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

"I was raised in the Life Cult from a young age, and I mostly came into contact with priests. I rarely saw Imperial soldiers."

But just a few months before I was sent out, the sect’s strongholds were relocated on a large scale to the border between the two empires, and there were more and more imperial soldiers around.

In the days leading up to my deployment, I was summoned by several high-ranking empire officials to assess my abilities and to instruct me on various tasks and techniques for causing unrest.

The day I left the cult's stronghold, I saw countless soldiers, like insects, stationed among the mountains, right next to the Cahill Empire.

This allowed me to deduce my true mission and role.

"Your observation and judgment skills are excellent."

"This is also part of our training."

"Is there any other information?"

Ning Weiya then uttered a lot of unimportant junk information.

Mien leaned back and completed the interrogation in the early hours of the morning.

But as drowsiness dissipated and I became fully awake, I looked at the last pair of unused silver chains on the table, still feeling a sense of longing.

He waved his hand, and the magic power on the magic notebook dissipated, canceling the [Modify Common Sense] effect.

Ning Weiya's eyes lost their light again, her head drooped, and then slowly lifted again.

His eyes were filled with humiliation and resentment; his mouth had already emptied, and his body had been drained.

"I'm going to kill you..." She had just uttered the curse when she saw Mien put down the silver chain in his hand.

He then pulled out a jet-black dagger from beneath his scholar's robes; it was his own personal weapon.

"Tell me about her." Mien brandished his dagger, its blade gleaming with a hazy, cold light in the secret room.

Why didn't you ask me that just now?

"Because I want to hear you say it yourself." Mien raised an eyebrow, her expression playful.

Treating these terrorist prisoners, even slow slicing would be too lenient for them.

Before she could even utter her refusal, she understood Mien's thoughts; he was just waiting for her to refuse before using his final "little tool."

In her shame and anger, she began to curse.

Mien shrugged. It seems the quality education in the Severn Empire is worrying.

He slowly stood up, picked up the last magical instrument, and walked to Ning Weiya.

The closer they got, the louder the shouts became, unable to mask the fear within.

Mien gently placed one of the thin silver chains around Ning Weiya's neck.

On the broken body, it was strangely matched, like a beautiful necklace.

Then he used his other hand to pinch the other silver chain hard.

Ning Weiya's cursing stopped abruptly, as if a mute button had been pressed, leaving only painful sobs.

Effect: [Perceptual transmission]

As Mien tightened his grip, Ning Weiya felt as if her neck was being tightly strangled, and tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.

Mien suddenly loosened his grip, and Ning Weiya gasped for breath, dry heaving painfully.

"Now, Miss Ning Weiya, tell me about this dagger."

Despite her pain, Ning Weiya resolutely shouted, "Go ahead and strangle me if you dare!"

"You lack imagination, Miss Ningweiya."

Ning Weiya's face stiffened.

"Where else can I put it besides your neck?"

What else can I do to her besides strangle you?

I have to admit, maybe I'm not the most twisted one.

An overwhelming sense of fear surged through Ning Weiya's mind.

After she revealed all the information she knew, her dignity was trampled into the mud, and there was nothing left to lose.

In the face of not being able to die, one may also encounter humiliation even more unbearable than death itself...

Ning Weiya's last bit of stubbornness was broken.

"This is the Holy Spirit-level weapon [Shadow Ritual] bestowed upon me by the organization."

"A Saint-level weapon?" Mien's eyes lit up.

Because of his limited magical power, and because the weapon was still connected to Ningvia's soul, Mien did not investigate it immediately.

He anticipated that its rank would be high, but he didn't expect it to be this high.

In this world, weapons, aside from the trashy "common" items, are divided into four levels:

The highest levels are 'God', 'Holy Spirit', 'Epic', and 'Mystic'.

The latter two can be forged artificially; the materials required are expensive and rare, but not scarce.

Therefore, it is very common, and even epic-level viscounts of some status all have one.

But the higher levels of gods and holy spirits are different.

The divine artifacts go without saying; there are only five in the entire Cassil Empire, including the [Tranquil Book] developed by Mien himself.

Other empires are only aware of two such items.

While Holy Spirit-level beings can be artificially created, the materials required are not readily available.

The forging methods for many Holy Spirit-level weapons are widely known, but the required magic crystals require a gamble by diving to a depth of 10,000 meters in the ocean.

They can only be found by chance; they cannot be searched by human effort.

Currently, only Mien and Phyllis possess two "Holy Spirit-level" weapons in the Academy of Scholars.

These are the Scholar's Emblems after Mien was modified by Hein, with the effect "All Rivers Run into the Sea".

And Phyllis's [Dragonfire Staff], which she generally doesn't use.

Mien stroked his chin with one hand as he examined the newly acquired 'Holy Spirit-level' weapon.

"Ning Weiya, you've really given me a wonderful surprise."

Ning Weiya turned her head to the side in humiliation.

"I don't believe the Severn Empire or the Cult of Life have provided you agents with a Saint-level weapon. It seems they value you highly."

Mien sheathed the dagger, a smile playing on his lips:

"So, you must be the most powerful of these assassins?"

The innocuous compliment made Ning Weiya bite her lip, because she felt that her acknowledgment would make Mien even more smug.

Mien smiled and didn't make things difficult for her.

"Then tell me about its capabilities."

Ning Weiya's expression relaxed, and she even said with pride:

"This weapon is forged from the essence of the Life Cult's energy, and has been baptized by the Goddess of Life, giving it a dual-stat effect commensurate with its power."

Mien's heart fluttered once again.

"These are [Shadow Strike], the effect of which is to suddenly empower one's body with shadow energy, stimulating life potential and allowing for a burst of acceleration in a short period of time."

This is probably the skill she used to escape; if it weren't for the blond swordsman, she would have gotten away.

"The other is [Phantom], which has the effect of summoning a phantom that the user can briefly enter to avoid any energy attacks for ten minutes."

It seems she was knocked down before she could use it.

Mien suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Why is Ning Weiya introducing herself so confidently and openly? Has she already fallen into prostitution?

Looking at the resentment and disdain in her eyes, it didn't seem like it.

"You seem very happy?"

Ning Weiya immediately broke into a smile.

"Do you think you can use it just because you've obtained it?"

His smile grew increasingly unrestrained.

"As I said, it was baptized by the goddess of life."

Just like you said, I'm the strongest one, so why do you think it was bestowed upon me?

It's because even if others own it, they can't use it!

My life's faith resonates at the highest level, a full 69%! Only then can I control it! Do you think you can use it on your own?!