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

Lucia maintained a respectful and dignified demeanor on the surface.

But after leaving Mien, his steps became heavier and heavier, stomping on the ground with a "tat-tat" sound, his face puffed up with anger.

The anger didn't subside; in fact, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got!

She walked back to the changing room by herself.

"I will never let the teacher be next to me when I change clothes again!"

After thinking this angrily, I suddenly felt a little guilty.

How could I think of my teacher like that?

But then the scene of "How dare you trick me!" suddenly flashed into my mind again.

The door slammed shut.

She took off a white robe that the saint usually wore.

After modifications to fit the Academy of Scholars, the gold patterns faded, replaced by a hood resembling a scholar's robe and a simple, fitted style.

At first glance, he looks more like a devout believer earnestly pursuing his studies.

Paired with the petite Lucia, it reveals an innocent and pure beauty.

As I stepped out of the changing room, the communicator in my arms flashed with magical power:

It was Mien who informed him that he was to go to the Holy Spirit Core early the next morning.

"Hmph." A look of disdain flashed in Lucia's eyes as her rebellious spirit erupted.

Then he sighed.

The reply was still "received".

After venting, his emotions gradually calmed down.

Ultimately, it was just that I was overthinking things.

We shouldn't take our anger out on the teacher; they're being a bit immature.

Reflecting on this, I felt no remorse for my behavior just now; that was only right.

She left the arena and walked alone back to her residence in the administrative district.

Most of the people outside had already left, but some remained.

Upon seeing Lucia dressed differently, he immediately recognized her.

She greeted him nervously and devoutly: "Your Majesty."

Lucia simply nodded in response, passed them, and walked back to the research area, still thinking about what had just happened.

…………

Unlike some male chefs who become depressed and sleepless all day because of a girl's sudden coldness, Mi En is not like some other male chefs.

He quickly put it out of his mind, and after informing Lucia, he began to sort out the plan in his mind.

Upon his return, he quickly turned down many ceremonies that required the saintess's participation, freeing up three whole months of time for Lucia to work without a single job.

He also instructed August to send people to closely monitor the situation in the capital.

After Emperor Lyont intervenes, various conflicts will inevitably arise between Rachel and Phil, and the situation will change drastically.

These three months are the core opportunity period for Lucia's development.

We must seize every second.

Mien is very confident about the results he can achieve.

As an institution that has long studied the laws of magic and is responsible for teaching, the Academy of Scholars suffers from a shortage of students, not a shortage of resources.

Do you really think the old man didn't commit suicide by burning?!

…………

Early the next morning, Lucia arrived at the Holy Core.

After one night, my emotions stabilized.

Unlike Hein's dark and closed laboratory in the past, Mien took her to a spacious and bright training ground.

Although they were in the research area, Mien led her through a series of twists and turns, as if they had entered a separate area.

It was located on the edge of the Academy of Scholars, right next to the back mountain, yet no one had ever noticed it.

Under the sunlight, colorful magic crystals were embedded in the natural environment, shimmering with light, and magical patterns connected them together.

Lucia had only taken one step into this place when she felt a strong magical aura being inhaled into her lungs, making her feel refreshed.

She looked at the space in surprise, wondering why she had never heard of it before.

Standing here, I feel a surge of energy that I can't release.

"Luya, do you know the levels of superhumans?" Mien asked.

"I've heard about it from others," Lucia replied seriously. "It seems that after you start, you're divided into different levels and have different career paths."

"Yes, do you know your current level?"

Lucia shook her head.

Mien said slowly:

"The power in this world can be roughly divided into nine levels, as well as 'transcendent' levels above level nine."

In other words, although we often call ourselves extraordinary, we are far from being truly "extraordinary".

In the entire Cassil Empire, only three people have reached this level.

One was in the Holy See, one in the Imperial Army, and the other was a lord of a city-state.

Lucia listened attentively.

"Our Academy of Scholars, because it needs to study magical energy, all of us study the path of 'Magician,' and you are no exception."

In addition to these, there are warriors, knights, warlocks, and assassins.

"Although it is said to be 1-9 levels, it is definitely not as simple as equidistant."

Mien used his magic to envelop Lucia.

