Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

[Ideas (Charlie Bran): 254]

[Idea (Mira): 111]

[Ideas (Stikia V. Linthesius): 117]

[Idea (Madeleine Fishmand): 74]

The newly acquired free points amounted to 84 points.

Elsa thought about it and continued to invest her free points into her magic value, which immediately jumped from 71 to 155 points. If the previous calculations were correct, she could now almost try to advance to extraordinary magic.

However, at this moment, a prompt suddenly popped up on the panel:

[- If the conditions are met, you can spend 100 magic points to confer a Holy Envoy. (Yes/No)-]

Ok?

What is the canonization of saints?

Elsa was stunned for a moment, then she realized that the panel probably had some new function - and this new function could only be used after the magic value was higher than 100.

Without much thought, Aisha chose "yes".

Then, she saw the magic value drop from 155 to 55, with no sign of recovery, and there was no other movement.

"That's it? It's gone?"

Elsa stared at the panel suspiciously for a long time, and as if answering her, a line of small words slowly appeared at the bottom of the panel.

[-Holy Envoy (Inksha Sabrina)-]

"Inksa..."

Isn't this the Saint? Elsa was confused for a moment. Holy Envoy? Saint? What does this mean? Does it have any special functions? It doesn't look like a favorability rating.

I thought I could capture the saint.

……

At this time, Inksha, who was far away in the Holy See, was kneeling in front of the statue of the goddess. She gently closed her eyes and lowered her head, as if she was praying devoutly. But if you look closely, you will find that she is as still as a sculpture at this moment, and there is even a faint light flowing around her body. Just looking at this scene will make people feel relaxed and happy as if they are receiving divine grace.

This sacred scene is one of the important meanings of the Saint's existence - listening to God's decree.

The saint will receive inspiration from the goddess and complete her mission.

The Pope was waiting outside the statue hall, holding a large white robe. His expression was solemn and dignified. He turned his head to Archbishop York V. Rigato who was standing beside him.

"Her Highness is obsessed with physical training? Rigatu, you've been following Her Highness lately. Tell me, what's going on?"

Archbishop Rigato was stared at by the Pope's deep gaze, and sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. He glanced at Inksa who was listening to the divine decree, and groaned in his heart.

what happened?

She went to the empire and met with Elsa Faris, the long-selected candidate for the head saint nun. After coming back, she started thinking about practicing boxing... Of course, it is understandable for a saint to practice physical skills. Saints of all generations would selectively practice some physical skills to improve their close combat capabilities, but in general they still focused on practicing saintly arts.

However, Inksha was different—she seemed to have completely immersed herself in it! At first, she studied the sacred arts step by step, then began to blend them with boxing techniques. Later, she spent most of her time practicing boxing, practicing with such vigor and energy that she seemed determined not to stop until she had mastered the taijutsu!

Rigatu was quite satisfied at first, thinking that the Saint's hunting was extensive and ambitious, but later he became more and more anxious the more he watched.

Your Highness the Saint has gone to practice boxing, so who will help you with the sacred arts?

So he had to report the matter to the Pope - Rigato was just a cardinal, he had no power to interfere with the saint's thoughts, such matters had to be handled by the Pope.

"Actually, the story begins with my meeting with Her Excellency the Head Sister..."

"Aisha Faris?"

"Yes."

The Pope frowned slightly. He had heard this name too many times recently. To be honest, it was a bit of a headache for him. After all, he couldn't leave the Holy City and had never seen that person with his own eyes. The more fantastic the descriptions of the Holy Sister were by others, the more he thought it was a fairy tale. But there was no reason for others to lie or conspire to deceive him.

In the end, the one who will only add to the troubles will be him, the Pope.

The Pope rubbed his fingers calmly.

"What does it have to do with her?"

"Of course..." Rigatu was about to explain when he suddenly saw the dim light in the statue hall slowly dissipate.

"Listen to the divine decree and we'll talk later."

