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

Slay him directly.

Mien couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

Isn't she a bit like a supermodel?

But 200 energy...

In this world, people's energy bar is only 100 at most, and no matter how much it's discounted, it's not enough.

Moreover, the condition of "no faith" is somewhat difficult to meet, since almost all combat forces within the empire now rely on the power of the Goddess of Light.

I can't think of a specific way to use it right now.

No rush, we can study it slowly when we get back to the academy.

"Okay, open your eyes now."

Lucia slowly opened her eyes and suddenly noticed streaks of seven-colored light flowing around her.

She opened her mouth wide, like a little girl in front of a giant glass goldfish bowl.

The dirty Lucia looked around at everything with curiosity and confusion, surrounded by holy magic that seemed to have a life of its own.

In an instant,

All the magic flowed from her to the sacred spring beside her, all of it seeping into the water before shooting into the sky.

The power of faith in the Goddess of Light carried streams of light into the sky, where they scattered.

Above the "cursed" neighborhood, magic cleansed the air, and brilliant sunlight pierced through the clouds, as if the hands of a goddess were caressing every corner of the place.

People looked up and saw a faint rainbow hanging in the sky.

"There will be no more plague here," Mien said calmly.

Lucia was unaware of everything that had just happened.

But he nodded happily.

She finally mustered her courage and bowed very seriously: "Lord Mien, thank you."

After she finished bowing, Mien spoke:

"What are you planning to do next?"

Lucia: "My lord, if the plague were gone, I could do so many things."

Mien casually asked, "Do you know about the Temple Academy?"

Lucia was suddenly asked a question she didn't understand. After thinking for a moment, she showed a devout expression: "That must be the most sacred place in the empire."

In fact, her understanding of the Academy mainly came from these few hours, but it was her true opinion.

"There's a job opening at the Academy right now, would you be willing to help out?"

Lucia was taken aback, thinking she had misheard.

But seeing Mien's casual expression, the shock turned into bewildered confusion:

"Me...?"

"But……"

"You just helped resolve the problem here, which shows you have some ability."

Lucia wanted to express her gratitude to Mien.

However, she was filled with a deep fear of going to the Academy.

Am I that kind of person? ...

This is fear of an unknown world.

In her more than ten years of life, she had never come into contact with it.

I have no idea how to face that world.

All she knew was how to survive on Tin Can Street.

Unconsciously, her slender fingers tugged at her tattered shirt, and she bit her small lips.

She definitely doesn't belong there.

That place definitely doesn't belong to her.

Before she could say anything, Mien said again:

"The Academy needs your help."

Lucia felt something pierce her heart.

What exactly is Mien's identity? Lucia only knows that he must be a very powerful scholar.

But now he can actually work for himself? Could it be that he's a high-ranking boss at the Academy?

But his appearance doesn't quite match that of a young person.

Looking up, she saw that Mien was still the same serious-looking person, just looking at her intently, waiting for her reply.

"what……"

Lucia chewed on the meat in her mouth, deep in thought.

Seeing Mien's earnest expression, she felt she should repay the other party's kindness.

Even if it saves one's own life, one should repay it with everything one has.

Moreover, considering everything he just did.

After thinking hard for a long time, she made up her mind.

"Sir, I've sold newspapers, washed dishes, done odd jobs, and helped in the kitchen. I can do many things for you."

"Anything is fine?"

"Yes, sir."

"Would the Holy Maiden of Light be suitable?"

"It's possible..."

ah?!……"

Lucia felt like she had misheard.

"Wh...what?!" My mind was buzzing.

"You should know that the Vatican hasn't had a saintess for almost ten years, right?"

Mien said calmly:

"The Academy of Scholars and the Vatican are always looking for talented young women to fill this position."

Lucia felt that her worldview had been turned upside down.

She never even fantasized about becoming a saint while taking a bath.

Mien continued, "Through the previous tests, it's clear that you possess some talent."

Strictly speaking, she was not a saint, but a prospective saint.

You must pass rigorous studies and examinations to have a chance to be promoted to a full saintess; it's just a chance.

It will be very difficult, as you will have to compete with many talented people.

As the head of the Academy of Scholars, and with his experience from his previous life, Mien knew that he should not praise such a talented child indiscriminately.

Otherwise, it's easy to get carried away. Sometimes, suppressive education is right, do you understand?

Lucia tried her best to process all of this.

However, Mien's words comforted her a lot; thankfully, she wasn't really going to become a saint.

She gradually realized that the purpose of many of the things Mi En had done to her before was to test her.

Saintess...

Those two words still resonated deeply within her.

It was beyond her ability to think.

Mien looked at the girl who was standing there in a daze without saying a word.

Wait for her to brainstorm on her own.

Just then, a message arrived from the communication crystal on the ring. Mien checked it:

"My Lord".

He is Professor August, one of the three Silver Scholars of the Academy.

Why didn't you respond just now?

A deep male voice came from the other end:

"Princess Irene has arrived."

Mien immediately made a rough guess, estimating it was also about preparing for the Saintess Funila.

Are they still there?

"I have already left, but His Highness asked me to tell you that he will come to the Academy again in a few days."

Mien pondered for a moment and said:

"I'll be back soon. Gather all the Silver Scholars and Professor Saint Chapter; I have something to say to them."

"Yes, Your Excellency." August never asked another question.

Communication is interrupted.

Mien looked at the girl beside him and found that she had calmed down.

After her brain's CPU overloaded, Lucia chose to give up thinking.

Her life has always been like this: more about what she needs to do than what she wants to do.

Numbness is the norm in her life.

Since fate had brought Mien here to save her life, she had no reason to refuse.

And the fear of the future

Just like the scoldings, hardships, and despair I've experienced before, all will pass if I keep working hard.

"I will try my best, Lord Mien." The girl made up her mind.

Mien nodded in satisfaction.

Lucia took a deep breath and walked resolutely to Mien's side.

"Is there anything else you need?"

Lucia thought for a moment and then shook her head.

Mien then led the girl out of the Iron Can Street.

Along the way, Lucia looked at the scenery in the street and everything that had been purified, all of which was covered in light.

I believe that people will gradually move back soon, and the neighborhood will return to its former bustling state.

"Scholars from nearby academies will come to handle the aftermath," Mien said.

She nodded.

Before long, they left the Iron Can Street.

The moment she stepped out of the neighborhood, fear of the future still welled up in her heart.

Mien then called another carriage and took Luya back to the Academy.

Lucia watched the approaching carriage.

I couldn't help but turn my head and look at the Iron Can Street where she left when she was on the verge of death, and a complex emotion arose in my heart.

She was rescued by scholars from the Temple Academy, who then took her away from there.

A sense of guilt arose for some reason.

Mien turned to look at Lucia.

Just then, they saw the girl in tattered clothes looking back.

She was looking at a sad corner of the empire.

The wind blew through the tattered cloth and black hair, and her clear yet bewildered eyes were filled with emotion.

Like the compassion of the goddess of light.