Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

War cyclops wielding massive battering rams were scattered throughout the entire army formation.

Under the dim sky, a group of jet-black dragons gathered into a dark cloud...

In contrast to the demon race's racial advantage, the Church, composed of humans, was bathed in holy light.

Warriors blessed by the gods possess a divine light that can subdue all evil.

Paladins, Faith Warriors, Dragon Slayers, Healing Priests, and Chanting Priests who buff all friendly units with hymns—their main focus is on Holy Light cleansing.

"The glory of God will be spread throughout the earth!"

"Crush these charlatans!"

The two sides clashed on the central plains amidst roars.

While soldiers clash, the elite combatants also have their own responsibilities: they will deal with the enemy's elite combatants.

After riding her undead skeletal horse into the battlefield, Arena soon encountered her target: a solemn and dignified paladin commander.

He was shrouded in heavy armor of platinum and gold, holding a sharp spear, with the red tassel on his crown fluttering, and his body radiating holy light, making him exceptionally heroic.

High Paladin Scott.

For a unit that relies on faith to transform its combat power, the more and more intense the holy light surrounding its body during battle, the purer its faith and the stronger its strength.

"It's him..." Arena said to herself.

Although this battle was not large in scale, it was still fiercely fought, with rivers of blood flowing.

The corpses of humans and demons covered the earth, and the sky was filled with countless dead souls and vengeful spirits that were trapped by them and unable to escape.

During a remote conversation with the Demon King's magic orb, Arena stated that she had completed her goal of testing her strength, but she wanted to continue experimenting with some skills in actual combat, so she would not return to the Demon King's castle for the time being.

This was not Domi's instruction, but Arena's own idea.

She also needs to constantly hone her combat skills.

Although she had severely injured Scott with overwhelming force, she suffered a great loss in combat skills, which is why she was unable to finish him off quickly and was delayed for quite some time.

With this level of skill, it's impossible for them to continue following Lord Dominic in the future.

That's why she wanted to stay on the battlefield; the battlefield and the marketplace have always been the best places to train people.

Morey and May have been involved in the business world for years, and now 22-year-old May can be described as a powerful figure in the business world.

At 14, Morey was too young to play a supporting role behind the scenes for May. In fact, he was the one with business acumen, but what did it matter? The two had a clear division of labor.

When people see Mei now, looking like a noblewoman, no one would guess that she used to be a beast of burden in an adventure team.

A few days later, news of the great victory over the demons at the front lines reached the Theocracy. Of course, the Theocracy always reported great victories and great defeats, only reluctantly calling it a 'minor victory' when they were short of money and needed to raise funds from their citizens.

However, the constant influx of wounded soldiers from outside the city made the nearby residents feel that this victory might be quite hard-won...

One of the soldiers was not seriously injured, but his mental state became extremely disordered.

Lying on the stretcher, his hands and feet were twitching, and he kept muttering things like "repentance" and "die," like a mental patient whose electroconvulsive therapy had failed.

As the leader of the Paladin Order, Scott has an extremely high priority on medical care.

After he was sent back to the Papacy, the Vatican sent its best doctors to treat him.

The physical injuries were treated, but his mental state remained confused.

"How is Scott?"

The only cardinal in his late middle age from the Vatican also personally visited the sanatorium.

Seeing the soldier struggling in bed, he naturally hoped that Scott could recover soon and be free from the torment of illness.

At this moment, a large group of doctors were gathered around the bedside discussing the treatment plan. The highly respected doctor in charge of treating Scott approached the archbishop and reported with a grim expression:

“Archbishop, Scott’s physical wounds have healed, and we’ve also treated the hidden dangers he suffered from years of fighting. However, his mental injuries are severe and unusual, and ordinary methods are simply ineffective.”

The attending physician's expression grew even more serious: "I suspect that Scott has been affected by a mind-controlling technique used by succubi."

The archbishop's expression changed drastically upon hearing this: "Are you talking about that guy from back then..."

“That’s right, it’s probably just as you think. If it weren’t for someone like that saintess, Scott would probably be close to death.”

"The succubus race has produced yet another such figure... Putting that aside, how much longer does Scott have to live?"

"Based on previous cases, it should take about three more days, since it took longer to bring them back from the front lines this time."

The archbishop pondered for a while before nodding:

"I see……"

"Does the archbishop have someone in mind?" the attending physician couldn't help but ask.

The bishop turned and walked towards the door, saying as he went:

"The Vatican is no longer the same as it used to be. I will gather pure-hearted people from all over the country, and then train them to become the second her..."

"But there's far too little time."

“I know that Scott’s death may have been inevitable, but he still brought us crucial information, and I want to prepare for future soldiers who will suffer such injuries.”

Chapter 158, Section 157: Behold the Miracle!

