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

Sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, covering the city of Walgane and the shoulders of its inhabitants like a golden veil.

Amidst the crowded masses, amidst shared blessings and celebrations.

The emotions piled up and resonated with each other, igniting everyone's unmasked feelings, which were then purely expressed.

Colorful veils fluttered in the air.

Every pair of eyes looked towards the high platform, and all the shouts were directed at the three people walking towards them.

Lucia could clearly sense that all the intense heat was directed at her.

I felt a sense of relief and all my worries and fears vanished.

What she feared was how to face the public. She reviewed and tried many different approaches in her mind.

Is it too heavy a burden? And will I be able to respond adequately?

But when she stood before them in person and saw them with her own eyes, she realized that it was actually very simple, not at all as complicated as described in the book.

People express their love for you with all their heart, so you should love them with all your heart.

It should be this simple: to love and to be loved.

Just like my feelings for Teacher Mien.

Lucia raised her head slightly, welcoming the sunlight that warmed every inch of her skin, and the gazes and blessings of millions of people.

Tears scattered in the air, without any heaviness, only happiness.

On the other side, Phil and Rachel were also startled.

When did I become so popular?

Where did they come from? Is it still the Cassirer Empire? Don't they usually have that stern face?

They had never experienced such cheers before, and it became increasingly difficult for them to suppress their smiles.

Before long, they all raised their hands and smiled at the crowd below, responding to their enthusiasm.

As Lucia walked in slowly like a pure white wing, the audience erupted in ear-piercing screams.

The whole of Valgon could hear it...

"Ahem." Bishop Phil cleared his throat and gently pressed his hand down, signaling everyone to be quiet; he was about to give a speech.

However, nobody cared.

They're so enthusiastic!

Rachel waved her arms, but it still didn't calm things down.

However, they were merely enjoying the scene, their hearts already humming inwardly, unable to muster the urge to sternly reprimand them.

Lucia and the others gradually walked to the front of the platform, gazing at the vast expanse of life and trying to see each of them.

A little boy squeezed his round head between people's legs and was finally able to see the legendary saint up close.

Looking up, I saw Lucia's warm gaze, blooming like a flower. Her stunningly beautiful face shone brightly under the embellishment of her clothes, as sacred as something untouchable.

The curious and mischievous face suddenly became serious, and the child obediently shrank back.

Not long after, Lucia looked at the people with a calm and determined gaze, and nodded slightly.

In just a moment, everyone seemed to understand her emotions and expressions, and their excited shouts gradually subsided, their inner turmoil gently soothed.

The vast city square gradually quieted down.

Phil and Rachel smiled with satisfaction.

Bishop Phil spoke first: "People of the great Cassil Empire, blessed by the Goddess of Light..."

It conveys the power and companionship of faith in light to everyone.

Rachel, unusually, did not interrupt him or try to speak, but instead waited patiently for him to finish speaking, maintaining a humble and polite atmosphere under his sharp gaze.

It seemed as if the empire was united and friendly, with a bright future and a thriving future!

"The proud people of the Cassil Empire! I am the fourth princess of the empire!..."

Rachel truly lives up to her reputation as an ambitious and capable individual, having mastered the essential skill of public speaking.

The author uses varied intonation to evoke emotions and create an atmosphere where everyone wants to "strive".

As he spoke, his arm involuntarily rose slowly to a 45-degree angle on the stage.

On the other side...

On the edge of the city-state of Walgan, inside Miles's villa.

In the empty three-story building, a group of people huddled together by the stove on the first floor.

Miles and his brothers gathered around an old alchemical megaphone, listening to the voices coming from the city-state.

During their fireside chat, Rachel's energetic words and vision of bread and milk inspired everyone.

"Big brother, I'm thinking of joining her bandwagon!"

Miles rolled his eyes at him.

However, my long-strained mind gradually relaxed a little.

The saintly ceremony appeared to have proceeded smoothly, and everything seemed normal.

