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

"Hey……"

He sighed.

Just then, the guard at the door brought in another 'volunteer'.

Roderick didn't even glance at it, because he had seen too many people fail and had little hope; looking at it would be pointless.

The doctors were used to it, and simply made some space before continuing their discussion.

Jefle frowned slightly. She disliked working in noisy environments, so she walked to the bedside and whispered to the doctors:

"Could you please be quiet for a moment? I need to receive treatment."

The doctors paused for a moment, then fell silent. This was the first time someone had asked them to shut up. Usually, people who came in for a trial didn't dare ask the doctors to do anything; they would start trying immediately, and if it didn't work, they would leave and move on to the next person. The doctors would just discuss things amongst themselves.

However, this 'challenger' seemed a little different; they were also curious and eager to see what kind of miracle the nun could bring them…

Jafle gently placed her hand on Scott's forehead, carefully sensing his mental fluctuations.

His expression changed slightly, and his mental fluctuations were like an electrocardiogram on a rollercoaster, experiencing tremendous stimulation.

Under such intense and prolonged stimulation, a mental breakdown was only a matter of time.

She immediately found the root cause of the illness, although this was the same root cause that some people could also find.

To treat this, we must first remove the stimulus, and then calm his out-of-control mental state.

It sounds simple, but it's not simple at all.

Jefur clasped her hands together, and the divine power within her emanated outwards, penetrating Scott's spiritual world.

Even with the divine power boost, Jeifer's total energy is still less than Scott's own; this power is merely a drop in the ocean.

However, that strong divinity worked 200% of the way under Jef's simple desire to save people, and actually managed to calm Scott's violent reaction a little!

This is the first time!

The doctors all stared wide-eyed, shouting "Angelica Popo..."

Even Roderick, who had been bowing his head in repentance, looked at the hospital bed and Jefel, who was standing beside it in a black and white nun's habit.

At that moment, he seemed to be hallucinating, as if the legendary saint etched in the history of the Papacy had appeared again, standing right in front of him.

He slowly stood up, trembling all over, wanting to witness another miracle.

But Jefel seemed to be struggling; suppressing even a portion of the stimulation caused her to break out in a cold sweat, indicating that she had already exerted all her strength.

Roderick desperately wanted to lend all his strength to this brave and pure nun, but in reality, he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

Meanwhile, outside the sanatorium.

The nuns who had come with him were now offering prayers together, while Domi gazed at the distant clock tower, silently counting in his mind.

Calculating the time, it was about time, so he thought to himself:

"Public display activated! Target designated—Jeffel!"

At the same time the prayer skill was activated, a tremendous power surged within Jefel's body in the ward, like an ocean of light.

Even the archbishop exclaimed "Holy crap!" upon seeing this power.

A sacred aura permeated the ward, making it seem as if this was the most holy center of the Holy Kingdom.

The ancient god opened his golden pupils and looked at the pure girl with loving eyes.

"The God of Glory..."

Looking at the phantom of the god, Roderick seemed to have figured something out. Perhaps that vast power was what the god had given to the little girl because he was moved by her.

The last person to achieve this was that saintess who was considered the strongest in history.

The nun's robes fluttered without wind, and the holy light made Jephel appear like a new deity.

This scene made the opposing medical team kneel down in disbelief. All that scientific medicine and health preservation had to bow down to theology!

With the help of this power, Japhle's feelings were finally conveyed to Scott, who was caught in the chaos.

In the boundless darkness and shrieks, he seemed to see a faint light in the distance, and a gentle yet powerful voice told him—

"Don't give up..."

"Walk towards the light..."

"I will definitely save you!"

At that moment, Scott used his last bit of strength to run toward the light, even though the shrill sound pierced his eardrums and countless thorns tore his body to shreds.

It was his own will to survive and the light of that stranger that kept him going!

"I want to...live!"

Outside, Scott's convulsions were getting more and more intense, and he was constantly foaming at the mouth.

The doctors were getting anxious; why was the condition getting worse despite their treatment?

They were about to stop Jef, but were immediately terrified by Roderick's gaze:

"Let her do it; this is Scott's last chance to survive."

