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

Everyone froze in place.

The once fierce look in her eyes has become clear.

Then, after a pause, it regained its aggressiveness, filled with anger.

But he only dared to lower his head and look at Mien, who was walking at the front.

However, Mien didn't even glance at them, his indifferent eyes filled with a hint of contempt.

The wide robe billowed in the wind as Mien moved, making his back appear extremely tall, showcasing his majesty and authority, as if he could crush them instantly.

Everyone accurately sensed the contempt and oppressive aura, and instantly held their breath.

He swallowed all his resentment.

However, some people vaguely realized that it wasn't Mien who was behind it.

And like the Holy Maiden of Light beside him.

How could that be?

No one understands the Holy Maiden of Light better than the Church of Light.

A mere pretty face with practically zero combat power, how could she possibly suppress those who have trained in combat for years?

Thinking about this, even if I have doubts, I have to force myself not to believe it.

Lucia's brows furrowed, a sharp glint flashing beneath her cold demeanor as she stared directly at the group.

Including the Imperial Army soldiers watching from a distance.

Mien had just taken her hand and gently squeezed it.

It was telling her that she could do what she wanted to do.

Regardless of what these people thought in the past or what negligence they may have made now, they have violated the dignity of the Academy of Scholars and the Holy Maiden of Light.

After Mien gradually brought Lucia into the political arena, this situation could no longer be allowed to continue.

They must be punished.

Several people rushed to help and treat the person who had been knocked away, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But in front of the empty church, no one spoke.

Both sides were staring at Mien and Lucia's backs.

They clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.

However, after exchanging a few glances, their gazes faded.

Tolerate!

The offense I just committed against the Academy of Scholars and the Saintess was largely due to oversight caused by years of experience.

Offense is also presented in this way of 'ignoring'.

Upon closer reflection, it becomes clear that none of them were people I had overlooked...

The leader gestured with his arm, indicating that they should keep the peace and not cause trouble for their boss.

But how can the anger in people's hearts be so easily suppressed?

Mien was somewhat surprised.

Surprisingly, these people actually accepted it.

He was clearly waiting for the other party to say even one more word, no matter what it was, so he could find fault and escalate the issue endlessly, then have a legitimate reason to give them a good beating.

But, are we just going to put up with it like this?

This changed Mien's understanding of these "ruthless" people; they were just bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong.

I felt a little unsatisfied.

Sylvia escorted the two to the carriage of the Academy of Scholars.

The newly joined students followed behind them. Only after seeing the teachers off would they take off their academic robes as a sign of respect.

People watched as Mien and Lucia boarded the carriage.

Sylvia and her companions led the newly ordained saints back to the Church of Life.

Looking at these people swaggering back.

The noisy footsteps and discussions of the freshmen reignited the anger between the two sides.

If I can't afford to mess with Mien, do you think I can't mess with your Cult of Life? Especially after you've been lording it over people here for over ten days.

Sylvia noticed their expressions and frowned. She could only lower her head slightly to show weakness, hoping to get through this trouble.

Just like Mien said, we need to get through this period.

However, the other party's show of weakness only fueled their malice, just like the "agree" notification.

As the group drew closer, they gradually surrounded them, swaying their feet and exuding an air of unbridled hostility.

The men had already brandished the weapons in their hands.

Of course, they wouldn't actually attack the Life Cult members.

The point is to intimidate them with an arrogant attitude, cause some trouble, and get the thrill of bullying them by taking advantage of their frightened reactions.

Several people glanced at one of them, who grinned maliciously and swaggered over. The others gathered behind him, watching as if they were bystanders, but more like they were offering support and a warning.

The man waved his forearm, his fat belly swaying wildly. The one who was usually bullied always took the opportunity to bully others even more ruthlessly.

Bright, luminous energy gathered in his hands without restraint.

He's done this many times before, standing up for others and provoking trouble; he's very experienced at it.

That beam of holy light will strike the area above the head of the Holy Maiden of Life.

The other person has no choice but to dodge, otherwise they would get scratched.

However, after dodging, she discovered that the holy light was shooting towards the high sky, not aimed at her.

Perfect nitpicking and bullying.

Even a few members of the Imperial Army stood on the other side behind him, expecting to watch.

Sylvia saw the fat man's gathering magic and his footsteps walking straight towards her.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, but the first thing that came to her mind was:

With Bishop Fabian absent, she, as a saint, must protect everyone in the Church of Life no matter what.

She instinctively wanted to stand in front.

The fat man's movements were flamboyant and arrogant, and the holy light was cast with a precise preset path.

However, just as Sylvia gritted her teeth and prepared to face everything...

A newly ordained saint suddenly leaped up and stood between the Holy Light and Sylvia.

A bright burst of energy bloomed like a flower, easily blocking the fat man's attack.

Those around were shocked.

How could there be someone using light magic within the Church of Life?! Has a heretic emerged from among them?

However, as the scholar's robe of this "newly elected saint" fluttered in the air, Lucia's pretty face was visible beneath the hood.

His eyes were sharp, but a hint of smugness lingered at the corner of his mouth.

"How dare you attack the Holy Maiden of Light! How dare you!"

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, including Sylvia.

The fat man was practically petrified, only his lips twitching.

