Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Elsa didn't dislike Brahmot's pretentious attitude. At least when it came to his job, Brahmot was a responsible and serious person.

"Ruth..." Winnie looked in Ruth's direction. "Unfortunately, many people died. She blames herself..."

"She did well enough."

"Yeah..." Winnie lowered her eyes, "She's very kind, so she feels that she hasn't fulfilled her responsibility to protect others..."

Elsa pursed her lips and said nothing. Ruth was sent by the village to request reinforcements. The psychological pressure she endured during this period was not simple. Perhaps so many things happened at the same time and finally broke out.

Several people came specially to express their gratitude and brought some gold coins - it seemed that the temporary village chief over there asked them to bring them. Aisha did not accept them because these villagers needed the money more than Aisha did. They had already lost their homes.

"Sorry... Miss Aisha, we need to go and keep Ruth company..."

"Go, she needs you."

Elsa said goodbye to Winnie and the others.

As the sun began to set, all the surviving villagers received medical care from the priests. Some were seriously injured, but at least their lives were saved. Under Belemut's organization, they gradually moved to Weilin Town, escorted by Aisha and the union members. Some cried, some were depressed, and the atmosphere on the way back to Weilin Town was very depressing.

Bramuth thanked Elsa specifically and apologized on behalf of Charlie Bran, whom he had not seen for a long time. Elsa did not refuse for the first time in a long time, but asked a question in return.

"Do you know 'The Filth One'?"

"'The Filthy One'?" Brahmut frowned, wrinkling his sharp cheeks. "What is that?"

"It should be the same species as those black monsters."

"Black monster..." Brahmute touched his nose, thought for a moment, and shook his head. "I haven't heard of it, but I can help you look for it. There might be a record of it in the guild's files."

Elsa didn't say much, but Bramuth kept this matter in his heart.

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6. The old priest’s request

By the time they escorted the villagers to Weilin Town, it was already completely dark, and Aisha said goodbye to Ruth and the others.

"The village probably can't be rebuilt anytime soon, and it's not safe. What are your plans next?"

"Maybe we'll stay here for a while..." The sadness in Ruth's eyes hadn't faded, but her complexion seemed to have recovered a lot. "Tomorrow... we plan to go to the Lord's City of Dammas on the plains. We may not continue our work as adventurers anymore..."

Elsa nodded without surprise. Every year, many young people joined the ranks of adventurers, and many people left from here.

Because the adventurer profession was too dangerous. Perhaps everything that happened today had made Ruth and the others feel the horror of death up close for the first time, which had led to a retreat. Many adventurers had retired for similar reasons, and Aisha could understand their thoughts.

"I can't be an adventurer in my current state," Thorne scoffed. He had lost his right hand, which was undoubtedly an unbearable blow for a swordsman. "And... I... I've discovered that I'm actually quite timid. I've always been so nervous. Now I can take this opportunity to retire cleanly! Haha, I'm really sorry to make Miss Elsa laugh..."

Elsa didn't think Thorn was a coward, but the moment he held up the shield for the others, he lost that sense of cowardice.

"I want to live with my parents..." Winnie tightly grasped the staff in her hand, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Some things are too far away for someone like me. Today I felt that maybe I should spend more time with them..."

Caesar didn't say much and seemed to be planning to join them.

"That's a good thing. The situation is getting unclear now. Traces of monsters have appeared in places where they shouldn't be. I guess all the villages here will be relocated." Elsa thought for a moment and said, "You can stay here temporarily. If you need any help, go to the church and find Father Angus. He's a very good person and he will help you. Anyway, I wish you a safe journey and take care."

……

After saying goodbye to a few people, Elsa returned to the monastery. It was late at night, and most of the other nuns had already gone to bed. The monastery's rules were very strict. The nuns had to abide by the rules and regulations every day, reciting scriptures, copying books, learning to read, keeping bees, and planting. They rarely had much time to rest, so naturally they went to bed early.

The side door of the monastery was ajar, and Elsa knew it was probably left there for her.

She stood in front of the door, thought for a moment, then looked down at her clothes. After walking all the way from the village, her black uniform had become a little dirty.

She shook hard - her muscles vibrated at supersonic speed, and the vibration waves were transmitted to the clothes. Soon, the ultrasonic waves removed the stains on the clothes.

Aisha put her headscarf back on and gently pushed open the side door.

She saw Father Angus sitting in the kitchen, holding a candlestick, hunched over a thick black leather-bound book. The pages were yellowed and some were missing, making it look very old.

"Father Angus, I'm back." Elsa closed the door casually and lowered her voice. This door was obviously opened for her by the priest. From the time she was accepted into the church until now, although the priest was often strict, he actually had a kind side.

