Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

"Those brutes are utterly rude and have absolutely no manners!"

Bishop Aiden's voice echoed through the forest, sounding particularly jarring as it mingled with the rustling of leaves.

"His IQ isn't that great either!"

"A priest," Baker chimed in, his tone tinged with disdain.

"They actually said the Holy Spirit Bell was useless against evil goblins and were foolish enough to let it be stolen? This is an insult to our church!"

In the forest, a group of men dressed in priestly robes were moving quickly through the dense trees.

Their faces were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, clearly showing extreme indignation at the actions of certain individuals.

"I think they're just brutes trying to covet the wonders of our church!"

Aiden said through gritted teeth.

"Over the years, those imperialists have become increasingly arrogant, completely disregarding our church!"

"that is!"

The believers behind them echoed their sentiments with righteous indignation.

"The funds that were originally supposed to be donated to our church are now decreasing."

"They don't even consider that if it weren't for divine protection, and if our church weren't communicating with the divine, how could their empires have become so prosperous and powerful!"

Upon hearing this, Baker clenched his fists, his face showing anger.

He suddenly thought of something and muttered to himself:

"If the Holy Maiden Qinglie were still alive, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant..."

"shut up!"

Aiden interrupted Baker sharply, his face instantly turning grim.

"I've said it so many times, you're not allowed to mention that traitor again! She's a disgrace to our church!"

Baker frowned in displeasure, but he did not continue to argue.

He simply couldn't believe that the aloof, kind-hearted saintess would betray the church and its believers.

He still vividly remembers that day on the parched land, the saint stood there, her hands clasped together in prayer to the heavens.

Her figure appeared exceptionally tall and holy in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if even heaven and earth were moved by it.

And this prayer lasted for seven days and seven nights.

Even a saint cannot endure not eating or drinking for a long time.

Ultimately, she felt the divine intervention.

The heavens sent down sweet rain.

He remembered asking this question back then, when he didn't understand.

"Why should we pray to the heavens and gods for something that magic or divine art can achieve?"

He remembered that her smile on her withered face was beautiful, and her voice was lovely.

"Magic is not omnipotent, and divine arts are not all-powerful."

Everything in this world is preordained.

He remembered that at that time he just nodded blankly, his gaze drawn to that slender figure, as if it would fall over with a gust of wind.

From that moment on, he decided in his heart to join the church.

I decided to learn from the Pure and Elegant Saintess and help others.

Just to get a little closer to the light in his heart.

Even just a little bit.

but.

When he joined the church, he heard devastating news.

The Holy Maiden Qinglie betrayed the church, defied God, and abandoned her believers.

Then, amidst the insults of the crowd and the burning flames, they were bound to a cross.

They burned to death.

He didn't believe it, he didn't understand it.

He felt in his heart that the saintess had been wronged.

She would never betray the church, defy God, or abandon believers.

She was so kind.

But so what?

How could the church make a mistake?

How could the Pope, who is the spokesperson for God, allow someone to frame the saintess?

Moreover.

He was just a new member of the church.

There's nothing we can do.

The church even banned all discussions about the Holy Maiden of Pure Cold.

And there was nothing he could do.

He could only follow the example of the saintess and slowly move forward on that path.

Memorizing the sacred texts, learning divine arts, and eventually becoming a priest, one step away from becoming a bishop.

Until now.

He then understood what the saintess had said that day.

"Magic is not omnipotent, and divine arts are not all-powerful."

If a spell is cast on this land to bring rain, then the land not far away will stop receiving rain and become parched.

Everything in this world is preordained.

"Why"

Aiden patted Baker on the shoulder and comforted him:

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

Don't overthink it.

That's just how his disciple is. If this kid hadn't been so fixated on that pure and holy maiden, he wouldn't be a priest now.

"alert!"

Aiden's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. He suddenly sensed an unusual aura and shouted at the crowd without hesitation.

Instantly, powerful magical energy emanated from the believers.

They were muttering to themselves, speaking so fast it was almost impossible to hear.

But every word is full of power.

As they chanted, complex magic circles appeared in the air, shimmering with mysterious light.

"Who's lurking around there like that!"

Aiden raised his staff, and an even more powerful surge of magic erupted from its tip, forming a massive magic circle that he aimed at the nearby bushes. He shouted:

"come out!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a dazzling white bolt of lightning shot out from the magic circle, carrying earth-shattering power, and slammed into the patch of grass.

However, the explosion that everyone expected did not occur; instead, there was an eerie silence.

Just as the white lightning was about to strike the grass, a pitch-black magic circle suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The magic circle exuded a chilling aura, as if even the air itself had been frozen.

The white lightning struck the dark magic circle like a drop of water falling into a boundless ocean, vanishing instantly without a trace, without even causing a ripple.

"This is……"

Aiden's pupils contracted sharply as he recognized the origin of the dark magic circle.

"Dark magic spell!"

Black magic is an evil form of magic cultivated using negative emotions, life force, blood, and flesh as nourishment.

Because its methods were cruel and ruthless and violated the laws of nature, they were forbidden from being learned or used by various ethnic groups.

Furthermore, anyone found learning dark magic spells would be immediately hunted down.

Without a doubt, those who learn this kind of magic are the common enemy of all races!

However, it is undeniable that the power of black magic is indeed terrifyingly strong.

Aiden instantly felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy; the magic power within him surged violently, as if it were about to burst through the sky.

His spiritual realm also expanded instantly at that moment, enveloping everything around him.

One by one, rudimentary spells and divine magic appeared out of thin air without any incantation, each corresponding to its own magic circle and radiating brilliant light.

The sheer number of them left the believers behind them speechless with astonishment.

At the same time, I realized how powerful the enemy was.

Surprisingly, it made Lord Aiden so cautious.

Meanwhile, Beck wasn't idle either, while Aiden was constructing attack magic.

He has already constructed countless defensive spells.

One by one, magical shields appeared around them, surrounding and protecting the church members.

Aiden was very pleased to see this, just as he was about to unleash a magical attack.

The figure that emerged from the bushes startled him, and then he was utterly shocked!

Then, a voluptuous woman slowly emerged from the bushes.

The woman's face was covered with hideous scars, which was extremely frightening.

However, upon closer inspection, one can still glimpse a trace of her former stunning beauty through those twisted scars.

"Holy...Holy Maiden?" (End of Chapter)