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

"Oh, I see." After hearing Ning Weiya's explanation, Mi En relaxed, feeling less tense. "You scared me."

So you're also a saintess of the Holy See? What a coincidence!

Ning Weiya was stunned: "Wh...what do you mean?"

"Of course I can't use it, but someone else can."

As Mien spoke, he activated it with magic, and a thick, dark magical energy surged forth.

"Impossible!!" Ning Weiya shouted, Komin's actions telling her it was true.

Mien probed into it with his magic, but as always, a barrier blocked the [Shadow Ritual], preventing him from going any further.

Mien struck her hard, and Ning Weiya groaned as they collided and tore.

A soul link connects the dagger to Ning Weiya's soul.

Only by severing it can the Shadow Ritual be transferred to another master, which also means the death of Ningvia.

Without hesitation, Mien used his mental power to grasp it tightly.

"Impossible!! Absolutely impossible!!!" Ning Weiya was still shouting in despair, refusing to accept reality.

Mien swiftly and decisively tore at the mental link, severing it abruptly.

Ning Weiya's body was unharmed, but her limbs and head gradually drooped down.

The cursing stopped, his mouth was open, and his eyes had lost their life force, devoid of any vitality.

Mien glanced at her only once before immediately issuing two administrative orders:

One order was for August to transmit every word of the information about the Severn Empire obtained through interrogation to Rachel and Phil first thing tomorrow morning.

Since Emperor Lyont has already placed himself on Rachel's side and continues to remain hidden, there is no need for him to report to higher authorities.

At the same time, passing it on to Phil was also to try to maintain the Academy's helpless role as a pawn, so as not to let the Papacy vent its anger on the weak Academy.

But Phil probably doesn't see himself in the same light right now; he has too many things on his mind.

The second administrative order was for Phyllis to dispatch investigative scholars to various garrisons after she had rested.

Based on all the information about esoteric Buddhism recorded in the academy, they searched for clues throughout the country and went to the birthplaces recorded in their history books, investigating them one by one.

According to Ning Weiya, there are at least three other cult resurrection projects being planned within the Cassil Empire, which must be detected and controlled immediately.

Mien sighed.

It's rather cruel that we have to put Phyllis and the other researchers to work even harder after they've just returned to rest.

However, the situation will only become more tense in the future, and there will be no more opportunities for such respite.

Mien gripped the dagger tighter and tighter.

He wouldn't place all his hopes on the investigation by Phyllis and other scholars; there was another path: to go to the Life Cult's stronghold in the Seferon Empire and directly question the so-called "Goddess of Life."

They might know more than just information about these few sects.

Mien left the Holy Core and walked through the Academy of Scholars under the cover of darkness, slowly returning to the Administrative Tower.

It was pitch black all around, much like the current situation.

How do I get to the Life Cult stronghold in the Severn Empire?

Mien couldn't help but smile wryly.

Based on his years of political acumen, the Cassirer Empire would soon become quite lively.

The emperor's appearance and the capture of imperial information foreshadowed the coming of war.

Mien could already smell the stench of rust and blood, and the deafening cries and shouts.

I am just a tiny pawn.

The bigger piece is the Severn Empire.

The contest between the two countries is without any suspense. The powerful empire, ten times larger, is bound to crush the enemy, especially since it has already detected the plot.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Emperor Lyont will use this small war to influence the struggle between Rachel and Phil's forces.

Mien didn't know how the emperor would play his piece. He didn't need to do anything; the emperor probably already had his piece positioned.

Within two or three months, someone will drag themselves into a war situation.

He returned to the administrative tower, where the weariness from his busy work finally overwhelmed him.

He raised the Shadow Ritual again and looked at it. A dark light flashed across it. Tomorrow it would belong to Lucia.

Mien returned to the house with drooping eyelids, partly due to drowsiness and partly due to the solemnity of the tense situation.

Through the battle of Valgon, he understood one thing perfectly: the Academy must cultivate its own powerful fighting force.

We can't wait any longer.

The most important thing, of course, is to have an armed force under the leadership of the Academy of Scholars, but that requires careful planning.

The most important entry point at present is undoubtedly the exceptionally talented Lucia.

Mien neatly arranged her clothes, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.

…………

Mien woke up early the next morning, even though she had only slept for two or three hours.

"As people get older, they really need less sleep."

After getting up, washing up, and drying his face, Mi En still looked like a handsome young man in his early thirties in the mirror, full of energy and radiant.

Fortunately, I possess extraordinary magical powers; otherwise, this level of workload would have been fatal.

After reading by the window for an hour, Mien stepped out of the room, where August was already waiting.

"Have you notified them?" Mien asked as he walked.

"They notified us at exactly seven o'clock in the morning," August said, following along.

"What did they say?"

Princess Rachel personally expressed her gratitude.

Bishop Phil simply replied that he had received it, without adding anything further.

Mien nodded; it was all expected.

"How are the preparations for the award ceremony going?"

"The specific procedures have all been arranged, and it's scheduled for the day after tomorrow."

"Has Phyllis arrived?"

The two had arrived at the conference room door. August did not answer, but simply opened the door for Mien with one hand.

The spacious interior had open windows and loose curtains, letting in the morning sunlight.

Phyllis was sitting in a chair, and having waited for a long time, she boredly put her long legs on the table.

The radiant energy in his eyes had returned, and in just one night, all his worries and negative energy were purified and he was fully recharged.

If something embarrassing happens, just treat it as a dream; that's Phyllis's way of life.

She saw the two enter, flipped her legs over, spun in the air, and then sat down at the table.

A pleasant and relaxed expression appeared on his face, and he held a thick stack of documents in his hand.

"Have you been waiting long?"

In a relaxed and gentle atmosphere, Mien sat down and joked.

Phyllis, who had spent a long time with Mien, replied casually, "About thirty minutes, Chief."

"So early?" Mien asked in surprise.

"Has your academic performance evaluation been completed in just one night? Which candidates are eligible for honors or awards? Has the corresponding information been compiled?"

"My lord, I am ready."

Phyllis took out the document in her hand and respectfully placed it in front of Mien with both hands.

Mien glanced at Phyllis, frowning slightly, already guessing what was going on.

He picked up the document, flipped through a few pages, looked into Phyllis's eyes, and asked:

"Why don't you bring the stray dogs from your village over too?"