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Chapter 444. The Story of the Third Cycle [3 Reincarnations] (21)

Because the idea of ​​joining the Papacy had taken root in her mind, Vera began to work silently toward that goal.

The most important part of hard work is, of course, learning—and she has never lacked a love for learning.

In her first life, she lived by the sea and read by the light of a lighthouse. Because she couldn't afford new books, she could only read the old books on her brother's bookshelf over and over again, until the pages were worn rough from her constant rubbing.

In her second life, she met a wealthy young man from the gambling tycoon's family. He was generous and magnanimous, not only letting her buy any books she wanted, but also giving her a small lamp specifically for reading at night.

So she studied even harder. Often, while the boy next door, wearing a top hat, was already breathing evenly and even starting to mumble in his sleep, the light in her window was still on, illuminating the silhouette of her bent over her studies.

Those readings, soaked in the long years and sweat, have precipitated into her profound knowledge and quick wit, and have also cultivated in her a heart that is always striving upwards and never tiring.

Now, in order to infiltrate the Papacy, she dug out that old book on ancient aristocratic grammar and practiced the ancient and elegant tone and manners over and over again, staring at the yellowed pages.

Time passed silently in the recitation, and the day of the selection of the saint finally arrived.

With her elegant and dignified aristocratic accent and naturally calm demeanor, Vera made it through the preliminary and semi-final rounds to the final test.

The final test is a test of psychic abilities.

Vera felt a little unsure—she had never actually tested her psychic abilities.

When it was her turn, she took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and slowly placed her palm on the cool testing stone in the center of the hall.

The next second—

A burst of brilliance.

The entire hall was enveloped in a dazzling light, a light so pure and intense, like the brightest beam of light at the break of dawn, illuminating every corner.

At first, there was complete silence, then someone gasped in surprise:

"Level 10...it's Level 10 Spirit Summoning!"

"Maximum level in the Innate Realm—this is the maximum level in the Innate Realm!"

Vera covered her mouth in surprise.

The book said that luck would favor every hardworking child. She thought it was just motivational fluff, but she never expected that one day she would also become one of the people favored by the god of luck.

And so, on that day, the new saint was chosen, and Delis Vera became the new Holy Lady.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly afterward. She walked to the high platform and heard the bells of the God of Light ring. The golden rain she had seen in the second cycle fell on her head this time.

The crowd below cheered and raised their arms, while she, dressed in a white robe, raised the scepter that symbolized the power of a saint.

On the day the celebration ended, blessings and gifts from various realms arrived from all directions, carried by carrier pigeons.

Among a sea of ​​pure white feathers, Vera spotted a dull-looking black raven.

She opened the window and let the crow in alone, then took a black envelope from its leg. The envelope was printed with a black and gold divine emblem.

This was clearly a letter from her brother, the Deathly Priest.

Upon opening the envelope, the first thing I saw was my brother's doodle—a triangular fireworks tube. He had used all the solemn and dignified gold paint from the Temple of Deathly Silence to paint the golden fireworks shooting out from the tube.

Vera found it somewhat amusing, and continued reading, where she saw her brother's elegant and soothing handwriting:

[Your Highness Delis Vera, my dear sister:]
Congratulations to Her Highness Saintess Delis Vera on her successful succession! May the glorious power of light prosper forever.

Seeing that you are living well, I am relieved. If you need any help in the future, please feel free to contact your brother.

—Priest Edric of the Temple of Deathly Silence

The letter from her brother was short but sincere. Vera could tell from the solid gold confetti filling in the letter, with no overflowing color, that Edric had taken it very seriously.

She also wrote a simple reply, but Vera didn't hand-draw a picture; instead, she piled up beautiful packaging.

The black raven set off carrying her heavy letters, and Vera got down to business.

She insisted on becoming a saint to infiltrate the Vatican, actually wanting to use the saint's name to further promote her grassroots medical care.

The faith in the Goddess Aoba is currently only spreading within chain pharmacies, but she wants to open a legitimate clinic at the grassroots level.

Her experiences in her previous two lives told her that without a proper identity, it would be extremely difficult to accomplish this.

However, if one is a saintess of the Holy See of Light, then everything becomes simple.

Under the guise of a charity, Vera established numerous small clinics in working-class areas, especially slums.

They don't have grand buildings like hospitals; they might just be dilapidated shacks with plastic sheeting. But the healers inside are followers of the Blue Leaf God, possessing true healing powers. Their treatments are several times more effective than Rose Medicine, yet cost only a fraction of its price.

Rose Medical had already transitioned to providing aristocratic medical services, so Vera's small clinic opened without any obstacles and with remarkable ease.

This is the first time in her two lifetimes that she has opened her own clinic.

Seeing more and more Grandma Qingye, Uncle Qingye, Aunt Qingye, Brother Qingye, etc. appearing in the community.

Vera knew that her step was absolutely right; she had finally brought the power of healing to a wider, more grassroots population.

Time passed day by day, and the Celebration of Light arrived once again.

According to custom, on the day of the Celebration of Light, all the gods under the God of Light and all the nobles in the realm of faith must attend the ceremony.

At that time, the Holy Maiden of Light will appear holding a golden holy grail and throw it at a young nobleman present.

The one who obtains the Holy Grail is essentially granted the approval of the God of Light and will directly win the struggle for succession within the family.

The Holy Grail is usually tossed to the person whose succession is already virtually certain.

Before the celebration, Vera also received countless letters from nobles, each one earnest, hoping to receive the Holy Grail's favor at the ceremony.

"Splash—"

Golden rain fell from the sky during the celebration.

Vera, dressed in a plain white robe, sat on the float and looked out through the swaying curtains, where she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd.

—That's Miss Sylvia from the Vulcan Domain.

She stood quietly at the back of the family procession, with her radiant older brother and sister in front of her.

The little girl clutched the hem of her skirt, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

The letters that had piled up on Vera's desk before the celebration, with their respectful wording, suddenly vanished from her mind.

She could only recall the heavy money bag from the first cycle of reincarnation, and the carriage that took her in and then quietly saw her off in the second cycle.

"Splash—"

An even grander shower of golden rain swept across the land.

Vera suddenly pushed open the car window and threw the Holy Grail in her hand directly at Sylvia.

"call------"

In the sea of ​​people, the little girl who was originally just an accessory was stunned.

She was still young and had no power in the family; the position of successor was a distant dream that she dared not even look up to.

I am here today merely to accompany my elder brother and sister, to watch them reach out and accept the Holy Grail, and to share in the glory that belongs to the protagonist.

She had already accepted the trajectory of her future.

Like countless other children from collateral branches, they were arranged to marry into other families, gradually fading from the view of power and becoming a quiet background figure.

Her life was destined to be uneventful and bleak, like an insignificant supporting role on a stage, merely there to highlight the brilliance of others.

Until this moment.

The Holy Grail, shimmering with golden light in the sunlight, seemed to suddenly sprout wings, sweeping over all the raised arms, past the illustrious nobles in the front row, and over those destined to shine within their families—

Just as she subconsciously raised her hands, they landed gently in her arms, perfectly positioned.

Like the only light on a stage, it illuminated her without warning.

Voices, brilliance, fluttering gold leaf... everything around suddenly fell silent.

She held the Holy Grail tightly, as if she were holding onto a tomorrow she had never dared to hope for.

Sylvia's eyes gradually reddened.

Golden light flowed from between her delicate fingers, as if the wheel of fate was being gently yet resolutely turned at this moment.

That spotlight, which had always followed others, finally shone directly on the dim hem of her dress in that instant.

The story of the third playthrough is almost over.