You are all my wings!

This is also related to the authority of the Holy See's Goddess Astalia, representing fairness, justice, and good fortune.

And this is precisely the kind of authority that needs to be displayed, proclaimed, and implemented in the world in order to become stronger and stronger.

Of course, only Leon knows this little bit of knowledge; even the Pope might not know the name of the goddess Astalia's authority.

She may be aware of the domain controlled by the Holy See, but the name of that authority is largely a secret.

Because authority is the power of definition, whoever holds the power to define, whoever can define the scope of a concept, is stronger.

Since it was nighttime, there were hardly any believers or clergy left. The vast corridor was quiet, and the lights on both sides silently swallowed the darkness.

Just as they were walking not far from Britta's third meditation room—

The sound of a conversation could be heard.

"Breita, something's off with you today."

"There's nothing wrong with this, Tumoria, stop asking about these things."

"This won't do. I heard you sing the hymns from next door today and you made several mistakes. This shouldn't be allowed. As good competitors, shouldn't we be showing you some concern?"

"No need for further words. You must participate in the annihilation of the Holy Blood School in three days."

"That won't do. I don't have time to do these things unless you give me a reason."

"So what are you busy with?"

"Busy proclaiming miracles to believers, let me tell you, I met a little girl believer today who was really interesting. She actually asked me if she could ask the gods to grant her wish to make friends. Isn't that interesting?"

These words are quite clear.

Tumoria's voice, in particular, is exceptionally powerful, each word like a hammer blow.

Although it is a woman's clear, crisp voice, it is very powerful, which makes it seem very contrasting.

Terena looked at Leon, tilted her head, and whispered:

"Isn't everyone saying that the Second Saintess, Tumoria, is very quiet and serene? Why did she speak so... boldly just now?"

She thought for a while and managed to come up with a relatively gentle adjective.

Leon shrugged:

"I guess it's because of her particularly outspoken way of speaking that she remains silent and only smiles quietly when speaking to others?"

As luck would have it, just as the two were talking, two graceful figures dressed in gorgeous colorful robes slowly walked out of the meditation room in front.

She had a delicate and elegant face, long and narrow eyes, and a pure yet distant aura.

A woman with a well-proportioned face and a slightly androgynous, feminine beauty, long eyebrows and large eyes, was speaking rapidly, her pace so fast that it noticeably disrupted her overall serene and holy aura.

Both sides were taken aback when they saw each other.

Britta was even more surprised:

"Didn't you say you'd be coming later?"

"I originally planned to come later, but I changed my mind at the last minute."

Leon glanced at Therena beside him. He changed his mind because of Therena. He planned to take her to different places to broaden her horizons, instead of just learning about the world from books and a few other channels.

The broader the vision of a future archmage, the more outstanding the theories he will likely be able to develop.

What prompted him to have this idea was Timia's niece, Milia.

The Second Saintess, Tumoria, looked at Britta and Lyon in surprise, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two.

Let's leave aside the fact that the other party described himself as unrestrained.

What's with this strange atmosphere?

Could it be that Britta's strange behavior today is because of this silver-haired man in front of her?

Wait, silver hair...

Britta's advisor?

Interesting, quite interesting.

Tumoria's bright eyes shone with excitement.

Chapter 339 Tumoria: He's still a bit too green.

With a sense of anticipation, Tumoria carefully examined the silver-haired man before her.

Hmm, your posture is upright and neat, not bad.

He has handsome features and a healthy, fair complexion; he's quite good.

Her eyes are deep and profound; this is good. She likes these eyes. They are the windows to the soul, indicating that this person's soul must be rich in wisdom and insight.

His silver hair was shiny and smooth, which, combined with his mysterious aura, was a big plus.

After looking closely, Tumoria noticed something amiss.

His limbs and shoulders seemed to contain a strange power.

This power is not the kind of muscular strength found in warrior-type classes, but rather an invisible sense of oppression emanating from the very existence itself.

It resembles some powerful monsters, but its aura and posture are clearly human.

Part of this oppressive feeling was the combined pressure of different characteristics, which others couldn't discern. However, Tumoria had exceptional insight and could naturally see it. She knew that the materials used for the advancement in front of her must be powerful monsters, and most likely, they were from a higher rank.

'Possessing the characteristics of a legendary powerhouse ahead of time? Interesting.'

but……

Tumoria realized that she seemed to have overlooked some details.

'Yes, besides his special characteristics, his muscles also seem to possess some magical resistance against monsters. This resistance is clearly not something a warrior-type class can develop. With this magical resistance, his aura becomes even more complex; if you look closely, it's easy to be drawn to him!'

She quickly figured this out.

The biggest difference between intelligent species and monsters is that intelligent species do not possess this kind of magic resistance.

Without defensive magic or protective equipment, one is extremely vulnerable to magical attacks.

Even warrior-type classes that have honed their combat skills and possess good physique and strong physical vitality can resist magic damage to some extent, but this is not the same as magic resistance.

Magic resistance means that magic attacks are nullified or rendered less effective.

Warrior-type professionals rely on their physical constitution to withstand attacks and quickly recover using their own vitality, which is why they appear to have stronger resistance.

'This guy is something else.'

