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

"Chief Mien is right. This matter has nothing to do with the royal family, so we won't trouble Your Highness Rachel."

I will personally dispatch the Holy Knights of the Church of Light to garrison the area.

Rachel raised an eyebrow: "What is Bishop Phil talking about? Are you saying the Saintess's ascension has nothing to do with the Imperial Family?"

Just as they were about to start arguing, Mien stepped in to smooth things over:

"There's no need for you two to argue. Both the Imperial Army and the Holy Knights are forces that our Academy desperately needs. Either one can play a role in maintaining stability."

"What does Chief Namien mean?"

Mien gave an awkward laugh, placing himself in a subordinate position: "I know nothing about military deployment. I think you should discuss this matter yourselves; I won't interfere."

The two glared at each other.

Rachel said, "I will consult His Majesty Lyonte on this matter; there is no need to make a decision immediately."

Mien wondered: Is that old codger still alive? He hadn't seen him in over a decade, nor had he ever heard of him personally interfering in anything.

Rachel dared to ask him for permission; did the Emperor side with Rachel?

With no further information to glean, Mien stopped thinking about it.

Given the complex political situation, let's take it one step at a time.

Bishop Phil retorted, "Then naturally His Majesty the Emperor should truly represent the royal family of the Cassil Empire."

Mien escorted the two of them all the way out of the Academy.

…………

August took Lucia to Mien's office in the administration tower, and after making the arrangements, he busied himself with some other matters.

Lucia sat obediently on the stool, waiting, looking out the window at the exceptionally blue sky.

She had achieved an absolute victory without a doubt, but she was still waiting, waiting for Mien to give her the real reward for her victory.

How well have I done? My heart is still inexplicably hanging in mid-air.

After a while, August returned to the room after finishing his business. He bowed slightly and said:

"Your Holiness."

Lucia was startled by those four words and August's actions.

"Lord Mien asked me to tell you that he will be back soon."

"Professor August, please don't call me that..."

August said, "Saintess Lucia, you'll need to get used to it from now on."

The voice was very gentle, but the face always had the same expression, like a playing card.

Lucia shrugged helplessly. She now understood that the moment she defeated Funila, she had become a saintess trusted by the empire.

However, this feeling was still very vague. I was still wearing a big academic robe and was an ordinary student here. This identity made me feel more at ease and comfortable.

I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to adapt in a short time...

The door was suddenly opened, and Mien had returned without anyone noticing. Lucia smiled and was about to bow.

But then they heard Mien respectfully say, "Holy Maiden."

Then, like August, he performed the church rites.

Lucia almost fell off the stool.

Mien naturally did not need to show respect or bow to the saintess; the chief of the academy of scholars was above the saintess.

However, according to the old imperial customs, it is also reasonable to perform church rituals in front of the Papacy or the Goddess of Light.

Lucia couldn't help but wonder if her teacher was deliberately playing a trick on her.

He hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply to Mien, his head almost touching the floor:

"Chief Mien! Don't say that..."

Looking up and seeing Mien's rarely seen smile made her even more suspicious that she was being deliberately teased, but she had no evidence.

"Please sit down," Mien said, already sitting back in her seat, and asked:

Are you injured?

Mien quickly reverted to his former self as a teacher and elder, which put Lucia at ease and made her feel incredibly close to him.

Dali shook his head vigorously: "It's alright, teacher."

"Lua, how does it feel to actually fight?" Mien asked with a smile.

Lucia pursed her lips, looked up, and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't really feel anything... At the time, I was only thinking about defeating Frenella, and I forgot everything else."

However, thinking back on the result, it seems that it wasn't just a simple matter of 'defeating' them.

He was surprised to find that even when he beat Funila half to death in the arena, he didn't feel there was anything wrong with her condition. His previous worries and pity had disappeared.

Then I realized that Mien's question to me might have gone too far.

After all, the image of a saintly woman that I've heard about since childhood isn't like this.

It's not like beating someone to the point of near death and then finishing them off with a brutal beating.

At this moment, Mien seemed to have the ability to read minds and said, "Very good, you are really talented. This is what a saintess should be like."

It accurately addressed Lucia's confusion, making her feel a warm current surge in her heart.

"The saint carries out the will of the goddess in the world, cleansing all defilement and enemies before her with an unstoppable heart and courage, thereby demonstrating the weight of light."