"It's Elsa... Miss Bran from the town hall came to see you again today, but you happened to be away. She looked very depressed. Are you sure you don't want to go see her?"

"Charlie...I'll meet with her."

"Well, don't keep the little girl waiting too long - wait, where are your shoes?" Father Angus widened his eyes as soon as he saw Aisha's bare feet.

Aisha smiled sheepishly, "Well... that's all."

The priest took a deep breath, shook his hand holding the book, and put it down again.

He sighed.

"never mind……"

He stood up and took out a plate of snacks and fruits from beside the candlestick. "You haven't eaten yet? Are you hungry?"

Elsa found a stool nearby and sat down, then took out her knife and fork.

Father Angus looked at Aisha with a puzzled expression, and suddenly asked, "How many people are there this time?"

"Forty-seven."

What a cold number - Elsa counted clearly, forty-seven people died, more than half of whom were elderly farmers and women. They were killed without any resistance against the monsters.

Elsa peeled the apple, cut it, and popped it into her mouth. Perhaps it was the temperature here, but most fruits in this world were small and not very sweet, though Elsa wasn't picky. Even stranger was the fact that most people here cooked their apples. Only the priest, knowing Elsa's habits, prepared a fresh, crisp apple for her. Mmm, it was quite sour, but fortunately, Elsa wasn't afraid of sourness at all.

But what the old priest didn't know was that it would also feel strange for Elsa to eat the fruit on the plate with a knife and fork. She would rather break the fruit into two pieces and bite them in her hands, but that was too early for the nuns in this world.

"Really..." The old priest was silent for a moment before asking, "Have those monsters increased in number again?"

"More than last time."

This was already the second time monsters had attacked the village. The old priest shook his head worriedly.

After a while, he closed the book, turned around and looked directly at Elsa with a serious expression, "Elsa, I have something I want to discuss with you... and ask for your opinion."

"what?"

"The Holy City has begun selecting new Holy Sisters, and I want you to go."

"what?"

Elsa looked up and found that the old priest's expression was full of struggle and a hint of imperceptible pleading. She frowned strangely.

"Are you willing to leave here and serve Her Highness the Saint?"

Elsa looked puzzled. "Saint Sister... isn't that the one set up for Saints...?"

"Although the Saint's Guards are of the same rank as the Knights Templar, their most important duty is to serve the Saint," Father Angus said, his hoarse voice rising and falling with the candlelight. "The Saint's appearance is not without reason. The Goddess has brought her holy light upon this world because a new evil has arisen somewhere. The Empire has chosen its heroes, but the Saint of the Church is still too weak. She needs to grow and gain experience... and she needs someone to protect her weakness—before she grows into a towering tree."

"Is that so..." Elsa pondered, slowly putting down her knife and fork. "It's different from what I heard outside. I thought the Saint would accompany the Hero from the beginning, or at least the Templars should be able to serve as guards..."

This is how comics and novels in the previous life were portrayed, the training of a saint. Doesn’t this sound very similar to stories like Legend of the Brave?

"inappropriate."

Father Angus didn't say much about why it was inappropriate, but just shook his head and asked, "Are you going?"

"I don't mind," Aisha said without any concerns, "but... am I capable of doing it?"

Father Angus laughed: "If you can't go, no one can go."

“Hmm…I see…”

Aisha looked into the old priest's eyes and sighed, "Okay, should I prepare anything?"

"No need... Just pack your clothes and I'll help you prepare the rest." The old priest breathed a sigh of relief, his tone becoming deeper. "It's getting late today, go get some rest. If nothing goes wrong, someone will come to pick you up tomorrow."

"Ah? So early?"

"Dammas City sent people here to investigate the recent incidents caused by monsters. People from the church are accompanying them. The roads to the plains were previously blocked by those monsters, so I only learned about this today..."

The old priest sighed and took out a rough letter sealed with wax. Elsa took out the letter and took a look. It was probably about the selection of holy nuns. There was also the seal and letter of appointment of the Holy See at the bottom.

"I wanted to discuss this with you earlier, but you just disappeared."

"Well……"

After finishing her fruit, Elsa didn't touch the snacks on the plate - those snacks were all coarse dry food, dry and tasteless, which Elsa didn't like.

"Oh, right," Aisha suddenly remembered something and asked the old priest, "Father, do you know the 'Filthy One'?"

"I don't know..." The old priest thought for a moment, "I've never heard of that name before. What is it?"

"Oh, nothing. I just saw it in a book and thought it was strange." Elsa made an excuse and didn't say much. After all, it was something on the panel, and Elsa couldn't explain it. "Father, if there's nothing else, I'll go to bed first. You should get some rest too."

