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

Mien led Phil and Rachel out from behind the stage.

They went together to the meeting room set up in the venue.

On the way, Phil asked, "Chief Mien, the result is in. Lucia has won, and naturally, she has been officially promoted to Saintess of Light. Is there anything else you need to discuss with us?"

Mien smiled and said, "Now that the candidate for the Holy Maiden of Light has been determined, the next step is to prepare for the formal ascension ceremony."

The ascension ceremony is a formal announcement to the entire empire of the succession of the new Holy Maiden, a momentous event that garners widespread attention.

Rachel was in a great mood. Not only had she successfully completed her mission, but she had also received an unexpected bonus. She smiled and said:

"Such large ceremonies are always handled entirely by the Academy of Scholars, and you are the most professional in this field, so of course you can make the decisions. There's nothing you need to ask us."

Phil remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescence, and it was only right that way.

Mien then said, "The promotion ceremony will definitely be handled by the Academy of Scholars, and it won't interfere with your duties. However, there is still one thing I need to discuss with you in advance."

"What is it?"

"That is, the choice of location for this promotion ceremony."

Phil immediately asked in confusion:

"What's there to discuss? Isn't it always within the Holy See of Light in the capital? Telling everyone in the name of the Goddess of Light, accepting the people's prayers and reverence—what other choice do we have?"

Rachel was also somewhat puzzled, but did not refute it.

As they spoke, the three of them had already reached the meeting room door. Mien didn't answer, but simply smiled and extended her hand:

"The specifics are difficult to explain clearly in a short time. Let's go inside and talk about it slowly."

Phil and Rachel exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes. Knowing that the other wasn't playing any tricks, they followed Mien into the house.

I don't understand why it's necessary to discuss a location so extensively for so long.

The three of them took their seats.

The meeting rooms set up inside the competition venue are small and simple, after all, they can't compare to the luxury inside the executive tower.

However, following the tradition of the Academy, documents and thick books covered the entire wall.

Because of the small space, one feels as if they are in a universe of knowledge and theory, experiencing their own insignificance and awe for faith and laws.

Mien had his servants serve tea and refreshments to the three of them, preparing for a long battle.

He began, "As you both know, the promotion of this year's Holy Maiden of Light has been fraught with twists and turns, and most importantly, it has been delayed for ten years."

Phil took a sip of tea: "What does Chief Mien want to say?"

Mien said:

"The reason it has been so long is not because any of us failed to search or nurture properly, but because the Empire has never produced a girl with a qualified Light Resonance."

In other words, this is not something we can decide; it's just that we haven't found qualified candidates to train.

It should be noted that the Cassirer Empire has a population of tens of millions, making this a highly unusual phenomenon.

Upon hearing this, both of them understood what Mien was talking about. They had already heard various speculations and rumors about why the Empire would no longer produce qualified saintesses.

They looked at Mien, wanting to see what inferences he would dare to make.

Mien continued, "And this time, Saint Lucia was not born in one of the great families or ducal territories, but in a remote and deserted Iron Can Street."

This shows that, unseen by us, the blessings and legacy of the Goddess of Light are subtly changing.

"What do you mean?!" Rachel and Phil raised their eyebrows.

Change? What do you want to change to?

What are you implying? What are you trying to do?

Does it also need to conform to certain public opinions?

Mien naturally noticed the strange expressions on their faces, and feeling an itch on her neck, she immediately continued:

"This shows that the blessings of the Goddess of Light are still surging within the Cassirer Empire."

"What do you mean?"

"This means that the Cassirer Empire is about to rise again! To achieve an even more astonishing glory than it did three hundred years ago!"

Huh? Phil and Rachel didn't expect the conclusion to go this far. No wonder they've been the top scholars in the academy for so many years; they still have a drive for improvement.

Phil relaxed and thought to himself: You, Mien, this great scholar, aren't all that noble either; you have some of my style.

With a half-smile, he asked, "Oh? Is that so? Please explain in detail, Chief."

Mien ignored Phil's gaze, maintaining a serious expression, and stood up.

With a wave of his hand, a burst of magic appeared, and a large map of the empire was instantly placed horizontally on the table.

Phil and Rachel straightened up and looked closely, discovering that several locations were outlined with magic and marked with detailed theoretical principles, belief concepts, and local conditions.

I completely misunderstood Rachel's "A Mere Warrior".

Bishop Phil, naturally possessing a solid foundation in theological theory, tried his best to study it, but even after combining it with research on geography, politics, and ancient magic, he found it all a jumbled mess, his eyes filled with stars, and he was defeated.

With a delicate wave of his hand, Mien used a blue magical thread to weave through several city-states and locations, causing the energy within to become active, as if it had come to life.

Like an ocean, several energy currents and whirlpools were formed in the flow of the seawater.

"Hmm, this..."

Phil and Rachel felt somewhat embarrassed because the map subtly challenged their theoretical and administrative abilities, which unfortunately weren't their area of ​​expertise.

Mien explained in a thoughtful and detailed manner:

"This is a study I've spent five whole years doing."

—It actually only took five days.

"I sent researchers to collect information on energy fluctuations, geographical administration, and the composition of magical professions throughout the entire empire. Sure enough, they discovered a certain pattern. By fitting the data using quantitative laws, they determined that there was a certain correlation between them and discovered a predictable directional trend."

—In reality, this kind of crude fitting can fit chocolate and a pile of poop together.

"It is precisely because of the changes in this blessed land and the deviation caused by the present that the Saintess was born after ten years."

Furthermore, if we can align ourselves with this trend and adjust the rituals accordingly, we will surely be able to, with the blessing of the Goddess of Light, once again place the empire in glory!

Rachel cleared her throat and said, "Because of the time constraints, could Chief Mien give us a brief introduction?"

"Of course!" Mien smiled and then explained the research to the two of them.

It is indeed as simple as possible, but Mien made a slight 'embellishment' to his words:

For example, replace "Light Resonance" with "Faith Energy Harmony Level";

Replace "the proportion of extraordinary individuals in the total population of the city-state" with "the frequency of abnormal phenomena occurring among residents of a specific space";

Replace "the distribution of churches of light in the city-state" with "a three-dimensional view construction based on the distribution mode where energy state aggregation points and faith dispersal points coincide"...

The so-called mystery is beyond mystery, the Tao cannot be spoken of, shrouded in clouds and mist.

Rachel listened as if she were listening to an old priest reciting scriptures, and couldn't help but scratch her thigh.

Mien finished introducing his groundbreaking research in one breath, then looked at the two of them expectantly:

"That's about it. What do you two think?"

"it is good."

"very good!"

The two were about to applaud Mien.

"So what are your suggestions regarding the selection of a location for the promotion ceremony?"

Mien said, "We need to change the location for this year's promotion."

Mien waved his hand, channeling the magic he used for the instruction, pointing to a point on the map where energy was converging. The two of them leaned down to look.

"Walgan is the most suitable."

"What?!" the two exclaimed simultaneously.

Bishop Phil was the first to object: "How is this possible?!"

What does it mean if the Holy Maiden of Light of the Empire doesn't get promoted at the Papacy in the capital? There hasn't been such a precedent in three hundred years!

The laws of the empire cannot be changed!