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"Sister Alina, Sister Alina, why is it a 'black' lotus?"

A child raised his hand, “Uncle Lightblair used to say that holy light is always golden or white, and that black signs are bad omens.”

"Well, this..."

Alina stared at the words "New Edition" prominently displayed on the cover of the book, *The Canon of the Holy Church*, and fell silent.

"Because black is now the symbol of our Holy Maiden's miracles. What I said before was actually somewhat wrong. We should not simply use color and appearance to distinguish between good and evil power, but rather use our hearts to be inspired."

A young nun in a black robe came up from the passageway and overheard the children's conversation, so she smiled and joined in.

"It's Sister Margaret, you're back!"

The children turned their heads and saw the nun, and they all cried out with joy.

"Shh, children, don't make noise, listen quietly to the pastor's sermon."

Sister Margaret put her finger to her lips, then nodded apologetically to Alina, "It's rare to have a Holy City priest willing to give a lecture here this year, so let's not waste this hard-won opportunity."

"It's alright, I've actually covered most of the content of today's classic text."

Alina smiled and nodded in understanding, then closed the thick book.

"Is that so? Thank you for your hard work, Miss Alina. The children must be quite naughty."

The nun placed the brown paper bag she was carrying on the table. "Uncle Lightblair has been very busy in the Holy City lately, and he always comes back quite late after helping out, so I haven't been able to keep an eye on them for you."

"It's alright, everyone is actually very well-behaved."

Alina gently stroked the head of a little girl next to her.

"Sister Alina doesn't look much older than us, so why is she already a priest?"

The little girl blinked her big eyes and said.

"Becoming a pastor is not about age, but about affinity with the Holy Light. Sister Alina has a gentle heart that believes in the Holy Light, so she can naturally become a pastor."

Sister Margaret smiled.

"You flatter me, Miss Margaret, I'm actually not gentle at all..."

Alina blushed slightly with embarrassment and scratched her head.

"No way, Alina is clearly very gentle!"

The little girl next to me spoke up.

"Yes, yes, even when Burz broke the mop today, he gently advised him, but Uncle Lightblazer just grabbed a feather duster."

"Hey!? You can praise Alina if you want, why are you criticizing me!?"

The little boy named Burz was caught off guard when his friend stabbed him in the back, and he was suddenly stunned.

Sister Margaret was taken aback at first, then a meaningful smile appeared on her face as she looked at the little boy, "...Booz?"

"I, I really didn't mean to! And I've already fixed it with tape, Sister Alina can vouch for me!"

"You're just taking advantage of Alina's reluctance to tell on you. I saw it myself! Today you were in the attic, yelling 'Draw your sword!' while holding a mop and banging on the crows on the window!"

The little girl persisted.

"What do you know? I was practicing the Diao Sword Technique!"

The boy, Burz, realized his mistake as soon as he spoke. Looking back at Sister Margaret, his forced smile froze. "No, um, let me explain, Sister Margaret..."

"You're in charge of cleaning the kitchen today."

Margaret tapped the boy's head with her finger. "If this happens again, I'll confiscate all your storybooks!"

"No! That's my life!"

Burz immediately looked worried.

Chapter Two: Trainee Pastors

As the commotion subsided, evening arrived, and the small monastery welcomed its rare dinner time.

As a trainee pastor at the sanctuary, Alina's course of work involved preaching around the holy city.

Although Alina always felt a little uneasy whenever she saw passages in the newly compiled handouts describing Lydia's incredible prowess, including one about her defeating a witch and evil god in Stormport, after two weeks of internship, she can now calmly and emotionally recite her story of being beaten to death by the saintess to a group of children at the dinner table.

Perhaps it was because the newly compiled church lectures included many more vivid stories than before, that even during the leisure time after dinner, the children were still willing to sit in rows on their chairs and listen with great interest.

The candlelight flickered, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere in the small hall.

"It's getting dark already, is it alright to talk so late?"

While Alina finished reading another passage, Sister Margaret asked, "Miss Alina, are you going back to the Holy City today? Wouldn't it be unsafe to cross the sea so late?"

"I heard that there has been some unrest in the surrounding area recently, and many refugees from the central region affected by the war are fleeing north."

"It's alright, Miss Margaret. Even if there are thugs, they can't beat me."

Alina smiled.

"puff,"

Looking at the girl's small stature, Sister Margaret couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. "If it really doesn't work out, you can stay for the night. We have some spare rooms here. They may not be as big as those in the Holy City, but they are still clean and tidy."

"Yes, yes, Burz can go sleep in the chicken coop."

A little girl called out.

"Are you stupid? Alina is a girl. If she stays, she'll only be able to sleep in your beds."

Burz's lips twitched.

“Miss Margaret, you’re overthinking it. You really don’t need to worry about me.”

Alina waved her little hand, tucking the handouts on the table under her arm. The combination of the large book and her tiny frame was strangely comical. "But I really should be going now. See you tomorrow, kids."

