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Chapter 329. The Healing Saintess's Third Cycle (2)

Who is the master of healing?

"Am I a master of healing?"

Once upon a time, a single sword swept across fourteen provinces. The ruthless and decisive Sword Master posed two profound questions.

"correct."

Edric said happily:
"Saving lives is your specialty."

"Because you saved many people, after you left, everyone revered you as a folk god, with the god's name Qingye, who was in charge of peace, health, and tranquility."

Jiang Jianxin stood in the wind, looking bewildered. What her brother had told her today had surprised her greatly.

Although I already knew that my third playthrough might be related to healing, I never expected it to be such a sacred profession.

She subconsciously stroked the small paper sword in her pocket, her mind flashing back to battlefields with millions of corpses and rivers of blood, to the horrific scenes of gunfire and mountains of blood and corpses.

Having witnessed countless battles and bloodshed, listening to Edric recount her legendary story of healing the wounded and saving lives felt like hearing the tale of a complete stranger.

Jiang Jianxin took out the almost forgotten third-cycle diary from his spatial ring.

It was an exquisite notebook with a cover as white as angel wings, and delicate clasps along the edges, though they were just snap clasps that could be easily opened with a gentle pry.

The entire diary is well-made, with clean and new-looking pages, which is completely different from the style of the other previous volumes, which were either hasty and simple or gloomy and heavy.

Just by the touch, one can tell that the owner of this loop lives a life of luxury, like a delicate little pig girl.

She opened her notebook and looked down at the densely packed records inside. What met her eyes were still those foreign characters made up of distorted lines that were difficult to decipher.

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath and asked:

"Then...brother, could you tell me more about my past, such as how I became the Holy Maiden of Light?"

When this topic came up, Edric visibly stiffened, scratching the back of his head, his tone tinged with embarrassment:

"This... I really don't know."

The young man tried to explain:
"Sis, you should know that my boss is the Goddess of Death and Silence. She is the head of the Dark Goddess. I work for her and am a leader in the Dark Cult."

“And you are a saintess of the Church of Light… I’ll be chased and killed by your eighteen knights of justice as soon as I step into the territory of the Church of Light.”

Back then, Edric sent his sister to the territory of the Church of Light simply because, to be honest, he felt that there were really not many good people in the Church of Darkness.

His sister could choose to go astray, but she couldn't start off on the wrong path.

So after careful consideration, Edric sent his sister to the Church of Light.

Originally, I thought that even hypocrisy is good. They did a good job of putting on an act and pretended to be quite considerate of the people's plight. Living as an ordinary person in the territory of the Light Sect, life was ordinary, but I could still get by.

Who knew that the person was sent in this month, and the saintess would be appointed next month.

Edric was initially worried that his sister would not be able to live well without him.

To his surprise, his sister's life had become increasingly prosperous since leaving him. After she became the Holy Maiden of Light, it was inconvenient for him, as the leader of the Dark Cult, to visit her. He could only guess at how she was doing through rumors circulating among the people.

Therefore, we do not know what her struggles were like before she became a saint.

Edric coughed awkwardly, then said:

"Although I don't know that, I can tell you about your old habits, which might help you remember."

He thought for a moment, recalling the memories he had treasured in time, and slowly said:
"You used to like wearing light green tutu skirts, the fluffy skirts swaying gently with your steps like new buds swaying in the spring breeze."

She always wore a pearl headband and white gloves, and she was meticulous and particular in her work… You later wrote me letters that were scented, with herbal tea tucked into the envelope, and even the handwriting was done with gold leaf ink.”

A hint of nostalgia flashed in Edric's eyes as he mentioned his sister's letters; after all, those letters were truly special.

Her letter bag was wrapped in light green crepe paper, inside which was a packet of herbal tea. Inside the tea bag was a packet of white crepe paper with incense. And inside that was a stiff silk envelope with a gilded sealing wax seal.

The packaging, layer upon layer, also had a rich, incense-like scent, not the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume, but a subtle fragrance blended with tea and herbs.

When Edric first received such a thick letter, he was greatly impressed. His sister then excitedly told him what herbs she had used to create such a pleasant aroma.

Edric's nose couldn't actually smell the scent of every herb, but to avoid his sister disliking him for being a wild boar who couldn't eat fine chaff, he forced himself to praise them.

It was because of this incident that Edric gained a deeper understanding of his sister's hobbies.

"...I remember that you not only loved pretty little dresses, but you were also obsessed with scenting various spices. You even joked that you had a bad memory and were always forgetful, but once you scented something with a unique fragrance, you would never forget it."

"what?"

Jiang Jianxin grasped the key point.

She looked at the angel's diary in front of her and, for the first time, brought it to her nose and smelled it.

—It has a fragrance.

It was a very faint fragrance that had been refined over time; it was clearly worn down over a long period of time, yet it still lingered.

The flavor was as rich as aged black tea, mellow and warm, with a subtle hint of herbal aroma—the fresh scent of dried herbs being sun-dried, carrying a complex blend of bitterness and sweetness that gave a sense of tranquility and peace.

"despair--"

The phone fell to the ground, and fragmented memories surfaced.

A figure in a light green tutu slowly appeared in Jiang Jianxin's mind. He couldn't see her face, but he could see her black hair with a pearl headband and her light green eyes that seemed to be smiling.

At that very moment, the setting sun suddenly burst forth with brilliant rays of light, dyeing the entire sky a gentle pale gold, accompanied by an instinctive sense of awe:

[My God, the power of faith has materialized... This is an auspicious sign... Just how many people have you saved?]

No wonder you were able to climb the stairs on your fourth viewing; so that's how it is.

Both the Sword Master and the Prophet are neutral; the former is white with a hint of black, and the latter is black with a hint of white. The Grim Reaper is pure black, and the God of Blue Leaves is pure white.