Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Generally speaking, this kind of person is either well-known to many people or has a very distinctive appearance that is easy to identify.

"And they're very familiar with this place, proving they've been prepared. This might not be their first time here. We can't deny the possibility that they're remnants of the Demon King's army, but we can't ignore another possibility either."

Elsa didn't say it explicitly, but everyone present could understand the meaning - the attacker could be the remnants of the Demon King's army, or it could be the person who entered the underground palace this time.

"I just don't know what their purpose is. Is it related to the resurrection of the demon general?"

Listening to Elsa's words, the knight's face was solemn. "This is no small matter. We will report this matter immediately after returning. However, the attackers are probably still active somewhere in the underground palace, so please be careful."

After saying this, the knight said goodbye to Elsa and the others. Filia, still saying nothing, followed suit.

The expeditionary force left.

They had to return to the central tomb as soon as possible to rest and receive treatment, as well as to report the situation, while Aisha and the others stayed behind.

"Luckily they met you."

Mary looked at the direction the expedition team left, finally relaxed a little, and sighed.

"This time, many people might be trapped in the underground palace forever. The demon general has been resurrected, and there might even be remnants of the Demon King's army behind him. I'm worried about what might happen. By the way, Elsa, let's go back first."

Mary couldn't wait to report Aisha's matter to the bishop.

I believe that with such an outstanding talent like Aisha, the bishop would be very happy.

"Okay." Elsa nodded. "But wait a moment, I want to clean up this place. There's no point for those monsters to stay now that we've seen them."

Elsa's gaze shifted towards the passage buried by the collapsed rubble, and she walked straight to the blocked entrance.

The front entrance of the cave had been blocked by a large amount of rubble, but with a light punch, Elsa opened a huge hole in the entire cave and the surrounding rock wall. For a moment, Vivian and Mary felt that the ground was shaking, and dust and rubble fell with a rustling sound.

The roar of the monster immediately appeared in the darkness. Aisha raised her gun and shot directly through the monster's jaw and head. Then she swept the gun across and crushed the monster into minced meat.

Elsa fought her way through the cave entrance. Sure enough, on the other side was another massive cavern. To Elsa's surprise, there were no monsters here, or rather, all the monsters were corpses. At a glance, there were only a sea of ​​severed monster corpses, seemingly still in their original poses, slumped to one side of the cave. Elsa looked in that direction and saw the shadow of a young girl, staring back at her.

Vivian and Mary followed Elsa out of the cave a little later, and they were the first to notice the girl's figure.

"Who is there?"

Mary's eyes were filled with vigilance, and then there were echoes and the other party's crisp voice - "Did you make that noise just now?"

The illumination technique appeared in front of the girl.

Only then did the figure of the girl gradually emerge from the darkness. She was wearing a black dress like crow feathers, and her black hair was smooth and shiny on her shoulders. Her quiet face was clean and white, and her expressionless face added a bit of seriousness and solemnity to her originally gentle face. Her emerald green eyes did not seem to fall on any of them, but on the space between them.

——The Mystic Sage: Patriculosia en Serilihilda.

"Lord Sage?"

Mary was stunned for a moment, then immediately bowed with the etiquette of a nun.

Celyhilda walked slowly towards the group, her empty emerald eyes looking at Mary. The moment of eye contact made Mary feel an immense pressure.

His gaze went directly to Elsa.

In Celisilda's eyes, a person is made up of two sides.

One side was a person's appearance reflected by light, which was also the appearance shown to others. The other side was the outline outlined by the vibration and flow of magic elements, which showed her the most essential side of a person.

Through this vision formed by magic elements, Serilihilda could clearly see the surge of magic concentrated in Mary's hands, and the gloves imprinted with enhanced magic. She could also see Vivian's strong and pure magical aura that was different from that of ordinary people, and the witch's blood flowing in her body.

Only the place where Elsa was was turbid, and the magic and undead aura in the air were hiding from her, or rather, unable to approach her.

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57. Magic is escaping

Few could match Celisilda's attainments in magic. At least in the human kingdom, she was a well-deserved pioneer. The title of "Sage" represented the Empire's recognition of her.

But Cerihilda couldn't see through the girl in front of her.