"Don't let your guard down!" Miles warned. "Remember all our plans. In case of any unexpected situation, don't panic!"

In the basement of another villa 400 meters away, Theodore and his gang leaders listened to a megaphone.

He kept his eyes glued to the communication device on the ground.

Only if their subordinates guarding the magic circle send word that they will immediately fight to the death.

In an environment where everyone is in sync, Mien detaches himself from his own thoughts and observes people's emotions and the actions of Phil and others.

The time has come.

Mien pulled the trigger at the most opportune moment.

The ring on her left hand flashed with a hint of magic unnoticed.

All the scholars scattered around the Vargan field received the news and became alert and on high alert.

…………

Oscar, feeling dejected after being severely punished, lay sprawled on the steps.

He was chugging a bottle of beer, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over.

That hateful Academy of Scholars has brought me to the most terrible punishment—

After being removed from his sergeant position, he will be exiled to a monastery to spend the rest of his life there.

Not only is their bright future cut short, but they will also be given a sacred vow by the monastery, making it impossible for them to follow their 'dirty' desires.

What's the point of living like this?

The bitter wine made my heart ache.

But I don't know why the wine was different today... I felt dizzy after only a few sips.

This liquor is powerful! The local people are quite tough.

"Bang!"

The loud noise startled Oscar so much that he dropped the bottle.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the silver shield and holy sword he had left aside had been kicked by a passing woman.

The man immediately raised his hand and waved to indicate that he did not do it on purpose.

Oscar squinted and saw that it was the same woman who had passed by yesterday, wearing a large gray-brown robe that covered her face.

"Get out!" Oscar yelled, then closed his eyes and lay back down.

My mind was filled with intoxication.

"Yes, sir, I'll be right there!"

A familiar voice reached my ears; it sounded like I'd heard it somewhere before…

Oscar opened his eyes again in confusion, just as the woman walked past him.

Looking up, one could see the woman's face through the large hood.

Red eyes looked down at him with a mocking gaze, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

He paused for a moment.

Oscar's pupils suddenly narrowed! She remembered who this was—Phyllis from the Academy of Scholars!

He quickly got up from the ground, but his uncontrollable body staggered and fell to the side.

Phyllis had already strolled past slowly, her thick boots stepping over the holy sword that he had tossed aside.

Just like when, in full view of everyone, they stepped on my kneeling hand holding the sword.

Anger welled up inside me!

"Damn it!" He angrily got up and picked up his sword to support his swaying body.

Just then, I saw Phyllis turn a corner and quickly followed her, only to see her back as she walked around another corner.

They walked step by step toward the abandoned factory next to them.

…………

"therefore!"

In the central square of the city, after Rachel finished her speech, she concluded:

"Under the blessing of the wise emperor and the holy maiden appointed by the goddess of light,"

The empire is about to usher in its next glorious era!

The city-state of Vargan will also return to its former prosperity!

Everyone looked at Lucia, whose lips curved gently into a smile.

At that opportune moment, the crowd erupted in cheers!

Lucia's gentle gaze held an increasingly firm resolve that no one could have noticed.

His body gradually tensed up as he gazed at the distant city-state.

It felt like I was back on the court against Funira a month ago, my heart was calm and I was extremely confident.

Seeing this, Bishop Phil also became interested, took two steps to the front, and said excitedly:

"Now and in the future, under the protection of the holy Church of Light in Valgon, this place will forever be spared from disaster and weeping!"

His upright chest exuded an aura of greatness, and he opened his loving arms to the crowd.

He had just finished speaking when the cheers of the crowd were about to rise.

A jet of purple light shot out from afar like a fountain.

Connecting from the ground to the high sky.

The roar of the explosion echoed throughout the entire city of Valgon, and the lingering aftershocks reverberated in waves.

Everything was still.

This includes Bishop Phil's arms raised to his sides and his frozen expression.