This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

The morning was as peaceful as any other day.

In a separate room behind the main hall of the church, Isera sat in her large chair, handling the day's affairs.

Bright sunlight streamed through the window, forming a clearly visible beam of light that shone onto the desktop, casting dappled patterns of light on the messy pile of documents.

Today, Ysera wore a pure white robe, and her long, smooth, beautiful black hair fell naturally down.

She rested one hand on her forehead, rubbing her temples, and looked at the documents left on the table.

These are documents that should have been processed last night, but were not completed on time.

She hasn't been in a good work state these past few days, and her efficiency in processing documents has been somewhat low.

She picked up a document at random and casually glanced at it, tilting her head to the side.

The document contains a confirmation report regarding the appointment of priests in the surrounding city parishes.

"This is the third time..." she muttered with some dissatisfaction.

It was merely the inauguration of a priest.

From the certification of eligibility to become a priest, to the comparison and contrast among candidates, and finally to the final confirmation of the best candidate before taking office.

The appointment of this one priest alone required her to process documents three times within a month.

She kept signing mechanically, confirming endlessly, without even knowing what the priest looked like.

This is just one parish priestess; she also has to handle at least dozens of ordinary monk appointments and dismissals, abbot promotions, and so on every day.

The Pope has long been in a state of seclusion for spiritual practice.

In theory, she assumed all the duties of the Pope and the saint, and had the power to manage the religious personnel of the entire kingdom.

But in reality, she simply didn't have that much energy to deal with so many trivial matters.

There were just too many things that needed her to handle.

For example, the investigation into Count Oscar.

The church has been investigating Count Oscar's case for some time now, under the orders of the Queen.

However, she was overwhelmed and didn't have enough energy to deal with this matter.

Everyone knows that Count Oscar is dissatisfied with the current Queen and is very likely plotting a crime.

However, there is no evidence to prove that he actually had the intention to rebel.

Too many things weighed on her mind, making it hard for her to breathe.

At this moment, it would be wonderful if someone were by her side.

"Yulia..."

The thought of Yulia made her clench her fists unconsciously, gripping the document tightly so that the white paper was slightly torn and creased.

Realizing she had lost her composure, she quickly released the document from her hand and began to check its contents.

Fortunately, the file was not damaged.

"Thank goodness..." Isera breathed a sigh of relief.

She put down the documents in her hand, leaned back in her chair, and took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"No, this is time to focus on work..."

She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind of distractions.

Just then, a series of regular knocks sounded on the door.

Ysera instantly opened her eyes and sat up straight. The fatigue and confusion on her face disappeared, replaced by a holy and elegant saintess.

"Please come in."

There was not a trace of emotion in her pleasant voice.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a young knight dressed in iron armor with a sword at his waist appeared and bowed respectfully to her.

This is Isera's young servant, Harrison Jones.

An 18-year-old male knight is responsible for protecting Ysera's safety and performing some basic assistant duties.

"Harrison, what's wrong?" Isera's tone carried a hint of authority.

Harrison clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said:

"Reporting to the Holy Maiden, that man from last time has come again."

"That man from last time?"

Isera frowned.

"You mean Thor Blass?"

Harrison nodded and then began to describe what had just happened.

"The security guard told me that the man wants to see you again today."

"Just like last time, I told the gatekeeper that Miss Saintess did not want to see him."

"But......"

A bad feeling crept into my heart.

Ysera quickly interrupted and asked:

"But what?"

Harrison was somewhat surprised to notice the change in Isela's attitude; he had never seen the saintess act like this before.

He said he absolutely had to see you today.

Realizing her lapse in composure, Ysera coughed awkwardly twice to conceal her anxiety and slowly said:

"What's the reason? He didn't say why he came here today?"

"But he refused to tell us why."

"Damn Thor," Ysera cursed inwardly.

Last time, he simply refused to purify Thor, and Thor kidnapped Yulia in retaliation.

Several days passed, and Thor suddenly arrived, probably because something had happened to Julia.

"Did he come alone?" she asked tentatively.

Harrison recalled the rumor from earlier and replied:

"Indeed, according to the security guard, there seemed to be a disobedient girl with him."

Disobedient girls...

Isera felt slightly relieved; it seemed that Julia was at least still alright.

As long as Yulia is alive, I will definitely be able to rescue her.

She took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Let him in. I'll see him in the main hall of the church."

"Yes, ma'am."

Harrison turned and left, leaving Isera alone in the room.

She pulled a mirror out of the drawer and looked at her face. The mirror showed a cool and delicate face.

She looked in the mirror and tidied her hair and eyebrows.

"I'm going to see Yulia..."

She put the mirror down, tidied it up in the drawer, and then walked towards the door of the room.

Pushing open the door, you arrive directly at the church's main hall, which connects to the room.

The church's main hall is spacious and bright, with stained glass windows on both sides that reflect light onto the floor in a dazzling array of colors.

Inside the church's main hall, countless wooden benches are neatly arranged.

Thor had just entered through the aisle between the two rows of benches.

And Yulia, standing to the side.

Isera's attention was immediately drawn to Julia.

At this moment, Yulia stood beside Thor, the two maintaining a distance of at least one meter, appearing very distant.

Yulia was wearing a black and white dress, revealing her fair and slender legs, and all the previous scars on her legs had disappeared.

Yulia's previously messy hair was now neatly combed and cut shorter, allowing her beautiful hair to fall smoothly and naturally.

At this moment, although Yulia's face wore an aloof indifference, it was clear that she was in very good health.

Isera was somewhat surprised to see this.

This was completely different from the Yulia he had imagined, who was suffering from hunger and cold.

Thor, standing beside her, still wore that smug expression, and Ysera didn't even bother to glance at him.

There's no need to even glance at it.

She turned to the loyal guard beside her.

"Harrison, you can go out now. I need to talk to them."

Harrison hesitated.

"Don't you need me to protect you here?"

After saying that, Harrison looked at Thor with disgust; he didn't trust Thor either.

"Listen to your master and get out," Thor said ruthlessly, as if shooing away a small dog.

"you!"

Harrison was in a fit of anger and was about to yell at someone, but when he caught a glimpse of the Saintess's frowning expression, he finally managed to restrain himself.

"Get out, Harrison."

Isera's voice rang out.

Even though he was unwilling, Harrison was not willing to disobey the saintess's orders.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Heeding Ysera's words, he strode toward the door, giving Thor a final glare before leaving.

Thor, however, seemed indifferent.

Harrison was quickly ushered outside, and the hall was cleared of all the irrelevant people.

"Thor, what brings you here today?"

Thor slowly answered Ysera's question.

"Miss Isela".

"Some problems have arisen between Yulia and me..."