Tumoria gave her assessment of this recently famous strategist of Britta, who was rumored to be the second princess's fiancé.

'He's got some skills. But he must have some hidden charms, otherwise he wouldn't have captivated Britta so completely.'

As a saint, she naturally knew best that the rules of holiness were the most inviolable.

If one disobeys, at best one will lose divine protection, and at worst one will be severely punished by the Holy See and expelled from the human realm.

In short, this is an ironclad rule.

Various thoughts flashed through Tumoria's mind, and she developed a certain interest in Britta's advisor.

Meanwhile, Britta and Lyon had naturally walked side by side toward the living quarters of the rear palace.

As it is the headquarters church, it is large enough to house a large number of clergy, so it is very important to set aside a living area in the apse to provide daily meals for the staff.

"You're leaving already? Not waiting for me? Britta, aren't you going to try and persuade me to participate in the sect extermination battle three days from now?"

Tumoria snapped out of her daze and realized that the three had already gone far away. She hurriedly followed them, completely lacking her well-known tranquility and gentle demeanor.

"Since you're not interested, I won't try to persuade you."

Britta responded indifferently.

"Don't say that. The Holy Blood School is an old and outdated school. The divine punishment has been over for so many years. Even if you suddenly want to wipe it out, you should at least have an explanation, right?"

"The explanation is simple: their slave trade is too bloody and cruel, which has seriously affected the dignity of the goddess Astalia. Since you say you want to proclaim a miracle, why not do something more practical?"

“That’s interesting, but I think you must have other reasons. I won’t help you unless you tell me.”

"Since you're not going to make a move, I can only express my regret. After all, if we miss this opportunity to witness a true miracle, we may never have the chance to encounter a real miracle again."

Britta was implying something.

Tumoria did not easily believe Britta's words. The paladins and knightly orders she controlled were not weak. Britta seemed indifferent, but she definitely wanted her to take action.

After all, once I take action, her manpower pressure will definitely be greatly reduced.

"Speaking of which, is this the strategist you've been talking about? He's certainly outstanding. Aren't you going to introduce him? Are you just going to leave like this?"

"Since you've already recognized me, is there any need for me to introduce you?"

Britta was clearly annoyed with Tumoria.

This guy is very quiet in front of outsiders, but he is very unrestrained among the saintesses, even to the point of being unbearable.

What's remarkable is that she was very well-behaved in front of the Pope and the Acting Pope, never revealing this side of her personality.

It's clear that she knows how to conduct herself appropriately, contrary to her outwardly bold demeanor.

"That's different. If you don't introduce him, how am I supposed to strike up a conversation with him? I should at least maintain some semblance of composure, shouldn't I?"

Upon hearing this, Terena, to Leon's left, curled her lip. Is this the Second Saintess that Milia admires? If she knew what the Second Saintess actually looked like, she probably wouldn't have come to brag to her.

At this moment, Lyon said, "Forgive my rudeness, Lady Tumoria, I was in a hurry to communicate with Lady Britta, so I did not greet you immediately."

In front of outsiders, he wouldn't mention Rita or anything like that, as it would easily attract jealousy and trouble.

As for the commonly used honorific title "Holy Maiden," since there are now two, a different term has been used.

"Oh, hello. I've heard about you for a long time. As the only strategist by the side of the God's representative, you never show up at the Holy See. You're one of a kind."

"I only occasionally offer advice to Lady Britta; in reality, her wisdom is sufficient to solve all problems."

"They're good at saying nice things, but who knows what's actually going on?"

Tumoria looked noncommittal.

She deliberately provoked Lyon, wanting to test his abilities.

If this person truly possesses a fatal charm, I wouldn't mind giving Britta a push to break the code of sanctity and be stripped of her sainthood.

After all, she can gain love and she can truly inherit the position of Pope, isn't that a win-win situation?

As a saint, isn't her so-called boldness just a kind of self-strategy?

She couldn't possibly be as guileless as she appeared.

"Lady Tumoria, speaking of which, you just mentioned that you need to know other reasons before you're willing to take action in this sect extermination campaign, right?"

As she was pondering, Tumoria noticed that Leon turned to her and stared at her intently.

She laughed. Was this guy provoked?

Putting aside his other impressive abilities, his current level of cunning shows he's still quite inexperienced. I wonder how inexperienced he is in other areas as well... Oh, forgive me, please forgive my impure thoughts, God.

"What, do you have some brilliant idea?"

"I wouldn't presume to praise your skill. I just think that Lady Tumoria has made a mistake, and this is something you will regret for the rest of your life once you miss it."

Something you'll inevitably regret for the rest of your life?

Tumoria narrowed her eyes slightly. Whether this was an exaggeration or not was another matter, but this person was so bold as to dare to criticize her directly in the Holy See.

Chapter 340 Are you trying to corrupt me?

"Then I'd like to hear what you mean by something that I'll regret for the rest of my life."

Tumoria smiled, but there was a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

Beside her, Britta frowned and gently tugged at Leon's wrist, using magic to muffle her voice, and asked:

"If she doesn't want to go, she doesn't have to go. There's no need for this."

Knowing Leon as she did, she immediately understood that Leon was deliberately provoking Tumoria.