Everyone else was waiting outside. The Pope walked into the hall alone and came to Inksa's side. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed something strange - Inksa maintained a prayer posture in astonishment and fear, staring blankly at the statue of the goddess, full of confusion and helplessness.

The Pope gasped in surprise - could it be that the goddess had revealed some incredible revelation that caused the saint to lose her composure like this?

"Your Holiness, I..."

Inksa then slowly turned to the Pope, her eyes suddenly red.

"I can't seem to feel the divine command anymore..."

"what?"

……

At the same time, a certain goddess——

"Did I remember it wrong? Strange, why didn't the Saint come..."

She counted on her fingers suspiciously, looked around for a while, then held her breath and put her hands on her hips.

"I'm not sure. Let's wait a little longer and take this opportunity to ask her to help me find that Aisha."

……

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494. Your Reward

While feeding the deer with Lacey, Elsa studied it for a while, but did not find any function of the "Holy Envoy" column in the panel - after all, Inksha herself was not here, and even if Elsa wanted to confirm something with her, she was powerless.

"It's almost time to go to the Holy City. I'll meet Inksha again. We'll know then."

Elsa thought, she was in no hurry.

Although it was a pity to lose those 100 magic points, the things on the panel were more attractive to Elsa. She always wanted to figure out what this panel was and how it appeared. She always felt that it might be related to the reason why she came to this world.

In comparison, the loss of magic points doesn't matter. After all, magic is just a little tool that is somewhat useful to Elsa. It's better to have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it.

After she and Lacey fed the gray deer, Elsa took her back to the inn, where they happened to meet Grace coming back.

"Sister Grace."

Lacey ran towards Grace, and Grace squatted down to brush away the white snow from her hair and shoulders. If someone else saw them, they might think they were mother and daughter.

Aisha asked, "Is it done?"

"Well," Grace was still rather cold towards Elsa. It was obvious that she was deliberately putting on such an attitude. However, perhaps because of the ransom, she still said, "I will collect the money... and return it to you as soon as possible."

"That's not necessary. Twenty silver coins are just the right amount for your reward."

After all, Grace suffered a lot in the canyon, and Elsa still remembered that she had promised Sophia to take good care of Grace. In this case, Elsa naturally could not go back on her word.

After all, Grace had worked a lot for Lacey's affairs, and it was only twenty silver coins, which was not much as a reward - it would cost about the same amount to post a slightly attractive commission in the guild.

Grace obviously didn't understand.

"Reward? Reward for what?"

"Nothing, just take it—you deserve it."

Elsa smiled gently, but Grace frowned strangely.

Remuneration? What remuneration?

She only knew that anything she got for free would not be a good thing.

Grace was sensitive, or perhaps her prejudice against Elsa hadn't yet subsided, so she instinctively thought in strange directions. She didn't like Elsa very much, but logically, Elsa didn't owe her anything. Could it be that Elsa was alluding to the incident in the underground prison in Dammas City?

Grace felt her cheeks getting hot when she thought of her own loss of composure at that time.

Dirty nun!

Grace suppressed the shame and anger in her heart and kept her expression calm, but Elsa saw through her immediately.

Aisha smiled: "Don't get the wrong idea."

"Who thought of it! Who went astray!"

Grace denied it and turned away. She was afraid that Aisha would say something else.

Elsa smiled helplessly, and turned her head to look in the direction where Grace came from, as if inadvertently, then walked towards Lacey who was "watching the show" and took her hand.

"Lacey, Sister Grace is in a bad mood. Don't be so petty like her—come on, let's go in too."

“Who is so narrow-minded!”

Grace was furious.

……

At the end of the street, several figures appeared and disappeared, pretending to be nonchalant as they walked slowly. They looked like passers-by and nearby drinkers, but if you looked closely, you would find that they always looked in the direction of the hotel from time to time, their eyes following Grace's figure into the hotel.

There were five of them in total, four men and one woman - three sturdy middle-aged men, a thin old man, and a young girl wearing a large black cloak.