Mien recited the contents of the textbook, which Lucia had also memorized many, many times.

"So, Lucia, you did a really great job," Mien said with a faint smile.

In an instant, Lucia's eyes reddened again, and the redness even spread to her cheeks.

It's more of a feeling of finally letting go, confirming that what I did was right, feeling relieved and free.

After several days of arduous training and inner anxiety and confusion,

Under the watchful eyes of so many people, he finally gained Mien's approval, who told him that he was right and had done a good job.

Lucia has always wondered how someone as ordinary, even "lowly," as herself could become a saint. Should she do it this way or that way?

Such an important position leaves no room for mistakes or errors.

The immense weight pressed down on the girl's frail shoulders, and all she knew was to keep her head down and run forward with all her might.

Now she can finally be sure that she has chosen the right path and that she is 'qualified'.

With tears welling in her eyes, she nodded emphatically to Mi En, "Yes!"

"Are you tired?" Mien asked softly.

Only then did Lucia completely relax and realize how tired and exhausted she was.

However, unlike after previous training sessions, there were no injuries.

After being honed in Hein's grueling training camp multiple times, today's intensity from Funila is simply not enough.

We drove over speed bumps all the way.

But more than anything, it was a feeling of mental exhaustion; my shoulders slumped.

He nodded sheepishly, shrinking his neck slightly: "I'm a little tired."

Mien laughed heartily, "Of course you're tired. It means you've put in all your effort and achieved the best result."

Since you're tired, go back to your dorm and get some rest.

However, you need to try on the formal saint's attire and familiarize yourself with the basic rituals tomorrow morning; you can't just wear scholar's robes anymore.

But there's plenty of time; the official promotion ceremony won't be held until fifteen days later, and all parties still have a lot of preparations to make. You can completely relax these next few days.

"Okay, Ms. Mien."

Mien smiled and patted Luya's head: "Are you nervous facing the entire empire's promotion ceremony this time?"

Lucia chuckled shyly and shook her head: "I'm not nervous anymore."

"Great progress!" Mien stood up and led Luya out the door: "Go back and get a good night's sleep, don't think about anything."

"I understand." After Lucia bowed and left, she turned back and bowed to Mien, suppressing her excitement as she said:

"Thank you, Ms. Mien."

Mien nodded.

As Lucia's figure receded, August's death bubble sound rang out:

"She's amazing. I didn't expect her to adapt to her new identity so smoothly and pass all the tests."

Mien smiled gently and shook her head: "Not yet. There's still tomorrow's test to determine if she's truly adapted to her new identity."

The two returned to the office.

"August".

"Yes."

"How's the application for funding for the Saintess from the Empire to be allocated to the Academy of Scholars coming along?"

August replied, "The application form is ready and ready to be submitted."

Mien leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling, and said leisurely, "If it's still the same one, then revise it."

Which parts should be modified?

"The amount is fine, let's start with five times that."

Mien said, "The noble lords are indifferent to worldly affairs, but they never lack money."

Commissioner Smith has devoted himself to the Empire, so what's wrong with eating a little more?

…………

Lucia walked alone through the administrative district and the magic experiment area, covering dozens of meters with each step, her joyful heart propelling her forward.

I felt like I was floating back to the Academy. I had learned a lot from spending so much time with Hein.

But as soon as they stepped out of the restricted gate between the magic experiment area and the teaching area, they saw Shanara standing on tiptoe, peering inside, looking worried about something.

Lucia laughed and ran out quickly, calling out Shanara's name loudly.

When Shanara saw Lucia, she immediately rushed to Lucia's side, carefully examined her from head to toe, then hugged her tightly and burst into tears:

"I was so worried!!! Waaaaah..."

Lucia didn't know what she was worried about, even though it was Fernila who had been pinned to the ground and had several of her front teeth knocked out.

Then it occurred to me that when Funila launched her "Holy Flame Baptism" attack, the sheer force of it must have been terrifying for many people. No wonder Shanara hadn't recovered yet.

Shanara buried her head in Lucia's flat chest.

She cried loudly, and while crying, she even hiccuped because she couldn't catch her breath.

Lucia chuckled, patted her curly hair and head, and said with a smile:

"You are not allowed to cry in front of the saintess."

In the midst of their shared excitement, they even joked about the saintess's identity: "It would be sad if the saintess saw this."

Shanara ignored her and cried even louder.

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