My magic panel is too numerical.

At this moment, Christina kept recalling the words her brother Simon had said. Only by seeing this young man in person could one understand how special he was.

The church was completely baffled by everything that was happening.

But Christina herself was different. She was closest to Pharos and clearly sensed the gaze from the gods and the mysterious disappearance of the giant vengeful spirit.

As long as she doesn't say anything, the young man won't be exposed for the time being; she still remembers the bet she made with her brother.

"Simon... just how far can your eyes see...?"

Both sides remained silent for a moment.

It seems that Miss Christina has suffered quite a bit of trauma, to the point that she can't even speak properly anymore.

Pharos thought to himself.

Christina took a deep breath and asked with difficulty, "What...what are you going to do next? Are you willing to join the church?"

Pharos refused and repeated what he had said to the bishop.

"Alright... I... Our church never owes anyone a favor. You can ask the church for the reward."

award?

Pharos pondered for a moment.

His understanding of this world was limited to the existence of magic and steam; he wasn't really sure how to conceal Miss Raven's existence.

I could certainly say that Detective Simon taught me some exorcism magic to eliminate the vengeful spirit, and that would be a great spectacle in front of everyone. But the question is, are the people in the church stupid?

How can an ordinary person who hasn't completed the "divine blessing ritual" use magic?

So, with a sliver of hope, he said, "Could Miss Christina take all the credit for today's work?"

Christina paused for a moment, then looked at Pharos with suspicion.

She understood that this young man was special, even surpassing her genius brother, but she always felt that things might not be so simple.

She wanted to observe more.

"Okay, only I know what happened today. You can also make a personal request. After all, you saved me, and I should repay you."

"Personal request... what kind of request?" Pharos asked thoughtfully.

"Anything... is fine..."

Christina raised her pretty eyebrows, wondering what was wrong with her words, when she suddenly remembered her brother's teasing... and belatedly realized that what she had said made her sound like... a... infatuated woman?

Ugh, what did I actually say? The young man in front of me doesn't seem very serious at all, and what kind of good people can that repressed guy Simon bring out?

She felt a pang of regret, suddenly feeling both ashamed and angry. She almost wanted to cover her face with the blanket, gripping the sheets even tighter, and a slight blush crept onto her cheeks.

Pharos was also taken aback.

Anything is possible? Is there really such a good deal?

Suddenly, Miss Crow flew over and pecked Pharos's head fiercely: "What are you thinking about now, Pharos! You're not going to sleep with a charlatan, are you?"

Pharos was speechless. Was he really that kind of person?

Although Miss Christina is indeed...very beautiful, what kind of good young man would think about such things all the time?

Besides, Miss Christina is Detective Simon's sister. Detective Simon is already in his early thirties, so how young can his sister be? Pharos is only 19, does he expect him to drive a big car?

It seems... it's not entirely impossible...

Despite the heavy blow to his head, he grinned and said, "I want to... complete the 'Divine Blessing Ritual' ahead of schedule and learn to use magic."

After weighing the pros and cons, Pharos chose this option.

The first is to increase one's chances of getting into university; the second is to enhance one's ability to protect oneself.

He didn't want to be chased by giants again and be powerless to fight back.

Christina gave Pharos a deep look and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

This was actually the answer Christina least wanted to hear. If it were any other request, she might have agreed as long as it wasn't too unreasonable. What could a young and promising "agent" who controlled the resources of the empire and held the power of the church do?

There are too many.

But this one is different...

If Pharos really didn't become the Holy Sword Wielder, should the church be informed of Pharos's true identity?

Christina hesitated.

From that day forward, this young woman might be forever locked onto that throne until death. Just like her brother Simon, who, had Simon not destroyed his "spirit" attribute, would have been the one pinned to the throne.

"I've made up my mind," Pharos said firmly.

"Come to the Church of Dawn on Sunday afternoon." Christina pulled up the covers and lay down, then turned to her side and closed her eyes to cover her already flushed cheeks.

June 17, 480 AD, Saturday.

12 Winchester Street, Dawntown.

After the incident, Pharos went home and slept until the next day.

In the morning, the aroma of fried eggs wafted from the kitchen.

This was the best sleep he had ever had since he came into this world.

Then he was...

"Brother, you're late for class! How long are you going to sleep?!" Suddenly, the younger sister leaped forward and elbowed Pharos in the chest, then pressed her entire body against him.

"Pfft..." Pharos almost died.

Aunt Anna stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips:

"What's wrong with you these past few days! Staying out all night? Not even coming home for your birthday? Mr. William even made a special home visit to inform us that you've been sleeping in class every day lately! What, don't you want to take the college entrance exam anymore?"

"I'm sorry for being born..." Pharos opened his eyes, which were covered with dark circles, and muttered with tears in his eyes.

Is this hell?

"Hey, hey, men need some personal space, don't you think, Pharos?" Uncle Anthony tried to smooth things over.

"Yes, that's right, men have their own things to do..." Pharos nodded in agreement, not daring to say anything.

"Brother! Have you forgotten what you promised me?!" Eileen grabbed Pharos by the collar and sat on him like a duck.

"What did I promise you this time? Why do I always promise people things? So many things have happened, I've already forgotten, okay?" Pharos really had forgotten, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only give Uncle Anthony a look for help.

Uncle Anthony immediately realized what was happening and pointed to a book on the table.

Oh! It's the library. My sister Eileen is choosing her major.

Eileen is 16 years old now and is in the lower grades at the Holy Temple Academy, which is equivalent to the third year of junior high school in her previous life.

Choosing a major means deciding whether to pursue further studies in "Steam Machinery" or "Divine Magic" – it's a choice between two options.

It's equivalent to choosing between "humanities" and "science" in a previous life.

At that time, the original owner of Pharos was a talented and good student, so he chose the more promising "God-Favored Magic Department".

Who knew that it would grow up to be ugly? Except for its "spirit" being extremely excessive, everything else was just at the level of the soles of its feet.

"Ah, it's the library... Wait, isn't today Saturday? Hey, you woke me up just for this?"

Pharos was desperate; today was supposed to be his day off.

"Hmm! Not bad, not bad, you still remember. Otherwise, how would I wake you up? You have ten minutes to wash up and eat. I remember there's a physical combat simulation match with upperclassmen today. Bro, I'm looking forward to your performance!"

Eileen, with her long, flaxen hair flowing freely, blinked one eye and stuck out her mischievous tongue like a little devil, but suddenly she sensed that her brother beneath her seemed a little off...

"Bro...how did you get muscles!"