In fact, she had seen Elsa once in the central tomb. The crow familiar had always acted as her guard. Through the familiar's vision, she only felt that Elsa was a little "strange", but the distance was too far at that time, and she could not accurately perceive what this strangeness was.

But now she could finally see clearly. Looking at Elsa, a "gap" appeared in her vision. It was not the first time that Serilildah had seen a void like a magic solidified field, but it was the first time that she had seen this situation appear on a person's body in such a coordinated and natural way.

It's like forcibly carving a hole in a piece of drawing paper, and such a "hole" should not appear, and the overall look is very abrupt.

Cerihilda had already developed an extremely strong interest in Elsa.

She examined Elsa carefully, summoning her magic to try to penetrate the "fog," but was unable to penetrate. To her magical perception, it felt like a solid wall of steel, while her magical perception was only that of a child's hand. Even when she got close, she felt a sense of being driven away—for her body was now almost constantly leaking magic, and this lost magic was being squeezed out, and even she herself seemed to feel a repulsive force.

"It's...amazing."

Celestia couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Of course, Elsa and the others didn't know what Celestia was thinking. Elsa herself didn't know that what Celestia saw in her was actually very different from what others saw.

She withdrew her magic vision with great interest, and only then saw Elsa's true appearance, with beautiful blonde hair like the sun and rare golden eyes. She looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. Although she was very beautiful and recognizable even in a crowd, there was nothing particularly special about her.

If Celisilda hadn't been able to observe a person through the flow of magic, she might have mistaken Elsa for an ordinary nun - the only special thing about her was probably that she was very beautiful.

"I won't introduce myself, you all know me."

Celisilda's voice was clear, but noticing the puzzled looks from Elsa and Mary, she didn't say what she saw.

"I didn't expect to meet nuns from the church here—don't be so reserved. Let me ask you, were you the ones who caused the commotion in there just now?"

Her gaze fell on the cave behind them.

"Yes."

Mary glanced at Elsa and answered truthfully. Seeing this, Celyhilda turned her gaze to Elsa again.

"You should be one of the candidates for this year's Holy Sister, right?" Celyhilda paused and then said, "You were the one who caused the noise just now, weren't you?"

Mary pursed her lips, looking a little nervous. Although she had heard rumors about the Sage many times, this was the first time she had seen him so close.

Elsa was much more frank and nodded. There was nothing to hide about this matter.

"I'm curious, why did you come to this place?"

Celihilda asked.

There was scrutiny in her eyes, and her expressionless face seemed to Mary and Vivian to be full of serious oppression.

Although the three people in front of her were nuns, the possibility of remnants of the Demon King's army infiltrating could not be ruled out. She was certainly interested, but she also had to be vigilant. Because even Celyhilda herself felt that the current situation was strange, she had to remain cautious.

Magic is serious, and we must treat it seriously, as well as our enemies.

Elsa looked straight at Cerihilda, and unlike Mary and Vivian, her calm smile remained the same as always.

"We were on a mission on the 'first floor' before, but we came across a cave connected to this place. There are many monsters in the cave..."

Aisha briefly recounted how they came here, including their encounter with the expedition team along the way, and the information she learned from the expedition team about the black-robed attackers.

And Cerihilda's lifeless eyes just looked at Elsa quietly. She stared at and examined Elsa's golden eyes, as if she wanted to see something from the bottom of Elsa's eyes.

At the same time, Elsa was also looking at Celyhilda. The young-looking sage in front of her gave Elsa a different feeling from everyone else. The difference did not come from Celyhilda's eyes that seemed to never fluctuate and her calm face, but because in Elsa's eyes, she was hardly "alive".

——Her pupils were unfocused, but she was "looking". Her limbs moved very stiffly, as if she was being "pulled" by something. Her body temperature was very low, almost assimilated with the surrounding environment. Her heartbeat was extremely slow, completely different from a human's. She almost didn't breathe, or only a very slight breath was flowing. Her voice did not come from her throat, but was probably a kind of magic.

In her previous life, Elsa would probably think that this was a lifelike puppet.

Is this the reason why the wise man remains eternally young?

"...And then we came here, and this is what happened."

After Elsa finished speaking, Celyhilda also withdrew her gaze, and the thoughts revealed in her empty eyes were hard to understand.

"So, there have already been casualties..."