"go Go."

Angus watched Aisha leave before he slowly stood up, looked up at the dark window and sighed.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, pondered suspiciously for a moment, then immediately picked up the old black-leather book on the table again, squinting his eyes and reading it carefully in the candlelight.

The pages of the book were slowly turned over, and two candlesticks were changed. Finally, the old priest's gaze fixed on a page with a faint mold stain - a hideous and twisted monster image was painted in the center of the page, and there were only a few strokes of the annotation below, and mixed in it was a circle of twisted words: "The Filthy One".

Apart from this, there is no other introduction. It seems that the author of this book does not know what the "filthy ones" are, or even where this name comes from and what it represents.

The old priest's narrowed eyes became solemn.

"A natural disaster...is it about to happen?"

The old priest's voice was hoarse and disappeared in the dim candlelight.

……

Ryan Carnia, this is the name of this continent.

This is a world of swords and magic, and the verifiable history of human beings living and multiplying here is at least four thousand years.

Elsa traveled here two years ago. At first, she was excited by the many creatures in this world that she had never seen in her previous life. Dozens of powerful intelligent races such as elves, orcs, undead, dwarves, etc. made up the diverse and rich culture and system of this world. She encountered amazing things every day, but gradually, Elsa found that this world was not as beautiful as she had imagined.

Simply put, there are monsters in this world. They are monsters that exist in the world in incomprehensible ways and threaten the stability of this world.

A long, long time ago, the legendary Demon King led the monsters to descend, and war began since then. The already underdeveloped economy suffered a devastating blow, and supplies became increasingly scarce due to the war. Even between human kingdoms, plunder and war were the norm. The rampant demons and powerful races such as humans, elves, and ancient dragons divided the continent. In the end, the Demon King was thrown into the abyss by the joint efforts of several major races and sealed up.

However, the trauma brought by the war still continues to bring pain to the world. Even without the Demon King, the world is still filled with an atmosphere of instability.

Natural disasters, man-made disasters, foreign invasions and national conflicts have created a world prone to frequent disasters.

People's lives are not guaranteed, and poverty and backwardness are the main themes of this world.

The stone tablets handed down from four thousand years ago record the glorious feudal civilizations. It is still the same today, four thousand years later, except that they have been replaced by books and scrolls. The stories told by the bards span the eastern and western continents, and each place is different. No one knows how much exaggeration there is in it. The waterwheel mill is already a remarkable "mechanical power production" here.

Science is completely stagnant in this world.

After traveling through time, Elsa lived a life of hardship and homelessness. It was the old priest and nuns who took her in, taught her the language and writing of this world, and taught her the common sense of this world.

From one day on, she suddenly realized that her strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. That day she discovered her panel for the first time.

Now she is gradually becoming stronger and has a sense of belonging to the monastery.

morning--

Before daybreak, Aisha followed the nuns in prayer. After the prayer, Aisha and several nuns went to fetch water and worked in the flower garden for a while. These were just a small part of the nuns' daily life. The monastery relied on leasing land and collecting taxes and donations to obtain income. In addition to studying and practicing the doctrine, the nuns also needed to learn some necessary manual and labor knowledge.

After all, honey is also an important source of income, and the church's candles are made from it, which is much more useful than those made from fish oil.

An hour later, it was breakfast time. The people in the monastery called this "holy fast". It is said that the morning is sacred, so the morning food is also sacred.

Very strange statement, never heard of it.

Elsa has been living with other nuns and has gradually gotten used to it.

Plate after plate of food was served on the table. Knives and forks were neatly placed in front of the silver candlesticks. Only in front of Elsa was there a pair of chopsticks - she had a blacksmith forge them according to her own habits, and they looked out of place among the nuns.

Breakfast consisted of bread and milk sent by the farmer, accompanied by some seasonal fruit - raw.

Aisha has never been able to get used to the food here.

The nuns were also required to fast regularly like the priests, and that was the most difficult time. In addition, most of the food here seemed very difficult to swallow, hard and astringent. The church raised bees so there was some seasoning, but the meat here often had a fishy smell, and there was not much distinction between fruits and vegetables, sometimes cooked and sometimes eaten raw - almost every village had its own habits.

No one cares about this except Elsa.

"Little Elsa~"

The nun next to her covered her mouth and called out quietly, her name was Debbie, she had been in the convent for more than ten years and was the oldest.

"what happened?"

"Are you going to audition for the 'Holy Sister'?" Debbie asked quietly. The other nuns also looked eager or curious, secretly observing the whispers. Alice, the youngest nun, also looked at Elsa with wide eyes and a twinkling gaze.

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, I should go..."

Seeing Aisha nod, Debbie showed an excited look.