My magic panel is too numerical.

The air seemed to still, and everything appeared to have settled down.

The moon seemed to stop shining brightly and quickly hid behind the clouds.

It all happened so fast that it wasn't until another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and a torrential downpour began that everyone finally reacted.

Finally, someone responded: "Did Miss Christina turn the tide of the battle?"

Instantly, a wave of discussion swept through the surrounding area.

"I think so. Didn't you see the strange phenomenon appear, shining on that Agent lady?"

"Wait a minute, why do I feel like the phenomenon is shining on the young man beside her?"

"Yes, I also saw him stand there, and the huge vengeful spirit was blown away by the wind. Maybe it was the strange phenomenon he brought."

"Who is he? Why did he receive the extraordinary phenomenon of 'the sun and moon shining together'?"

"I don't know, but don't you think he's kind of handsome?"

With almost the entire army wiped out, can a victory so brutally devastated be called a victory?

Pharos believed that it was not possible.

Even in the end, the person behind the scenes remained at large, a heavy slap in the face to the church.

After hearing the report, an elderly man in white beside him sighed deeply: "How is Chris?"

"Miss Christina is currently conscious, but the damage to her soul is irreversible, and she may no longer be able to serve as the proxy."

The elderly man in white had a grim face. He sat in a mechanical wheelchair, which had mechanical prosthetic limbs instead of wheels, which occasionally emitted white steam to dissipate heat. He said in a low voice, "Continue to block the news. Castile cannot lose Chris! Also, don't let her find out herself."

"OK……"

"I originally thought that the vision of 'the sun and moon shining together' was an encouragement from God. I never expected it to be Chris's final act. We realized it too late and missed the revelation God gave us..." the elder in white said regretfully.

No, your god is an outside help I brought in.

Pharos silently grumbled.

Then Pharos met the gaze of the elder in white.

Oh no, we've been caught eavesdropping...

Faros was momentarily embarrassed: "Good evening, priest."

"I am Cardinal Byron Mendes, the resident cardinal of Castile. May God be with you."

Cardinal Byron, propelling his steam-powered prosthetic limb, walked toward Pharos, emitting a hissing sound from the mechanical transmission.

Is he a cardinal?

Pharos was shocked.

He had seen quite a few magical machines in this world, but most of the time they were used as weapons by law enforcement officers, such as the priest who just held the complex device.

He had originally thought that priests were all magicians, but now it seems that there are also mechanics who rely on machines.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency, Pharos Hastings. May God be with you."

"I heard that Chris tried to use you as bait, which put you in danger, and you were only saved after awakening the 'Anomalous Aura'?"

Hey, how come you summed up the result I worked so hard for in just one sentence?

Pharos pursed his lips, feeling that denial was pointless, and said vaguely, "Probably? I'm just a student, you know, I don't know much about the church in this regard."

"I can't be mistaken, you have indeed established a connection with God!" Byron said kindly and gently. "You've done very well! Thank you for your dedication to the church. You're a fine young man. Would you be interested in joining the church?"

Pharos understood that the church's final assessment of this incident was:

The priests fell into a trap, but coincidentally, a young man awakened divine favor, attracting the attention of the god of prayer. In the end, with the god's help, Christina, at the cost of severe spiritual damage, resolved the giant vengeful spirit.

That's true. When an agent stands next to a student, no one would think that the student is the one who turned the tide.

Pharos was completely unconcerned and even breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to reveal his hand too early, nor did he know the church's attitude towards it.

He glanced at the silent Miss Raven and refused, saying, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I am not a devout believer and have no intention of offering everything for 'the Lord'."

Byron nodded, seemingly quite pleased with the young man's candor: "So many people would kill for a chance to get into the church, and you're quite frank. Would you mind telling me about your aspirations?"

Pharos wasn't the type to hide his feelings, and said helplessly, "I want to leave Castile and get into a magic university."

"Have you thought it through? The admission criteria for the Magic University do not include 'prayer' or divine favor."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Upon hearing this, Byron nodded regretfully and said nothing more.

Nowadays, it's clear to everyone that the Church is the weakest of the three major powers in the Empire. It's understandable that talented young people don't like religion and prefer to go to the free and passionate magic academy.

Suddenly, a female priestess walked up to Byron and whispered a few words in his ear.

Byron nodded and said, "Chris wants to see you alone and has been throwing a tantrum about it for a long time. Could you please come over?"

Pharos nodded and was just about to leave.

Byron then remembered something and added, "Oh, there's one more thing."

Ok?

Pharos suddenly had a sense of déjà vu. Was there a scene that seemed familiar somewhere in another world?

"Hey, Your Excellency, forgetting things all the time isn't a good sign," Pharos thought to himself.

"Please speak."

"Christina's soul is somewhat special. She suffered severe damage from the 'spirit,' and her emotions may not be very good. If she tries to cause trouble, please bear with her."

…………

The ward was set up on the first floor of Moretti's house; the second floor was cracked and leaking due to the giant's kick.

Pharos knocked on the door.

"Go in..." The voice sounded weak and feeble.

When Pharos saw Miss Christina again, he was a little shaky.

I was so focused on showing off in front of others that I forgot to be more discreet. What will I do if people ask me about this?

Pharos forced a smile and asked, "Are you alright, Miss Christina?"

Nearby, a lynx and a bear were fast asleep on the sheets.

A few strands of hair fell across Christina's face, making her look somewhat disheveled and vulnerable.

Her eyes were somewhat vacant, her lips were pale and her face was bloodless; she looked quite frightened.

Based on her previous conversation with Bishop Byron, it's clear that Miss Christina is unlikely to return to the battlefield.

"Not too good..." Even her voice trembled slightly.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Pharos asked.

"Your mission is successfully completed, and I sincerely thank you for that. How did you do it... um, never mind... you don't need to answer. Everyone has their own secrets, you, me, and Simon, we're all the same."

"Everyone has secrets?" Pharos asked, somewhat surprised.

It seems that Detective Simon and Miss Christina talked quite a bit.

Christina looked as frail as a young girl, clearly still reeling from the attack by the vengeful spirit. Her slender fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets, and she hesitated to speak.