"Newly trained superhumans are often called Rank 0. After passing the Academy's national ability test, they will enter Rank 1. Therefore, nominally, your current rank is 'Rank 1 Mage'."

Lucia opened her mouth, somewhat surprised.

"But that's not actually the case."

Mien's magic aroused Lucia's energy, which surged and was nearly twice as powerful as when she fought Funila.

"After a long period of training and honing your skills in Valgon City, you have reached Tier 2 and are on the verge of Tier 3. You will be promoted soon."

Lucia was very surprised, looking at the magic power she was drawing out of her hands, she didn't expect to improve so quickly.

It gives the impression of being too easy.

Mien seemed to have guessed Lucia's thoughts long ago.

"But as I just said, the 9th order is not as simple as isometric."

He unleashed his magic, and the vibrant golden holy light revealed the majesty of a powerful being, but compared to Phil and Rachel, it seemed somewhat lacking.

"I am a 7th-level mage, but I am no match for an 8th-level mage. It is because of the 8th-level threshold that separates the two realms."

Those above level 8 are called "Source Tracing" level extraordinary beings, who are not so far from being "extraordinary".

This requires not only enormous resources, but also exceptional talent.

Mien tilted his head leisurely and said helplessly, "It's a pity that I only have abundant resources, but no strong talent."

You could even say that my reaching level 7 was entirely due to brute force using resources and medicine.

Lucia felt as if a door to a brand new world had been opened, and she thought of the people who had fought in Valgon Castle.

Mien then looked at Lucia: "Besides the threshold of 8th rank, there is a second threshold, which is 4th rank."

Lucia tensed up.

"Tier 3 and Tier 4 are not comparable. In a contest, one would be powerless to fight back. Upon reaching Tier 4, one would be called a 'Soul Gathering' level extraordinary being."

This indicates that she has become extremely adept at using magic, as if it were her own body, rather than merely using and summoning it.

It's the realm that every new superhuman strives for; those with talent and resources can reach it before the age of forty.

Lucia exclaimed in surprise: This must be the direction I should strive for in the future.

Start encouraging yourself and prepare for a long-term commitment.

"This is what you need to work on right now."

Lucia nodded, her eyes resolute.

"Breakthrough within three months."

"What?!" Lucia exclaimed in surprise.

Why is this happening again? It seems that the flow of time in Mien's eyes is different from objective reality.

Mien frowned: "What else did you think?"

His gaze deepened, becoming somewhat solemn:

"Luya, do you know what level the previous Saintess was at?"

Lucia swallowed hard and shook her head.

Mien held up two fingers: "Tier 2."

Seeing Lucia's shocked expression, he added, "She remained at Tier 2 throughout her entire life."

"But……"

Mien said with a smile, "Because the duties of a saintess do not include fighting at all."

One could even say that it's best to have no fighting ability at all.

Lucia composed herself, recalling Rachel's words: in Rachel's eyes, the saintess was indeed just a vase to be manipulated.

They quickly understood what Mien meant.

"But you can't, or rather, it's my own decision, and I don't want you to do the same."

Mien's gaze softened, as if he were an ordinary elder.

"After the Valgon incident, you should know that we may face many more such things, and we won't always be able to escape unscathed like this."

Lucia recalled the moment when she and Mien faced the covenant of truth and the Mother Goddess, saving each other from life and death.

All the anger he had felt towards Mien vanished, and his gaze sharpened.

"But like I said, this is just my own opinion. You are the true Saintess of the Academy, and this is something outside your duties. Are you willing?"

Lucia nodded vigorously, the fear of Mien dying to protect her returning to her mind.

Then, with concern, she asked, "But...can I do it?"

When Mien saw Lucia's expression, he immediately smiled.

"As I said, the Academy only lacks two things: students and practical experience."

Resources are the only thing we don't lack.

She pointed to a space not far away, a space woven from magic crystals, energy imprints, and alchemical arrays, hidden among the mountains.

"For example, this [Sacred Realm Study Area]."

Its effect is that once you step inside, you'll find a separate space where the flow rate outside is ten times that inside.

To Lucia's astonishment, Mien proudly declared:

"The Academy has many more cultivation resources like these."

Otherwise, what do you think the Academy of Scholars' research is for? And how did I reach Rank 7?

The flow of time as perceived by Mien is indeed different from objective reality.