Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Elsa is so soft.

……

In the remaining days, Elsa either talked and chatted with Mira in the control center, or stayed with Tricia. From Mira, Elsa learned more about the Winged People. Thanks to Mira's patient guidance, Elsa completely mastered the method of using the crown to control the Sky Island.

Aisha also got to know more about Mira.

In fact, Mira's understanding of the Winged People was very limited. She had only read about their glorious civilization in books. When she was still young, the Winged People suffered a devastating blow, and their glorious civilization was destroyed. They had to flee their homeland, but powerful enemies pursued them relentlessly.

Mira has spent most of her time on Sky Island since she could remember.

Although she is a princess, her entire tribe has been at war since she could remember. Her only memory of the earth is desolation and blood. She has not witnessed the glorious history of the Winged Civilization with her own eyes, and she does not even have time to understand the past of her own tribe. All her time must be used to learn more combat skills and training. She needs strength, which is both her hope of survival and her responsibility as a princess.

For the Winged people of that period, history no longer had any meaning.

This is a very sad and helpless thing.

Elsa still had many questions she wanted to ask, like why Mira always appeared in this illusory form, unable to even leave? But she ultimately held back. After all, countless thousands of years had passed since Mira's time. If she hadn't had to, why would Mira choose to stay alone in this city?

The answer is actually very obvious.

Four days later——

Early in the morning, Tricia found Aisha.

"We're not far from the Holy City. I've already sent 'Raven' to deliver a letter to the Holy See. We won't be stopping at the harbor. The Pope will directly arrange an area near the Holy City for Sky Island to dock. The Pope and the Saint will be waiting for us in the Holy City."

Tricia said.

She had already communicated with Mira and confirmed the course.

Elsa followed Tricia to the square in the center of the sky island and looked into the distance. Gray land had appeared where the sea and the sky met, and several ships coming from afar could be seen on the nearby sea - that was the territory of the Holy See Kingdom of San Gangriol. The place they saw was the port city on the east port, welcoming ships from all over the world.

"Ahead is Saint Hisela, the largest seaport city in the Holy Kingdom."

Tricia said.

Generally speaking, if you want to go to the Holy City, you must dock at Saint Cecilara, which has made Saint Cecilara an important port and a solid coastal fortress.

"From here, heading north is the border of the Kingdom of Yekasa, south is the territory of the elves, and west leads directly to the Holy City. The Holy City was built on the basis of the Holy Temple, which is actually the temple of the Goddess. With the Holy City as its center, the Church established the Holy Kingdom on this land. Throughout history, countless powerful and prosperous countries have emerged, but only the Holy Kingdom has remained standing to this day."

Elsa knew all this.

But knowing and seeing with your own eyes are not the same thing.

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554. Elsa is like a goddess (4K6)

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and Inksa, who had finished her morning prayers, was practicing boxing.

In front of her stood a stone pillar. It was square and more than one person tall. It took about six people to hug it together to circle it. It was a "sandbag" that Archbishop York V. Rigatu had someone use magic to condense for Inksa to use. Although the raw materials of this magical creation were just some gravel that could be found everywhere, it was made by an extraordinary wizard after all. Its strength was almost equivalent to that of finely forged steel. An adult swinging a hammer could only leave a scratch on it.

In this training ground dedicated to Inksa, there are more than ten similar stone pillars, all of which were recently made.

At the side of the training ground, Rigatu was standing there watching Inksa practice boxing. Next to Rigatu was a middle-aged woman with a strong face. She was one of the active paladins of the Holy See and was particularly good at boxing. Therefore, she was specially found by Rigatu to be Inksa's teacher.

They all watched Inkhsa training silently.

Inksha stretched her instep and rolled over the gravel, making a slight friction sound. She lowered her waist and abdomen, feeling the strength of her whole body on her back, and suddenly punched out.

In an instant, the wind from the fist whistled, piercing through the mist, the stones under the feet cracked, and the stone pillar in front instantly collapsed from the point where the fist fell, with broken stones flying everywhere. The huge stone pillar was shattered into pieces under Inksa's punch.

