So I'm a sheep.

Everyone simply listened with smiles and nodded respectfully.

Besides that, it's the same few sentences over and over again every day—

“You are right, Sage.”

"You are great, sage!"

"It's time for the sage to eat."

"The sage should go to sleep."

“It’s too dangerous for you to walk alone, Your Majesty. Since you are in a wheelchair, we will push you around.”

"..."

"This is the only thing that won't do; my fight cannot stop!"

The new pope came to persuade Sasha many times, and the bishops practically wore out the door to her.

But Sasha just shook her head in the face of their persuasion.

"No, I can still walk."

"I'll help you walk, but a wheelchair is out of the question!"

Sasha reiterated the significance of her persistence, but this time, everyone's eyes showed sympathy.

'The sage is too old; this is inevitable.'

'These remarks must not be allowed to spread, otherwise it will damage the image of a saint.'

Volume 1: Chapter 555 The Fifth Saint of the Heavenly Realm

I don't know when it started, but the sage stopped liking to talk to people.

She still eats on time every day and insists on going out for a few steps with the help of the nuns.

However, that nagging saint disappeared.

After the initial discomfort, people actually feel that it's better this way.

Some bishops even believe that the most 'perfect' saint is the one who does not speak.

There is no one in the world who can understand her anymore, and Sasha stubbornly wages a lonely battle.

Saints’ longevity gradually became another powerful weapon for Protestantism. Every year when Saint Shay celebrated his birthday, believers at home and abroad would celebrate.

As the days went by, Saya became a centenarian.

I'd like to have some pumpkin porridge.

One day, Sasha suddenly said something to the nun beside her.

There was no other meaning behind it; she just really wanted to drink pumpkin porridge that day.

The nun stood there stunned for a long time before retreating with a look of fear on her face.

Not long after, the current pope actually led a large group of bishops to come and apologize.

The sage who had been silent suddenly spoke up: "Is this really just a matter of a bowl of pumpkin porridge?"

It's not that simple!

This is because the current pope has neglected the saint, forcing the saint to open his mouth and beg for food!

"I just want some pumpkin porridge, don't complicate things."

Despite Sasha's repeated insistence that she had no other intentions, the poor pope was still impeached and removed from office by the archbishops.

Several bishops were held accountable, and devout nuns were re-selected to replace those who had failed in their duties around the saint.

"..."

Sasha was very sad, but she didn't say anything more.

Since Protestantism needs a silent flag, then it might as well remain silent itself.

........................................

He was lying in a hospital bed, his body covered in tubes.

The 121-year-old saint is nearing his end due to the failure of multiple organs.

The air was filled with solemnity as everyone gathered around the hospital bed, their eyes brimming with tears.

Sasha knew her time was coming to an end; she even saw a 'Grim Reaper' floating in the air, carrying a scythe.

This Grim Reaper has a hot body and alluring eyes, but unfortunately she is covered by a black veil, so no one can see her true face.

"..."

Wait, this isn't some Grim Reaper, it's clearly the Demon Queen Lilith!

"With one strike of the scythe, your soul will be taken to purgatory."

"I regret to inform you, Sally, that you have failed your trial!"

Sasa was enraged when she saw Lilith swing the scythe toward her neck.

You devil, how dare you try to manipulate me!

The aging body is indeed unable to move, but...

A semi-transparent barrier appeared around Sasha's body. The scythe encountered the 'Wall of the Heart' and could not advance an inch.

Haha, this is the essence of the Light of the Mind! I've also mastered an advanced skill called the Wall of the Mind. Come on over!

The saint's body exhibited extraordinary phenomena, and the popes and archbishops around him were stunned for a moment before hurriedly kneeling down.

They were both terrified and excited, each holding their scriptures and speechless.

Ignoring the people around her, Sasha just looked at the Demon King triumphantly.

"..."

Lilith wasn't angry; she pointed at Sasha and shook her head repeatedly.

"What are you so smug about, you blockhead?"

Haha, are you surprised? I'm so proud of myself!

“Saliye, you obtained what you have been searching for all these years thirty years ago.”

"It's pathetic that they still haven't woken up, ha, ha ha ha ha—"

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What I've been searching for all along, the light of the soul?!

Yes, yes, that's it.

The final ray of light, the light that all the wonders of the world sought but could not obtain, is the light of one's own soul!

Sure enough, I'm getting old; my brain isn't working as well anymore.

In the end, it was the demon king who had to come out and remind him...

But why? Sasha cast a questioning look at Lilith.

Why should I help you?

Lilith said calmly, "I'll answer that question when you're on par with Skadi."

"Farewell, little one. Remember—I am Lilith, the Nightmare Queen, the Goddess Lilith!"

"Hahahaha"

Amidst loud laughter, the dream world crumbled.

"..."

Consciousness rises, a familiar body, a familiar power.

The dazed feeling gradually dissipated, the girl's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

This was her office, and she was lying on a comfortable sofa with a blanket covering her.

"Sasha, did I make too much noise and disturb you?" Lucia said apologetically.

"without"

Sasha jumped up and stretched out a big yawn.

I had a dream.

"Having a dream in such a short time? Hmm, at your current level, this might be a precognitive dream!"

Lucia became a little nervous: "What kind of dream was it, a nightmare or a good dream?"

"It wasn't a good dream, but it wasn't a nightmare either."

"It was a dream that made me incredibly lonely and strong."

Sasha stood up: "Lucia, close your eyes and count to three."

"I'll give you a surprise when you open your eyes."

Here, there are only two angels, myself and Sasha.

The surprise she's going to give herself... could it be... that?

.................................

Lucia's face was flushed; she felt that it was most likely 'that'!

Close your eyes, count to three, then continue kissing or something.

Lucia quickly closed her eyes and silently began to count in her mind.

One!

Strange, I didn't feel Sasha getting close.

two!

I still don't feel close to her, but Sasha is so clever, she could easily fool me.