The Vatican did not disclose Scott's injuries, only stating that they were mental health issues and calling on people across the country who were confident in their ability to treat mental illnesses to come and try.

Before summoning the entire nation, the Vatican also sought out all the saints currently residing in the Holy See to treat him, but the results were unsatisfactory, or rather, there was no progress at all.

As the archbishop said, the Vatican is no longer the same as it used to be; people's hearts have changed, and pure hearts are even harder to find in a thousand years.

The Vatican immediately shut down the matter, as they could not allow the Vatican's authority to be damaged, before releasing the information to the public.

The nuns in the convent also saw the relevant report.

As part of the Holy Kingdom of St. Ifamur, the nuns naturally had the opportunity to go and try.

Almost anytime, anywhere, Domi could hear people discussing this matter. Through the spread of rumors, it seemed that as long as the Paladin Commander was healed, one could become a saint or saint.

In any case, its importance has undoubtedly been highly sanctified.

Some even took it as a test from the Vatican, a way to select those with pure hearts!

This person has quite the imagination, but they also stumbled upon half of what they said.

Regardless, amidst the surging public opinion, this matter has already attracted the attention of most of the nation, demonstrating its significant importance.

Whether or not they ultimately become saints, being hailed as saints by the people is a foregone conclusion.

Within a single day, countless volunteers went to the sanatorium to give it a try.

Every attempt failed. Scott continued his violent convulsions, and his condition was worsening over time. He would often foam at the mouth, and his eyes would roll upwards in a terrifying manner, making him look like a zombie...

This scene terrified the nuns who had been just trying their luck, and they scrambled out of the ward, still shaken when they returned to the convent.

The vivid description startled the young nuns.

Domi's best friend is her friend. As Domi's roommate, Julia immediately found Jefel, who was chatting with Domi in the classroom, after hearing the news:

"Jeful, listen to me..."

"So you'd better not go. It wouldn't be good if you caught the same disease!"

Domi was standing nearby. Hearing this, she glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and thought to herself, "You little girl, you just love to meddle in other people's business."

However, Jef is still a good girl who listens to her own words.

I was planning to go now anyway. Domi was just talking to her about the details, so there's no way I can not go now.

She looked at Julia and said softly, "I want to go. Perhaps it's something only I can do."

Jefel didn't know that this person was crippled by Domi's men. Domi only told her that if she wanted to save him from the brink of death, perhaps only she could do it. Just like helping other classmates, adults can also be helped.

For Jef, only by knowing nothing can she wholeheartedly help others with the purest mindset; this is a necessary step in the plan.

Her soft words were like a bomb dropped into the deep sea, causing all the other girls in the class to turn their heads and look at her.

Everyone liked Jefel very much, so they didn't want her to get the same disease and gathered around to persuade her:

"It's too dangerous, let's not go. There are so many powerful people in the Vatican, they can definitely cure Captain Scott."

“Yes, Jefel, although you are favored by the gods, abilities are something that needs to be accumulated over time. Even if you go, it might not be of any use…”

Because of rumors that people might contract the same disease, few folk healers dare to go there anymore; only doctors who know the truth remain on the front lines providing treatment.

"I appreciate everyone's kind intentions, but I have to go, otherwise I will definitely regret it."

Jefel can be stubborn sometimes, as stubborn as a bull. Once she makes a decision, no one in the class can change her mind.

Left with no other choice, everyone decided to accompany her, hoping to boost her confidence. If they could actually save her, that would be even better.

After learning the reason, their supervising nun granted everyone leave, and the group headed to the sanatorium in a grand procession.

Upon arrival, they were told that only those who wanted to try could go in, and everyone else had to stay outside. So they watched as Jef went in.

Domi gave her a reassuring look and whispered to her in his mind:

"You just need to do your best, don't worry about failure or anything like that."

"Okay, I'm off then..."

We entered the sanatorium and arrived at Scott's ward.

At that moment, several doctors were still discussing something nearby.

Now they have given up on figuring out how to save Scott and are instead trying to prolong his life.

Cardinal Roderick was also there.

As someone second only to the Pope, in charge of the Papacy's military affairs, and standing shoulder to shoulder with the White Archbishop in charge of internal affairs, Roderick, even with his official duties, would still make time to visit Scott.

The two were actually in a superior-subordinate relationship.

Roderick was his superior, and he also remembered this young man who had risen to the position of Grand Master of the Holy Knights.

I remember the last time we met, I personally presented him with a medal of honor.

But who would have thought that this promising, steadfast, and pure-hearted child would be abandoned by him, left to struggle in his sickbed? He couldn't bear it and lamented his own powerlessness.

How ironic that someone with such immense power could be found throughout the entire country without anyone capable of curing him.