Rigatu couldn't help but take a deep breath when he saw this - although he could also destroy the stone pillar with one blow, and it would not be difficult for any extraordinary wizard to do so, but Inksha was not good at physical skills but holy light magic. In fact, until a month ago, Inksha's physical skills were still a mess, not to mention that now Inksha didn't seem to mobilize any magic power at all, but relied purely on physical strength to swing.

It was common knowledge that the Goddess's blessing would greatly enhance the Saint's potential, but Rigatu had never heard of such a blessing specifically targeting physical strength...

The saints of all generations are good at holy light magic. Even physical skills must be based on the assistance of holy light magic.

The paladin beside him shrugged, already used to it.

"Her Highness the Saint's power has increased compared to the past few days..."

Rigatu just felt a headache.

If it were a few months ago, if the saint could show such power, Rigato would only be happy, but now he really couldn't laugh.

Inksha's current state must be due to the goddess's protection, right? But why couldn't Inksha contact the goddess? What went wrong? It couldn't be... something really happened to the goddess...

how can that be possible?

but……

He sighed, looking worried.

The Pope said that he had contacted the Arcane Sage about this matter, and now the Arcane Sage and Elsa Faris are on their way. Generally speaking, the Vatican will not ask for help from outsiders for internal affairs, even if the other party is the Arcane Sage. This is not a question of trust or not, but because the sage is not actually a believer of the goddess. On the contrary, the sage actually has a deeper connection with the elves and the world tree, and the mystical magic mastered by the sage belongs to the lineage of the Earth Mother.

But this incident was unprecedented. Even the usually calm and steady Pope had a rare worried look on his face. There was no other way. The more they observed over the past few days, the more they felt that the incident might not really be caused by the saint. On the contrary, it was the goddess who was in trouble. If this was true, then it would undoubtedly be the most terrible news for the Holy See and all of humanity.

No one wants this speculation to come true, but no one can ignore the facts. Now they can only hope that the arrival of those two people can bring some solution to the current dilemma.

Bang.

In the training ground, Inksa's fists had crushed five stone pillars one by one.

Inksa looked focused, but there was still a trace of indelible sadness in her eyes.

In the early morning, she prayed as usual, but the goddess still did not give her any response, which made her feel depressed and uncomfortable, and she unconsciously increased the strength of her fists.

Ever since her connection with the goddess was severed, Inksa often felt depressed and blamed herself, and whenever she felt depressed and blamed herself, she would come to practice boxing.

She became interested in boxing during the time she spent with Elsa. Initially, Inksa began to practice boxing because she admired Elsa's strength. After all, close combat was a required subject for a saint, and practicing a boxing technique was no big deal. Rigato even found a special boxing master to teach her. But as she practiced, Inksa discovered that she was not really cut out for it - unlike the unique talent she showed in holy light magic, her boxing skills were always a mess, and she had not made any progress for several days. Her boxing teacher said that she lacked strength and sharpness, and that kind of thing could not be acquired through training overnight.

But she was not discouraged, because she found that she seemed to have fallen in love with the feeling of practicing boxing.

Of course, she also practices Holy Light Magic, which is a magic that every saint must master. Her diligence in this regard is not inferior to any previous saint, but to be honest, apart from the necessary homework, Inksha's favorite thing is still boxing practice - magic practice consumes the spirit and makes people feel exhausted, but boxing practice is different. Although boxing practice is also very tiring, it is only physical fatigue. The mind and soul seem to be cleansed and become clear, which makes people feel indescribably refreshed.

But soon, something even stranger happened. Ever since she couldn't contact the goddess, she seemed to have suddenly realized something. Her boxing skills, which had no talent at all, suddenly improved by leaps and bounds, and the power she displayed was changing every day. Not to mention herself, even the teacher who taught her boxing had his cognition refreshed again and again.

Instead, her holy light magic began to become difficult to advance.

