I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

Mien, who had been calm and unhurried, immediately adopted a serious and earnest demeanor upon seeing the two's eagerness.

Seeing Mien's expression, Phil and Rachel felt a strange sense of humiliation, but they had no reason to say anything, so they reluctantly said in a low voice:

"Chief Mien, we will deal with the powerful enemy of the Mystics, but we need your assistance. The magic array in Valgon City is too powerful for it."

Where is the formidable enemy? Isn't it just a matter of the magic array?

However, seeing the expressions on their faces as if they were eating shit, Mien, not wanting to be smug, went along with it and said:

"Okay, let me take a look."

Having said that, he walked forward from the very back, passing through all the soldiers and knights in full armor, deliberately slowing his pace.

This displeased everyone, but they couldn't say anything, so they could only frown.

Mien's gaze was solemn as he carefully observed the purple magic array patterns swirling in mid-air, flashing with ancient incantations.

It was partly an act, and partly genuine.

He carefully examined the activated magic circle and compared it with the information obtained from the previous examination.

There were no abnormalities found, consistent with the Academy's prior preparations.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the enormous energy required to support it exceeded previous estimates, and it remains to be seen whether any abnormalities will occur.

After a long wait, Mien finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is it?" Rachel asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.

"It seems that it can be disassembled. The Academy of Scholars has records of relevant laws, and some scholars have also conducted special research on it."

Mien's gaze was heavy, filled with worry: "But..."

"Just what?"

Mien said helplessly:

"The Covenant Truth Cult has been gone for over a hundred years, and related research has also declined. Although we have organized a study session with all our might after the incident, the time was too short, and we are not confident that we can find a perfect solution."

Bishop Phil expressed his displeasure in a stern tone:

"No need for you to worry, Chief. Just tell us how to break it. The Academy doesn't need to take responsibility."

Mien cast a questioning look at him: "Do you know how to activate the power of the Contract Truth?"

Phil paused, taken aback.

"This is different from casting different spells using the energy of light. It requires following its magical laws to minimize conflict and explosion. Has the Vatican provided any related training?"

Seeing Mien's focused expression as he diligently uttered extremely offensive words, Phil didn't know how to respond and could only shake his head slightly.

After pondering for a moment, Mien looked up and said:

"We can only let the scholars in the Academy handle it, even though the risk is too great, it's the only way."

His expression was resolute.

Phil instinctively met Rachel's gaze and saw the same look in her eyes.

The stage that the two were originally vying for suddenly changed, and amid the fierce competition, the Academy of Scholars suddenly intervened.

This inevitably aroused their suspicions, as if by unspoken agreement:

Mien didn't do it on purpose, did she?

He wants a piece of the pie too?

It even looks like they're trying to steal the fruits of our hard-fought victory! Aren't you the biggest contributor now?

However, given Mien's long-standing style, his current reaction is indeed quite different.

Mien seemed oblivious to their expressions, lost in thought as he spoke:

"But according to the information I received, none of the four magic arrays here have been cleared beforehand. We don't know if there are any heretics hiding inside. This is too dangerous."

He looked at the two of them and said solemnly:

"Your Highness, Your Excellency, I need your help."

Their eyes lit up: "What kind of help?"

"You need to dispatch your forces to assist the scholars in entering the various magic arrays and protect their safety."

"No problem!" the two agreed immediately.

"How many people in the Academy of Scholars are capable of dismantling magic arrays?"

Mien: "There are probably a dozen or so people from the Academy of Scholars, mostly Holy Chapter Scholars."

Lucia is also a member of the Academy, so there's nothing wrong with her.

Mien deliberately avoided mentioning Lucia at first, so as not to stress them out.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded.

They immediately mobilized their forces and secretly instructed that more people be sent in, at least more than the number of scholars.

Whoever has more people will always be regarded as the main force and core.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you two!" Mien said gratefully.

…………

Soon, the three men's orders reached the people of Valgon, and they quickly sprang into action.

The scattered forces gradually converged towards the other four magic arrays.

Lucia was busy in the streets and alleys, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Apart from the battle at the abandoned factory, almost all the remaining cultists in the city were wiped out.

All the people who were cursed were saved thanks to Lucia's efforts.

Loyal Paul had already led Miles's men into the "police station," where they were all arrested before they could react.

They then began treating the wounded soldiers with healing arts.

Besides sweat and mud, blood gradually stained Lucia's white dress as she ran among the people.

In the eyes of the crowd, she appeared even more beautiful.

A beam of holy light that had illuminated Lucia's face gradually faded, and Lucia healed yet another screaming knight with a broken leg.

She let out a long breath; the prolonged fatigue made her feel aches and pains.

"Is something the matter?" Neuer asked with concern.

Lucia smiled and shook her head, but couldn't hide the weariness in her eyes: "It's nothing."

At this moment, they all noticed the unusual activity around them, and the soldiers and knights moved about on a large scale again.

Phyllis walked up to Lucia.

Before she could say anything, Lucia's doubt had turned into determination, her eyes shining brightly.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Seeing this, Phyllis stopped explaining, turned around, shook her cloak, and quietly waited for Lucia to catch up and lead her to the nearby magic circle.

"Where are you going?" Neuer asked impatiently, facing the two riddle-makers.

"We need to dismantle several of the cult's energy arrays, otherwise the battle under the pillars of light cannot be resolved," Phyllis said.

Lucia turned her head, her face calm, and simply said, "Thank you for your help, Countess."

You can't see much emotion on their faces, whether it's liking or disliking.

Neuer watched their retreating figures, remaining where he was and not following them.

After a moment of deep thought, his eyes became resolute, and he loudly commanded his law enforcement officers and knights to do their best to help the people of his city who had been affected by the cult.

…………

Dozens of Imperial soldiers and paladins were already waiting not far away.

They "welcomed" the three or four people sent by the Academy of Scholars.

Then they 'protected' them in the middle and walked around to the location of the nearby magic circle.

The scene was so grand that one might mistake it for the arrest of several members of the Academy.

but.

Along the way, people comforting their families or huddling together for warmth were talking, crying, and silently looking at the ruined houses ravaged by the disaster.

They leaped over the tall figures and saw the scholar's robes of the scholars who had saved them from dire straits, fluttering among the crowd.

Someone suddenly widened their pupils, pointed forward, and looked at the person next to them.

Everyone saw the saintess, covered in mud and visibly exhausted, yet she still held her head high and resolutely walked towards some unknown place.

Her small figure seemed out of place with everything around her.

People pursed their lips tightly and just watched in silence.

An old woman slumped in front of the house, a tear streaming from her deep-set eyes.

"She's still a child..."