"Miss," the thin old man said respectfully, hunching over as he approached the young girl. "I just made some inquiries. Her name is 'Grace', and she's an adventurer who recently arrived here. She's probably not from Kroros. However, there seem to be two silver medals in the caravan traveling with her. The blonde girl she just spoke to must be one of them. Are you sure those books contain the clues we're looking for? I mean, if she's unwilling to sell us the things, we really have to..."

The thin old man was wearing a thick cloak, and beneath the wide cloak, his robe was clean and neat, and one could tell at a glance that it was expensive. His temples were graying under his hood, but his eyes sparkled as he spoke, and he remained energetic despite the cold wind, not at all like an elderly man.

Half of the girl's face was covered by the hood of her cloak, revealing only her clear and beautiful eyes.

"Uncle Ya, I've seen those books with my own eyes, and there's no way I'm wrong. I've spent four consecutive years studying my grandmother's notes, so I'm absolutely certain they must be relics of the Witch Society. Furthermore, judging by the handwriting, those books likely weren't written by the same person."

Ya Bo frowned slightly: "In other words... that woman might have more...?"

"Well, that's probably why it's so dangerous. You should understand better than I do how dangerous the Witches' Society's legacy is. Those things must never fall into the hands of others. We, the Red Star Society, have the obligation and responsibility to collect and seal them. This is also to protect those innocent and ignorant people."

The girl's answer was decisive and full of ambition.

Upon seeing this, Ya Bo's eyes showed a hint of worry and he sighed in his heart. He knew that this was the kind of education his young lady had received since childhood, and she had a strong sense of justice. However, he always felt that it was not a good thing for her to join the so-called Red Star Society - the young lady's grandmother, the wife of the head of the family whom he served when he was young, had had contact with the Witch Society and left behind many research notes on witches. Admittedly, most of them were destroyed along with the church's witch crusade, but some precious information was still left behind.

The information made the young lady deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate herself. She kept exploring in depth as if she was possessed.

Until one day, someone calling themselves "Red Star Society" came to the door...

Ya Bo glanced at the several strong men traveling with him. Unlike him and his young lady, these men were all members of the "Red Star Society" and were also invited by the young lady to help this time just in case.

But looking at these people, he always felt some indescribable discomfort. He couldn't persuade the stubborn lady, so he could only stay with her - after all, he was also a great magician, and if she encountered any danger, he could protect her.

"Unfortunately, I was a step too late. I happened to see those books and wanted to buy them, but I couldn't offer the price. When I went there again, the books had already been redeemed by that woman. If I had discovered that thing a day earlier, I would have bought it no matter what..."

As she spoke, the girl shook her head in self-blame.

"He had no intention of selling it to you at the time. That guy is very scheming."

Ya Bo said this in his heart, but did not show it.

He was already quite old and considered himself quite good at judging people. He could tell what kind of person the antique dealer was at a glance - the dealer probably didn't understand the value of those books, and most likely the innocent young lady was tricked into it. It could only be said that the young lady was too naive and simple-minded, and it was easy for her to be deceived outside, which made people feel uneasy.

"Miss, we have to be cautious. After all, we are unfamiliar with the place. What if..."

Just as he was about to say something, he heard the short-haired burly man beside him stammer:

"Strange, are we exposed? She just saw me."

"She just happened to look this way. Look how happy you are. Don't let her fall for that girl."

The other man laughed, causing the short-haired burly man to frown and retort, "Really?! I even made eye contact with her!"

The laughter became even more cheerful.

Ya Bo looked towards the hotel and saw the blonde girl walking in with a little girl, seemingly unaware of the people there.

"She's in the hotel. It's perfect. You guys just wait outside. I'll go talk to her."

The girl quickened her pace.

"But……"

Ya Bo wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the girl.

"Uncle Ya, believe me. As long as I appeal to her emotions and reason with her, explaining the pros and cons, I believe she will distinguish right from wrong and hand the book over to us. We must eliminate the legacy of the Witch Society. This is the responsibility of our Red Star Society."

Ya Bo looked at the girl worriedly. He saw an indescribable heat in her eyes.

……