I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

"Perhaps the fate of someone like me is to starve to death on the streets..." Luya, a homeless girl wrapped in filthy clothes, was somewhat dazed from days of hunger. "How about becoming a saintess of the Holy See?" Suddenly, Mien, the highest scholar of the Cassil Empire, stood before her, smiling. "What?... A saintess?" Luya weakly opened her eyes. "Yes." "A saintess?... Me?... " Luya was incredulous, her eyes widening to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. "Yes." ... Inside the Holy See. Luya, dressed in pristine white robes, was as bright and pure as a lily. Except for the festering scar beside her left eye, which remained on her pretty, youthful face. "I... can someone like me really become a saintess?... " Mien smiled, "But I feel it's sacred!" — In the 302nd year of the Cassil Empire, the once incomparably prosperous continental "Lighthouse" began its slow decline. Internal strife intensified, with the royal family and the Holy See fiercely vying for power. As the death knell for the lower classes begins to emerge, people are slowly and gradually drowning in sorrow, like frogs being boiled in water. The Holy Maiden of Light, the last bastion of hope for the people, has gone nearly ten years without a suitable successor. Meanwhile, Mien, the head of the Academy of Scholars, independent of the infighting within the empire's upper echelons, finds a young girl during an investigation of an anomaly and is nearly killed. This is a story about their efforts to save the Cassirer Empire from the top down.