It's as if she's saying: I didn't... I didn't...

Why is Lucia wearing a scholar's robe?

What's wrong with experiencing life?

She was clearly a student of the Academy and belonged to the Academy.

She and Sylvia are both saints, so what's wrong with them coming back to reconnect and rekindle their relationship?

Her eyes flashed with anger, as if she had been suddenly attacked.

How dare someone brazenly attack the Holy Maiden of Light in the very capital of Cassil!

The fat man wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth, and his legs were too weak to move due to fear.

Behind them, many members of the Vatican wanted to take control of the situation.

But suddenly they heard soft footsteps.

Mien seemed to have just heard some strange noise and rushed back to check the situation, only to see this scene.

His gaze turned cold.

These people were frozen in place, never dreaming that they would directly offend the chief of the academy.

However, before they could explain, a thick and broad energy of light condensed above their heads, like a huge vortex.

It slowly exudes a 'gentle' sense of oppression.

Not only the fat man, but all the people cheering him on behind him were enveloped in the gloom, including the Holy See and several Imperial soldiers.

Who cast this spell?

Without a doubt, it's Mien, the top scholar of the Academy!

The waterfall of light suddenly lost its obstruction and plunged down, crashing down on the crowd who had no time to escape.

Those around them didn't have time to help; instead, they quickly retreated and avoided the situation.

I watched as these dozen or so people were engulfed by the waterfall of light, and could only faintly hear their painful screams amidst the roar.

Mien did not stop and continued walking quietly.

Those on the periphery dared not approach.

His steps were slow; what should have been a short distance took him a very long time, as if he were testing something.

Before he even arrived, the magnificent waterfall of light began to crash down inexhaustibly.

After walking more than fifty steps, they began to relax slightly, and Mien arrived right in front of them.

The waterfall of light gradually receded, and after the last few bursts of energy, it scattered in all directions, with points of light scattered in the air.

Seven or eight people lay on the ground, all their protective armor and equipment shattered, and they were seriously injured internally, but not fatally. They were still able to breathe, but could not groan.

The fat man seemed to have lost weight most efficiently, and was almost flat.

Mien glanced at them indifferently, then stood between these people and Sylvia and the others, shielding them behind him.

Lucia simply stood quietly behind Mien, saying nothing more.

"Why did you openly attack the Holy Maiden of Light?" Mien asked.

Those on the ground naturally couldn't answer; only a few who had first broken free of their terror staggered over.

He said, his voice trembling, "He...didn't mean it."

Upon hearing this, Mien raised an eyebrow and glared at him.

The man's pupils constricted instantly, his expression froze, as if his heart had been gripped, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Only after Mien released the magical restraints did he collapse to the ground, howling in pain.

The next person will naturally not say such "unemotionally unintelligent" things.

The man shouted, "It's a management failure of our Holy See!"

Those who failed to stop this person from offending the Holy Maiden of Light are considered accomplices and should be punished.

I will inform the Vatican immediately and await your and the Vatican's punishment of us!

Another junior officer of the Imperial Army also hurriedly came forward to bow and apologize, begging for forgiveness.

Mien's anger subsided.

In the near future, the Academy will have many more dealings with them.

If it weren't Mien and Lucia, but just ordinary scholars, how could they possibly stand up to them?

We must correct their misconceptions and change their unrealistic habits.

Understand the inviolable status of the Academy of Sciences.

Moreover, in this incident, the Academy is in the right no matter what.

Even if they understood Lucia's "extortion" act.

Their neglect of the Academy and the Saints also cannot be explained.

This also provides an opportunity to do Sylvia and the Church of Life a favor.

Mien snorted coldly, turned away with a flick of his sleeve, and decided to ignore it for the time being, waiting for further action.

Only after Mien left did they dare to immediately arrange for the rescue of the injured, while keeping their voices and footsteps low.

Instead of immediately leading Lucia away, Mien went to Sylvia's side.

"Are you alright?"

Sylvia's pupils were dilated; she was still shaken, and even though she had calmed down, her breathing was still somewhat rapid.

He placed a hand on his chest and said, "I'm fine."

She swallowed hard, controlling her emotions, and said again:

"We are fine. Thank you for your help. May the goddess of life bless you."

His tone conveyed a strong sense of gratitude.

But even she thought it was Mien who had done it.

"It's good that you're alright." Mi En smiled faintly.

Sylvia said to the church staff accompanying her, "You few, take the newly ordained saints back first."

She personally saw Mien and Lucia off.

Seeing the three figures walking together from behind, the two groups naturally dared not bully the members of the Life Cult anymore, and probably wouldn't dare for a long time.

Upon reaching the main road not far away, the Academy's carriage had already been driven back and was quietly waiting for the two of them.

However, just as we were getting close to there,

Sylvia suddenly stopped, her eyes filled with determination, and softly said to the two who had stopped:

"To express my gratitude for your help to the Church of Life, please allow me to give you an item."

His tone was solemn.

A faint green magic was drawn from her robe and gently held in her hands.

It was a tender green shoot, vibrant and lush.

Just like the Tree of Origin that she awakened, its vibrant life force seemed to permeate everything around it.

The magic surrounding it was faint, like the glow of fireflies.

A drop of emerald green 'dew' fell.