I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

"No, I have to find a way to escape. My identity can't be exposed... Damn it..."

Novia leaned against the iron cage, her mind racing as she thought of a way to escape.

However, this cage seemed to be specially made, almost completely isolating all magical elements. With my current strength, I couldn't break free from the cage's constraints at all, and I couldn't even use the most basic fireball spell.

Suddenly, a purple figure flashed through Novia's mind.

Her expression turned somewhat strange.

Could it be...?

Do we really need to ask her for help...?

but...

Time was slipping away little by little.

"do not care!"

After making up her mind, Novia decisively bit her finger and used her blood to draw a strange and twisted magic circle on the ground.

After drawing the last symbol, Novia stood up and began to chant softly:

"The Great Lord of Chaos."

The chaotic ruler who roams the earth.

Your humble believer yearns for even a sliver of your light, to shine through the gaps between billions of stars, and to desperately seek your gaze amidst the prayers of billions of believers…

Click—

The sound of a lock being opened rang in her ears, interrupting Novia's chanting.

Novia had to interrupt the ritual and quickly erase the magic circle on the ground.

Just then, the iron cage door creaked open. "Heh, you're lucky. I'll let you go this time."

Novia looked at the witch who had entered the iron cage, her brows furrowed. "What does this mean?"

The witch sneered, "I never expected that a mere nun like you could get close to the church's chief judge. Heh, if that damned old woman hadn't come, I would have made you the experimental subject for our witch gathering."

Novia pursed her lips and remained silent.

The witch clearly hadn't revealed her identity, otherwise she wouldn't have needed to say those things to me.

And from what she just said... "Chief Referee?"

Could it be that Ange and the others have come to rescue me?!

Thinking of that gentle, cotton-candy-like blonde nun, a smile crept onto her lips without her even realizing it.

"What a coincidence..."

"If it were Anjie who I were to marry..."

Novia felt her face getting hot and quickly interrupted her thoughts.

The witch behind Novia nudged her shoulder. "Hurry up and go. Why are you dawdling like this? I'm letting you go."

Under normal circumstances, Novia would definitely glare at her fiercely.

But now, not even a fleeting purple light flashed across his shoulder.

...

When the three returned to the church, the sky in the distance was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

As the sky gradually brightened, Ange slowly stretched. "By the way, what kind of person is the [chairperson] of that witch's gathering?"

"Her? Heh... just a madwoman. If it weren't for her pact with the Church of Light, the Church of Light would have wiped her out along with her witch gathering long ago." Joan's expression was somewhat disdainful.

Ange blinked. "A contract?"

Joan waved her hand to interrupt Ange's question, "This is not something you should know now. You will understand later."

While the two were talking, Novia's gaze never left Ange's face.

Seemingly noticing Novia's gaze, Ange turned around and blinked. "Novia, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"Ah...no, it's nothing." Novia belatedly realized what was happening and quickly looked away. "You've been busy all night, so get some rest today. Let the church take a break once in a while."

Anjie thought about it and realized that made sense.

But if I were alone in the church, I could make the decision myself. It's a pity that Joan is still with me.

"Chief Judge Joan~ I'm so tired, can I take a day off?"

Special move for Qiong: The Saintess's Coquettishness.

Joan sighed and ruffled the girl's hair. "Alright, alright."

"Yay!"

[Although it's quite untimely, host, haven't you forgotten something?]

Anjie: Really?

【…】

...

Meanwhile, the town of Isa

The Knight Eugene was clutching a tattered piece of cloth and weeping uncontrollably.

"Waaaaah, Sister, you died so tragically! I failed to protect you, waaaaah... Wait, your bones fell to the ground, let me wipe them clean. Hmm, clean now... Waaaaah, you died so tragically!!!"

Section 29, Chapter Twenty-Eight: Man cannot, or at least should not.

"So, where did this child come from?" Novia looked at the little girl lying on the church pew and then at Ange with a puzzled expression.

Anjie scratched her head.

For some reason, whenever Novia asked this question, she always felt a sense of guilt, as if she were bringing her illegitimate daughter home and letting the wife catch her.

However, this is not something that cannot be talked about.

Soon, Ange told Novia what had happened in the southwestern mountains.

Novia looked at the girl huddled in her cloak like a little kitten and asked a question that made Ange blush: "So, do you know how to take care of children?"

Ange: "Uh..."

She turned her gaze to Joan.

But Joan seemed to have anticipated that Ange would ask her for help. "Don't forget our three rules, I won't take care of this child."

Anjie: "..."

Oh no, I was too reckless.

Seeing Ange's expression, Novia knew that Ange had acted on impulse and brought the girl back without considering the consequences.

Although it was a bit silly, it suited the nun's kind nature.

"Never mind, I'll take care of her. I have some experience with children." Novia shook her head and held the still-sleeping little girl in her arms.

In Ange's eyes, Novia was radiating maternal glow at that moment.

She was so moved that she almost knelt down and proposed on the spot.

Then Novia said, "I'm going to town to buy some necessities. Is there anything you need me to bring? After all, the child and I can't always wear your nun's habit."

Ange's gaze fell on Novia's chest.

The nun's habit that had originally fit her perfectly was now almost bursting, and her enormous breasts were about to spill out.

Her gaze fell on her chest again, and a nameless sadness welled up in her heart.

[Don't worry, host, I won't abandon you just because you have flat chests.]

Anjie: Get out of here! You were the one who coveted my bust size back then!

...

After that, the church in the remote town returned to peace.

Ange also belatedly visited the Knight Eugene.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw the Knight Eugene holding her "bones" and wailing. If she hadn't developed a resistance to the sarcastic remarks from the system, Ange probably would have broken down on the spot.

For the next three days, the little girl still showed no signs of waking up.

At first, Anjie was a little worried that something might be wrong, but after Qiong's examination, it was found that the little girl's body was perfectly normal.

Left with no other choice, Anjie could only calm down and wait patiently.

That day, while the three were having breakfast, Joan suddenly said to Ange, "Didn't you say before that you wanted to learn my [Divine Creation Technique]?"

Ange was taken aback for a moment, thinking that Chief Judge Joan had forgotten.

Imagining Chief Judge Joan conjuring all sorts of weapons with a flick of her wrist, Ange felt her blood boil. "I want it! I want it!"

Joan smiled and said, "Then I'll teach you in a bit."

Ange: "Yay!"

Novia, who was eating silently, lowered her gaze.

【Divine Creation】is one of the most advanced divine spells of the Church of Light, and is also known as the most difficult divine spell to learn. Geniuses of the Church of Light throughout the ages have tried to learn this divine spell, but all of them have failed.

In the past century, only one person has mastered it and used it with ease, and this person has also ascended to the pinnacle of power in the church with his powerful [Divine Creation Art]. This person is Joan Casimir, the current Chief Judge of the Law of the Holy Church in the Royal Capital.

Regardless of whether Ange can learn the "Divine Creation Technique," the fact that Joan was willing to privately teach this top-level divine art of the church to an "unknown little nun" is enough to say a lot.

Novia glanced at Ange and Joan, thinking to herself:

It seems that Ange really is Judge Joan's illegitimate daughter.

...

Because this divine art was too dangerous, Joan took Ange to the woods behind the town and specially cleared out a space for Ange to learn the [Divine Creation Art].

"Close your eyes, sense the light flowing within you, and touch it with the gentlest and purest will."