She didn't slack off in her Holy Light Magic practice, and even devoted more time to it, but it was still the same. This made her fall into self-doubt several times.

Inksha is still mainly practicing Holy Light Magic, but the power displayed by her boxing has in fact far surpassed her Holy Light Magic - even though it has only been two months since she started learning boxing, and she has learned Holy Light Magic for more than ten times that time.

She sighed and interrupted her practice.

She took off her worn and deformed boxing gloves, walked to the sidelines, and asked Rigato:

"Mr. Bishop Rigato, I want to visit my father. Is that okay?"

Before Inksa became a saint, she had been living with her father in a remote fishing village. Now that she has become a saint, the Holy See sent a team of Paladins to be stationed in the fishing village to facilitate the meeting between the father and daughter and to prevent people with ulterior motives from targeting Inksa's relatives. By the way, they also brought Inksa's father to the holy city.

Inksa would meet with her father every once in a while, and was busy with her practice as a saint at other times. However, she has been in a low mood recently and has been training every day. She has not seen her father for a long time.

Rigatu hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it's not convenient today."

"It's okay, I'll go in a few days."

Inksa nodded. She did not ask why it was inconvenient today. She was a saint and she believed that there was always a reason for the arrangements made by the Holy See.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I shouldn't have stopped you." Although Inksa didn't ask, Rigatu took the initiative to explain, "But the Pope just received news from the Sage that they have arrived at the port of Saint Hisera. I guess you will see them soon."

"Is it the Sage and Aisha?"

Inksha was stunned when she heard this.

She had heard a few days ago that Tricia and Aisha would come, but she didn't expect it to be so soon - after all, it was said that they came across the sea instead of taking the teleportation array. Generally speaking, this shouldn't happen in just a few days, right?

As soon as she finished speaking, a nun walked in quickly from outside.

"Your Highness, the Pope asks you to go to the temple."

……

Inksa cast a small spell to brush off the dust on her body, and followed the nun to the temple, where Pope Wilmot was already waiting.

Wilmot was standing quietly under the majestic statue. Today he was wearing a simple white robe and a cloak. The only expensive-looking thing on his body was the brooch below his collar that fastened the cloak. It must be a gem embedded with some kind of magic. Apart from that, there was nothing else. He looked extremely ordinary. If he walked on the street, people who didn't know him would definitely not guess his prominent status.

He seemed to be dressed like this most of the time, or perhaps most monks in the holy city were intentionally reducing unnecessary clothing and external accessories. Inksa's usual clothing was also relatively simple, and she would only wear more gorgeous robes when going out to show her status.

Looking at the solemn statue in the center of the hall, Inksa always had an inexplicable feeling in her heart. For a moment, she was a little hesitant.

"Inksa, you're here." Wilmot turned around. He also noticed Inksa's hesitant steps, sighed inwardly, and asked casually, "I remember that the last time you and Rigato went to the empire, you boarded a floating island ruin with Aisha Faris, the Sage, and others?"

"Yes, those are the ruins left by the Winged People," Inksa said. "We fought against the Filth Ones there and met an ancient survivor of the Winged People."

Rigatu had already reported this matter to Wilmot, and Wilmot nodded.

"The sage brought the island to the Holy City."

"what?"

"Come with me to greet the Sage and Sister Faris. By the way, I also want to see what the remains of the once glorious civilization after the Age of Gods look like."

Only then did Inksa notice that a crow was preening its feathers on a candlestick nearby. She recognized it as the sage's familiar.

……

Following the guidance of the crow, Wilmot brought Inksa to the Sky Island - he needed to confirm it personally before deciding where to place the Sky Island near the Holy City.

As soon as he set foot on this sky city, Wilmot was filled with emotion.

“It’s just amazing – the beauty of the area and the sheer size of the city.”

Elsa and Tricia were already waiting in the city square, and Sophia and the others were also there.

"Senior Celyhilda, Sister Elsa Faris, and all distinguished guests, welcome to the Holy City."