"Yes, those attackers may still be somewhere in the underground palace, and there may be new victims."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Aisha Faris, from the town of Weilin."

"Mary is a nun from the Dammas convent."

"V-Vivian..."

Cerihilda's eyes swept over, finally lingering on Vivian for a moment before moving away.

She was a very ordinary girl. Although she had witch blood in her body, she showed no signs of being involved in abyssal magic. Therefore, Celyhilda did not pay much attention to her. Her attitude towards witches was always different from that of others. Magic was magic, and witches were witches. The former were tools, and the latter were people.

A person's goodness or evilness is not simply determined by the tools he uses. Picking up a stone from the roadside can hurt others, but you can't say that someone is a bad person just because she picks up a stone, right?

Of course, if it involves the forbidden abyss magic, it is a different matter, because the abyss magic is not stone, but a poisonous snake. Anyone who wants to touch it will be swallowed by the intense toxin and eventually become the snake's nutrients.

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58. Sage's Intercom

Although Cerihilda really wanted to know what was going on with the abnormal magic around Elsa, she was now more concerned about Elsa's identity.

Since this is a matter of sealing the Demon General, Serilda will not trust anyone here.

"Elsa Faris..."

Celisilda silently repeated Elsa's name, searching her memories. But the surname Faris wasn't mentioned among the descendants of the old nobles or ancient races, and she couldn't find any clues. Normally, Celisilda would have invited Elsa to her room, chatted with her, and then offered her a reward for cooperating with her in some magical experiments—never anything dangerous, of course.

Magic should be revered.

So is life.

Celyhilda would never sacrifice the safety of others to satisfy her own desires.

"Sister Faris, are you from the Empire?" she suddenly asked.

To this, Elsa's answer was simple: "No."

Elsa didn't explain much. She was not from this world, so it was impossible for her to tell such a secret to others.

Cerihilda was about to ask more when Mary said, "Sir, Sister Faris was recommended by Senior Hugh Angus, who is now the priest of Verin Town."

"Xiu Angus..."

Cerihilda paused for a moment, a thoughtful look in her dull eyes.

Angus.

This surname brought to mind a petite but heroic white figure, but that was already a very distant memory—one of the former Holy Sisters: Leticia Angus.

Celia looked at Mary. She had some impression of Mary. She knew that Mary was a nun who had lived in a monastery since she was a child. She even vaguely remembered what Mary looked like when she was a child.

"Hugh Angus," Celisilda repeated the name, and then asked, "Who is he and Leticia Angus..."

"They are brother and sister, sage."

Mary said respectfully.

"They are brother and sister..."

Serilildah lowered her voice, her lifeless eyes fixed on Elsa, as if she was missing someone old.

Elsa was confused by the conversation between Mary and Celyhilda, and Celyhilda's meaningful expression also made Elsa feel uncomfortable - but Elsa was certain that Father Angus seemed to be a very famous person. Many people in Dammas City knew him, and even the sage seemed to have heard of this name.

That's already amazing.

But the strange thing was that no one seemed to mention him when they were in Weilin Town... Elsa rarely heard the old priest's name from other people.

Celisilda seemed to sense Elsa's doubt.

"Sister Faris, do you know Leticia Angus?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it."

"It's normal that you don't know. She was one of the former 100 Holy Sisters, Sequence 7," Serilda's voice seemed to drift away, faint memories lingering in her mind. "When I first met her, she was about your age, a very cheerful little girl."

Celisilda's words surprised Elsa greatly, and also aroused her curiosity - Father Angus actually had a sister who was a holy nun. She had never heard him mention such a thing before.

But then, Cerihilda suddenly changed the subject.

"My memory of her only stays at that time... The territory she was stationed in happened to be attacked by the Demon King's army, and she sacrificed herself to protect the Saint - the spear behind you." Serilihilda raised her eyes slightly, and cast a deep gaze on the spear behind Elsa. "'Holy Nail Fafnir'... or should I call it 'Imitation of the Holy Lance'? If I remember correctly, it should be her weapon. It should have been damaged in that battle. This must have been recast..."

The air became quiet.

Aisha paused for a moment and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"I am old after all," Celyhilda said with a dry laugh, but her face remained expressionless. "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have even noticed it."

A spear without any magic power, just like the innocent girl back then, if it wasn't mentioned, how many people would pay attention to it?