The next second, a scream like that of a female ghost gradually echoed in the ward, turning the entire ward into a hellish place.

Roderick's expression was grave: "The source of the irritant is being expelled..."

The 'curse' from Arena was rapidly dissolving in the environment surrounded by holy light.

Actually, we've already accomplished half the task at this point, because getting the stimulus requires an innocent and pure heart, but once we get it, the rest will be much easier.

Soon, Jefle 'killed' the stimulant, and Scott finally stopped convulsing or foaming at the mouth.

However, his face remained pale, and he occasionally had nightmares.

Next, it was time to soothe his soul.

Jefur placed her warm hand on his forehead, just as she had done at the beginning of the diagnosis.

The warmth from his hands, along with the bright light, shone into Scott's post-war mental world, repairing every single wall and tile...

In the last minute before his public display of divine intervention ended, Scott opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a nun with long, clear hair like the sky and a smile as bright as the sun.

His parched lips parted slightly, and a weak voice escaped from deep within his throat:

"Please...please tell me...your name..."

In his last moments of lucidity, he vaguely heard a name—Jeff.

What a great name...

That was his final thought, and then he fainted again, but he'll probably be fine when he wakes up next time.

Jef was exhausted, but as long as she helped others, she was happy.

After she finished, she turned to leave, but Roderick stopped her:

"Miss Jefel, are you a novice nun at the Radiant Monastery?"

“Yes,” Jefel looked up at the strange old man, puzzled. “Is there something you need?”

"Ah, it's like this. Do you wish to become a saintess of the Holy See? If so, I will make you a saintess no matter what. I swear in the name of Cardinal Roderick!"

Saintess, Cardinal!

The old man sitting to the side is actually a cardinal?! And he wants to make her a saint?!

Although this would achieve Domi's goal in one step, it was a big leap, and she wasn't sure if there were any pitfalls, so she tactfully said:

"Um... please give me some time, I need to discuss it with my family."

"Yes, I understand. Please think it over carefully. If you don't become a saintess, it will be a loss for the Holy See and even the world."

After coming out, Domi immediately went up to ask what happened, and after hearing what happened, he was immediately stunned.

What the hell? The archbishop witnessed the miracle firsthand, and then immediately made her a saint? What kind of wish-fulfillment plot is this?

"Shouldn't you accept it on the spot?"

Jefel said warily, "My lord, you have told me that if someone is being overly helpful, they must have ulterior motives. I don't want to help someone who wants to harm me for no reason."

Chapter 159, Section 158: Let's all flip the table!

Later, Jeifer accepted Cardinal Roderick's invitation to become a 'preparatory saint,' and even held an announcement ceremony in the ceremonial hall of the Radiant Women's Convent.

Now the whole city knows that the angelic nun is about to become the next saint.

However, the reserves are ultimately just reserves.

The positions of the twelve saints are fixed because the God of Glory bestowed unique authority upon twelve special robes.

There are only twelve robes, so there are only twelve seats; the number cannot be increased or decreased.

That's why, before her death, the Goblin Saintess also thought of returning her robes to the Papacy.

Otherwise, there will be one less seat permanently.

This brings us to the incident of the Goblin Maiden's expulsion.

According to this account, before expelling the saintess, her religious robes would be stripped off, and she would be forced to leave the house penniless.

However, this was not the case with the Goblin Saintess; she left wearing her priestess robes.

Would the Vatican allow a sinful saint who deserves expulsion to leave with only twelve robes? That would be tantamount to destroying its own foundation...

The only explanation for this illogical situation is that there are still unknown secrets behind it.

Closer to home.

After Jefle became a candidate for sainthood, she became almost a spiritual leader in the convent, and her prestige soared.

Meanwhile, Scott, the paladin commander who had been saved by Jefle, after recovering to a considerable extent, first went to Roderick and resigned from his position as commander.

They then arrived at the Radiant Women's Convent, where, without a word, in the dining hall in full view of everyone, he pledged his allegiance to Jefel, wanting to become her guardian knight.

This drew envious glances from the onlookers.

Guardian Knight...