The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

“I’ve also become somewhat interested in him. That guy named Ryan is perhaps more interesting than you or I imagine. He has a peculiar aura about him, the aura of an ancient being.”

"Rather than killing him, I'd rather see where he can go in the future."

"Moreover, those guys who spread rumors really angered me."

"It's rare to see us with the same goal."

In a flash of light, Orina transformed back into her childhood self, while Olivena became a little girl in a black dress.

Two identical little girls, one in white and one in black, stood in the dazzling light, their fingers intertwined, like two sides of a mirror.

"The initiative is temporarily in your hands."

"Make those who dare to oppose us pay the price."

The magic flowed, and in an instant, the positions of Orina and Olivena were switched.

Olivena stood in the light.

Orina, on the other hand, stood in the corner.

"Hehehe..."

"I will kill them."

"No one can escape from my scythe."

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The morning light shone evenly on Olina's bed.

She opened her eyes, her golden pupils scanning the surroundings, her inner magic surging powerfully.

"The air here is as dirty and murky as ever."

She stood by the window, stretching her body to her heart's content.

Just then, she noticed the ring on her ring finger and was about to reach out to touch it when a voice in her mind warned her.

"If you dare touch me, I will kill you."

She chuckled, but ultimately withdrew her hand.

"That's really scary~"

"However, it's a nice gift."

"Speaking of which, Ryan and I still have one dance left to finish."

"You...you won't mind, will you?"

There was no response.

"Then I'll take that as a yes~"

"Don't test my patience again and again!"

She stopped talking and casually took down the priest's robe from the wall.

After putting on the scepter, he used his toes to lift one side of the scepter and walked out with a frivolous gait.

In the hallway, someone greeted her.

"Lady Olina, greetings..."

She stopped and looked at the little girl whose head was hanging low. She leaned over and gently lifted the girl's chin with her finger.

Golden eyes, gleaming with amusement.

Under the girl's panicked gaze, she parted her thin lips slightly and said calmly.

"Call me Olivena."

Chapter 177 Basic Etiquette in Social Situations

The Vatican City today is destined to be anything but peaceful.

Inside the magnificent cathedral, the core members of all four major warbands of the Knights of the Sun were present.

Salome Lydia, the Grand Master of the Moon Knights, and her three vice-masters stood together in neat rows.

The Knights of the Morning Star only sent a few researchers with dark circles under their eyes, looking sickly and wearing white lab coats. None of the core members were present, and their attitude could only be described as perfunctory.

This also shows that the Star Knights have absolutely no interest in the affairs of the Holy See.

In addition, there were the current high-ranking officials of the Vatican, three high priests, and all the other officials whose names could be mentioned.

Even some highly respected clergy from local churches were invited to the main church.

Before these people stood Tracy, holding a scepter.

Everyone is waiting for Olina... or rather, for Olivena to appear.

Finally, with the sound of crisp footsteps, Olivena appeared before everyone.

Her flirtatious gait, coupled with her alluring figure swaying from side to side with each step, caused those around her to constantly swallow their saliva.

Lydia noticed the unusual expression and frowned slightly.

Felin, a member of the Moon Knights, also noticed something amiss. He quietly approached Lydia and whispered something to her.

Then, Lydia suddenly realized what was going on and whispered some instructions to the vice commanders.

Olivena glanced at Trishfa as she passed by.

"Elder Trishfa, it seems you didn't sleep well last night."

Why are there a few more wrinkles around your eyes?

"I have some excellent anti-wrinkle and skin-nourishing cream here. Would you like some?"

This arrogant tone infuriated Trish.

But it's okay.

You won't be laughing for long.

"No need, Olina."

"You should worry more about your own affairs."

Olivena chuckled softly, swinging her long, white legs as she stood in front of the cathedral as always.

Behind him are the seven main gods that the Bysma Church serves.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the church dome, falling on Olivena.

This adds a touch of distant holiness to this cold and alluring beauty.

"Elder Trishfa, you've gone to so much trouble to gather almost all the members of the Holy See here. Is there something important that you need to discuss?"

Trishfa stood tall and proud, the leader of the three great knightly orders of Icefield, Griffin, and Westwind, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The leader of the Sword Knights glanced at the other three men, seemingly casually, his right hand resting on the hilt of the rapier at his waist.

A subtle atmosphere permeated the cathedral.

At the touch of a hair.

"Olina".

"The Vatican of Bysma, do you still remember the first article of its doctrine?"

Olivena fiddled with a stray hair behind her ear, glancing at Trishfa out of the corner of her eye: "Of course I know, but Elder Trishfa, what are you trying to say?"

Tracy's tone was icy, and her eyes gleamed with a chilling light.

"Since you already know, I won't beat around the bush."

The moment the words left his mouth, the scepter slammed heavily onto the ground with a resounding clang. "Olina!"

"As the High Priest of the Holy See and the current supreme ruler of the Bysma Church, you should set an example by taking the doctrine as your faith and dedicating everything to the seven main gods."

"However, when you entered the Vatican, you used some improper means to circumvent the chastity test."

"You were not a virgin even before you entered the Vatican!"

"You have deceived the Church of Bysma, deceived everyone, and even defiled the sacred mission of the Church of Bysma!"

"Your actions have violated the highest taboo of the Holy See!"

"You are not qualified to continue serving as the High Priest!"

Trish Fa's voice was very loud and carried an irresistible authority.

The crowd below immediately erupted in discussion.

Some say that the rumors were indeed true, and that Olina was a disgrace to the Papacy of Bysma.

Some say that Lady Orina would not betray the faith of the Holy See, and there must be some hidden reason behind it.

To parrot what others say.

However, neither the Knights of the Moonlit Night nor the Knights of the Morning Star participated in this discussion.

The Knights of the Moonlit Night were originally loyal to Orina.

In their view, loyalty to Olina must supersede faith.

The Knights of the Morning Star had absolutely no interest in this; they only had one thought in their minds: to finish quickly so they could return to the laboratory.

Unlike the crowd below, which was boiling like water.

As the person involved, Olivena showed no emotional fluctuations, as if she were listening to someone else's story, leisurely picking at her nails, appearing completely indifferent.

Trish Fat's lips curled into a cold smile as she raised her voice.

"Olina".

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Olivena slightly raised her eyes. Although her expression remained nonchalant and frivolous, the invisible pressure emanating from her body made Trish Fa pause for a moment.

"I've already told many people about this on my way here."

"But there are still many people who always mispronounce my name."