"Aren't you really going to stay overnight? It's already quite dark outside."

Margaret still spoke with some concern.

"No need, don't worry..."

"Clang."

Just then, a soft sound, like glass shattering, came from upstairs.

Because the environment was very quiet, the sound was particularly clear.

Everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Did...did you hear that sound?"

The little girl spoke.

"One, two... Everyone's here, there shouldn't be anyone upstairs."

Burz counted on his fingers.

"Don't be alarmed, the children were probably just blown by the wind."

Margaret said.

"Impossible, I made sure to close all the upstairs windows before I came down."

Burz shook his head.

"boom"

As they were talking, another soft sound came from upstairs.

"...It might be a rat or something. I'll go check it out."

Margaret stood up from the table, and several children followed suit.

“I’ll go with you, Sister Margaret.”

"Then I'll go too."

"Then, I'll go too. I can't stay down there alone..."

The children surrounded the nun, chattering excitedly. Seeing this, Alina stood up, books in hand, and said, "I'll join you too."

“Miss Alina, this is really delaying your return…”

"It's okay, it's just a quick look, it won't take long."

Alina smiled.

"Wow, Alina is so brave! She just got through it like that!"

Booz watched the girl's short stature as she walked unhesitatingly towards the dark stairwell, somewhat surprised. "Could it be that Sister Alina is actually really that amazing?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Margaret took an oil lamp from the cabinet beside her, lit it with the candle on the table, and called to Alina, "Miss Alina, it's too dark inside, please take the lamp with you."

"Oh, thanks."

Alina then belatedly realized that although the corridor was dark, to her keen senses it was no different from broad daylight, so she hadn't considered that most people would need to turn on the lights.

However, in order not to stand out too much, Alina took the oil lamp and continued forward.

The faint moonlight shone through the tightly locked narrow window, and the quiet, cramped stairwell creaked underfoot.

The children behind her huddled around Sister Margaret like squirrels, and Alina's shadow stretched long in the flickering firelight.

She took a few steps to the door of the room where the noise was coming from, then frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Miss Margaret, just stay there with the children and don't come any closer."

"Ah...? Okay."

Margaret was surprised by Alina's calm demeanor and answered instinctively.

To be honest, after hearing about the recent unrest in the city, she was a little nervous when she suddenly heard noises coming from upstairs in the dark.

As a slum, the security situation in the Gulf Harbor has always been poor. Although the Holy Maiden recently issued an order to increase the number of guards in the vicinity, it is still separated from the Holy City by a sea, and the newly added manpower is still a drop in the bucket for the entire city.

On the other side, Alina hung the oil lamp on the wooden platform by the wall, turned the doorknob, and slowly pushed the door open.

What came into view was a dimly lit, cramped room. The pale moonlight spilled onto the windowsill, shattered glass littered the floor, and a line of bright, glaring bloodstains meandered to the corner of the room.

Alina entered the room and followed the trail of blood, only to find the place empty at the end. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, then looked up in astonishment.

Above them, a gaunt figure was clinging to the ceiling like a spider, its limbs twisted backwards. Bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets, darting around, and met Alina's gaze.

"Uh……"

The eerie figure emitted a hoarse, low growl, then suddenly convulsed, its limbs flailing wildly, and with a "whoosh," it flipped from the ceiling over the door frame to the outside stairwell.

"what!!!"

Margaret, who was in the hallway, saw the terrifying figure and screamed.

The distorted figure also tumbled down from mid-air, its jaw suddenly opening at an exaggerated angle, revealing a straw-like mouthpart protruding from its wide-open mouth.

Margaret turned pale and instinctively spread her arms to protect the children behind her, but at that critical moment, a golden sword suddenly burst forth from behind the figure.

"boom"

The surging power of the holy sword instantly sliced ​​off half of the monster's body, but unexpectedly, the residual power was too great, and the shockwave it generated directly tore apart the entire building above.

The strange figure fell to the corner of the hall like a leaf in the wind, but the huge hole in the ceiling, pierced by the lightsaber, revealed a bright, clear moon to everyone.

Margaret and the children stared in disbelief as Alina's wings unfurled, her body enveloped in golden light, making her appear like a goddess descending to earth.

Alina stared at the floor she had casually smashed through, her lips twitching.

"broken."

As she finished speaking, the overburdened monastery collapsed into rubble.

Chapter Three: First Clues

Ten minutes later, the ruins of the monastery were surrounded by several Knights Templar.

Ye Xiao put his black trench coat back on, leaned against a broken wall, crossed his arms, and listened to Alina finish recounting what had happened.

"So you accidentally destroyed someone else's house."

Alina held her skirt with her two small hands and nodded. "I didn't expect that the power of that Holy Light Sword would be so great... Recently, it seems that my divine magic can draw more and more holy light."