown properly, it could very well result in a situation like Bonard accidentally blessing the enemy army, just like in the Battle of Little Muddy Gully.

Unlike the priests, Horn's practice did not require throwing stones.

His holy power was comparable to that of the ocean; throwing out a dozen orbs of light in succession was as easy as playing around.

After sitting on the ground to recover for a while, you can continue immediately.

Yes, ever since the gem was placed on his chest, Horn has finally been able to feel the immense holy power within him.

He would have been moved to tears if there hadn't been many other people around him.

We got off at the shooting range outside the mountain villa, which is Horn's Papal Shooting Range.

This open wasteland was surrounded by layers of fences and watchtowers, and only the Guards regiment could enter and exit the area.

The fact that the Pope can use divine magic remains a top-secret secret within the Holy Alliance.

Despite the fact that the Pope might use magic, it was still encouraging news for the public.

But Horn considered that the fervent adoration he received from the people was already enough, and there was no need to add fuel to the fire.

Instead, we should release this message if the Holy Alliance encounters something in the future and its morale falls into a slump.

Although the timing was different, the results were vastly different.

What medicine should I drink when I'm at full health?

As for what he saw while he was asleep, he only told the four saintesses.

Horn remained tight-lipped about the rest of the visitors.

The old elders, including Sangpo, have always believed that Horn returned from heaven, and that this was probably a gift from his maternal grandfather to his son and grandson.

For traditional believers like Keshri, their worldview was about to collapse.

So it turns out you're the real grandson of your Holy Father?
Leaving aside Sherley's situation, Horn had already arrived at the designated shooting range.

After changing into casual clothes, Horn stretched his muscles and then went to the front of the training ground.

Ten targets were erected about thirty to one hundred meters in front of him.

In each target, a rabbit was placed to test the results of the divine magic.

Horn spread his arms wide, and a faint light began to shine from his pupils, a common occurrence when wizards use spells.

When Horn's pupils first glowed, it was because he was using alchemy or an orogen clockwork.

But at this moment, it was as if a filter had risen before their eyes, shrouding all living things in a thin mist of light.

The trees and animals were covered with a layer of light mist, which was even more conspicuous and solid for monks or priests.

Almost all the light fog was white, but Horn occasionally saw other colors, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

This has no difference from magical power or whether someone is a magician. Sometimes, even small animals will have that bright color flash by.

But now was not the time to lose focus. He calmed himself and began to sense.

Flames danced, and the skin felt slightly cool, as if something was flowing on it.

Before long, a visible mist of light began to spread from the emerald on his chest, spreading along his body surface.

As it spread to his palm, the faint mist of light burst into flames, as if converging into a vortex, and a ball of light the size of a watermelon suddenly floated in front of Horn.

Soon, Horn locked onto a target and fired at that location.

Unlike the wobbly orbs of divine light held by many priests, the orb of light from the Holy Grandson rose high like a mortar and landed precisely on the target.

Then, roughly every minute, Horn would fire a ball of light that hit the target.

The rabbits, who had been listless from being forced to run and mate, instantly perked up. After firing continuously, Horn, like the previous rabbits, became somewhat listless, but he could also feel the aura around his body rapidly recovering.

For this body, his current magical power should have reached its limit.

However, judging from the increasingly rapid rate of mana recovery, Horn knew that this kind of practice was quite useful.

After casting his divine spell more than a dozen times, Horn was hunched over, his hands supporting his knees, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Looking at the panting Saint Grandson, Catherine helplessly handed him a towel: "Is it necessary to practice like this every day?"

“Yes, of course.” Horn straightened up and wiped the sweat from his face with a hot towel. “Judging from the situation at the royal court, there’s even more!”

Petit, who was following Horn, coughed twice: "Your Majesty, I know you want to go back to the battlefield, but to be honest, we do not want you to be on the front lines."

The Privy Councillors had discussed this issue with Horn many times.

Horn has no sons to this day, and the entire Holy Union's two capitals and twenty-four counties rest on the shoulders of the Holy Grandson.

He might enjoy fighting on the battlefield, but if something were to happen, the Holy Alliance would be in serious trouble.

The Holy Alliance was short of soldiers and generals, so he had to personally lead the troops to fight the enemy time and time again.

But now, with the establishment of the military academy system, generation after generation of officers have entered the military.

Talented commoners from all over the empire who were once neglected are now flocking to the Holy Alliance; it's not like it used to be.

Unless it's a truly formidable opponent, everyone hopes that Horn will stay home and have more children.

Otherwise, if they get scratched or scraped, the overwhelming public opinion could drown out the general in command.

“I know you’re having a hard time,” Horn continued, stretching out his arms. “I’m having a hard time too. Everyone’s having a hard time, which means no one is having a hard time.”

"Sophistry!" Catherine took Horn's hot towel, but tacitly approved of his actions.

Horn was also unable to explain Petit's lack of understanding.

Based on the scenes he saw in his dream, he was not involved in some low-magic world.

A civilization or colony capable of traversing the universe was destroyed here.

The waters are deep, and Horn might not be able to handle them.

Your extraordinary abilities, if practiced now, might actually come in handy in the future.

Moreover, Horn's divine magic is different from other divine magic.

"Alright, let's switch to practicing sacred words."

After resting, the exhaustion and dizziness subsided, and Horn stood up straight again.

With arms outstretched, a ball of light shot out once more, but this time, before it was launched, Horn suddenly looked up: "Gunner, move forward five meters!"

The ball of light traveled a full mile before landing right in the middle of a group of guards warriors.

The rising heat washed over everyone, sweeping away all their unease, anxiety, and fatigue in an instant.

At the same time, following the sphere of light, a sound rang in everyone's ears simultaneously.

"The gunner moved forward five meters."

Despite the puddle in front of them, upon hearing Horn's voice, the two rows of musketeers immediately stepped forward and entered the puddle.

Seeing the squad suddenly shrink in size, Horn knew something was wrong. He wanted to order them to retreat, but he couldn't immediately condense a ball of light.

"damn it."

Horn clapped his slightly numb hands. This newly developed divine spell was currently only usable by him.

The spell will be called "Holy Word" for now, but Horn prefers to call it "Micro-management".

Because its essence is simply to seal a sentence in a divine magic orb and then launch it—it's that simple.

However, judging from the current results, it seems more like a double-edged sword.

However, this is a double-edged sword, which doesn't mean it's useless. Horn clapped his hands: "Bring me my binoculars, let's continue!"

"You don't need to practice for too long." Catherine picked up a report, humming a little tune as she sat down to the side. "There's a meeting later, and don't forget Schlinman's report on Spider Silk!"

(End of this chapter)