Wilmot smiled calmly in response, his eyes sweeping over Elsa and the others. He saw Sophia, Grace, and Novi, the three witches, Becky, and Ruby. His gaze remained unchanged from beginning to end, and finally he set his gaze on Elsa.

Elsa was a little surprised at the way Wilmot addressed Tricia, but after thinking about it, she understood. Tricia had already been a famous and powerful wizard before the Demon King War. In terms of seniority, this middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties should indeed call Tricia "senior".

However, what surprised Elsa the most was the feeling Wilmot gave people. He didn't look like a person who had been in a high position for a long time, but he didn't look like an ordinary person either. He was peaceful and otherworldly, which made Elsa feel a little familiar.

Yes, the old priest is the same.

Tricia smiled, "Long time no see, Wilmot."

"Meet the Pope..."

Elsa placed her hands on her chest, but before she could speak, Wilmot stopped her.

"Sister Aisha Faris," Wilmot smiled. "Although this is the first time we've met, I can tell you're a devout person devoted to the Goddess. You and I are both followers of the Goddess. In that case, I hope we can get along in a simpler and more down-to-earth way."

Although he said this, Wilmot still felt a little pressure in his heart.

He didn't dare put on the Pope's airs in front of a man who killed the Undead Demon General with one punch, even though he didn't have any airs. On the other hand, although it was the first time they met, he had already had a preliminary understanding of Elsa through various channels. In fact, he attached great importance to Elsa, otherwise he would not have sent Archbishop Rigato to take Inksa to Weilin Town. The reason why Wilmot had never met Elsa in person was, on the one hand, that he could not leave the Holy City, and on the other hand, he knew that Tricia had always been with Elsa, and he still trusted this sage senior.

Everyone else saluted, including Becky.

Her heart was extremely complicated. She couldn't help but think that she was probably one of the rare vampires who could see the Pope in person?

Inksha remained silent, and her eyes were fixed on Elsa since some time ago.

Inksha was really happy to meet Tricia and Aisha again, especially Aisha, the nun who didn't look much older than her. Although she had only spent a short time with Aisha, she was deeply impressed by her amazing strength. She also knew that Aisha would be the future Holy Sister, a close comrade and mentor who would accompany her on her travels across the continent. Whenever she thought of this, her heart would be filled with waves.

But today is different. Ever since she set foot on the Sky Island, Inksa has always felt a vague throbbing in her heart. It is a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, difficult to describe. It is as if her soul is being pulled, making her uneasy. And as she gets closer to Elsa and others, this feeling becomes particularly strong. It feels as if she is not on the Sky Island, but in the temple.

But Elsa was standing right next to the majestic statue of the goddess—that was the source of that feeling. She felt as if she were being pulled by something, as if her soul had left her body, as if...

"Inksa?"

Suddenly, a soft call woke Inksha from her trance. She blinked and saw Aisha bending down and stroking her forehead. Tricia was looking at her thoughtfully, and Wilmot beside her also had a slightly strange look.

"are you OK?"

Elsa asked with concern.

"I-I'm fine..."

Inksa nodded hurriedly, feeling dazed in her heart - what happened to her just now?

"By the way, Wilmot, can Aisha and I talk to Her Highness the Saint alone?"

Tricia, who had been watching them the entire time, spoke up, getting straight to the point. Ever since she'd met Inksha, she'd been keeping an eye on her, and her eyes had been fixed on Elsa. This inevitably reminded Tricia of something Elsa had said a few days earlier, and seeing Inksha like this, she was probably right.

This matter is no small matter. Tricia does not want Wilmot to know about it until it is completely confirmed. If necessary, Tricia even thinks it is better not to tell Inksa herself first.

Wilmot nodded. In fact, he had the same idea. In fact, what happened to Inksa was too strange, and Wilmot was more anxious than anyone else.

"Of course, I'll leave the time to you," Wilmot said. "I'll arrange for this island in the sky to anchor in the northern mountains. I'll also host a dinner tonight. I hope you'll be able to attend."

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