After Miss Saintess repeatedly promised that she would absolutely not abuse the item, everyone finally let her off the hook.
“Ah... Today has been such a long day.”
Waking up in the morning only to find a playing card left behind by Kavia, who was supposed to be a game character.
Going to the residential district at noon to return the wood carving and having lunch at Mrs. Nashi's house.
Being dragged to the plains in the afternoon by Uncle Baroque to train with her mana sword, blowing up the ground for hours.
And in the evening, being surrounded by everyone asking about Kavia, only to suddenly end up with 【Unfinished Deception】 to keep herself from dying instantly.
Lin Ling felt that the density of events she had experienced today was enough to fill three of Phelan's recording boards.
No.
Considering Phelan's recording habits, it would probably be seven.
She rubbed her face and dragged her exhausted feet to her bedroom door.
Above the door, the comical Saintess graffiti Cecil had drawn at some point was still there.
It was even accompanied by a highly exaggerated drawing of bread.
Every time Lin Ling saw it, she wanted to drag Cecil out and put him on trial for crimes against art.
But right now, she didn't have the energy.
“Bath.”
“Go to room.”
“Sleep.”
“Miss Saintess is calling it a day.”
Lin Ling muttered to herself as she reached out to open the door.
And then.
She saw Leticia sitting on the edge of her bed.
Her long, silver-white hair draped over her shoulders.
Her pure white dress looked exceptionally peaceful under the soft light of the room.
Hearing the door open, she raised her eyes and looked at Lin Ling.
Lin Ling: “...”
Leticia: “Lin—”
Bang!
The door was slammed shut.
“Sorry, wrong room!”
Lin Ling spun around, wanting to run.
But after taking just one step, she suddenly stopped.
Wait.
Wrong room?
That wasn't right.
She slowly turned around and looked at the comical Saintess graffiti Cecil had drawn above the door.
Although the face was drawn in a very punchable way.
There was no doubt that it was the marker for her room.
Lin Ling raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.
She looked again.
The comical Saintess was still there.
The bread was still there too.
In fact, because she had stared at it for so long, the graffiti seemed even funnier than before.
“Wait, no.”
“This is my room.”
Lin Ling fell into deep thought.
Was it because she opened the door the wrong way?
Yes.
That had to be it.
She was too tired just now, which resulted in a spatial anomaly of door-opening.
Lin Ling took a deep breath.
With her back to the door, she reached out and grabbed the doorknob.
“I'll open it facing away this time.”
“I definitely walked into the wrong room just now.”
“Yes, wrong room.”
The door slowly creaked open.
Lin Ling pressed against the gap of the door, peering inside cautiously.
Leticia was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
She was even looking right back at her.
Lin Ling silently closed the door again.
She stood in the hallway, covering her eyes with her hands.
Then she took them away.
She looked at the room next door.
Then she looked back at her own room.
And finally, at the comical Saintess graffiti.
“A hallucination.”
“It has to be a hallucination.”
“Miss Saintess is too tired today, so it's only natural that she's hallucinating.”
She opened the door once more.
This time, Leticia had already stood up.
And she was starting to walk toward the door.
Bang!
Lin Ling slammed the door shut again.
The hallway fell silent once more.
Lin Ling leaned against the door, her expression solemn.
“Very well.”
“Confirmed. Not a hallucination.”
“There really is a beautiful Saintess inside my room.”
“Now, here lies the question.”
“Why on earth is there a beautiful Saintess in my room?”
Before she could come up with an answer, footsteps sounded from the other side of the door.
Lin Ling's body stiffened.
She tentatively opened the door a tiny crack.
But this time, before she could shut it.
A hand reached out and grabbed her wrist that was holding the doorknob.
In the next instant, Lin Ling was yanked straight into the room.
“Gah!”
The door shut behind her.
Click.
The sound was very soft.
Yet it sounded like the door of hope slamming shut.
Inside the room.
Pulled by Leticia, Lin Ling lost her footing and tumbled right onto the edge of the bed.
She looked up at Leticia, who was standing before her.
Leticia's expression seemed a bit off.
There was an overly intense seriousness in her eyes.
Those shimmering eyes rested on Lin Ling, as if she had finally found an answer she absolutely had to confirm.
Lin Ling felt a chill run down her spine under her gaze.
“Uh...”
“Well, this is...”
She let out a dry laugh.
“Should I say this scene feels a bit too familiar?”
Leticia didn't answer.
She simply took a step closer.
Lin Ling shrank back a bit.
“Um.”
“Can we talk this through peacefully?”
“You're looking a little scary right now.”
Leticia stepped even closer.
Lin Ling's eyes began to spin like dizzy spirals.
All kinds of bizarre alarms were blaring in her head.
“Is this actually one of those scandalous NTR games?”
“No, wait, aren't the characters completely wrong for that?”
“Can I load a save file from outside the door and try again?”
“Actually, I don't think girls can do that to each other... r-right?”
She grew quieter and quieter.
Her thoughts became more and more chaotic.
It was as if she had tripped over the bizarre scenarios playing out in her own head.
Leticia stopped right in front of her.
Then, she gently took Lin Ling's hand.
Lin Ling shuddered.
Leticia looked at her, her eyes gentle and earnest.
“Lin Ling.”
“There are many things I want to ask you,”
she said softly.
“So many things.”
Lin Ling blinked.
“Ask questions?”
Leticia nodded.
“Yes.”
Lin Ling let out another massive sigh of relief.
Why did she have to say "another"?
She almost went completely limp.
“Oh, so it's just questions.”
She patted her chest.
“I thought you were going to... ask questions. Ahaha...”
“Ahaha...”
Midway through, she suddenly realized what a ridiculous thing she had just said.
She immediately raised her voice.
“Ask away!”
“Miss Saintess knows all and tells all!”
As long as she spoke loud enough, she could drown out her weird muttering from a moment ago.
Lin Ling felt this was a highly effective tactic.
Leticia didn't press her on the strange words she hadn't understood.
She simply looked down at their joined hands.
Lin Ling's hand was very warm.
Just like the little girl in her dreams.
The Lin Ling in her dreams had held her hand and shown her so many things she had never seen before.
The Lin Ling of the present sat before her, her face slightly flushed, but her eyes were so pure that Leticia couldn't bring herself to look away.
Leticia slowly spoke:
“I want to know.”
“What is a Saintess supposed to do?”
She raised her eyes.
There was an almost devout look in her gaze.
“Can you tell me?”
Lin Ling had originally wanted to laugh it off.
But when she saw the look in Leticia's eyes, her expression gradually turned serious.
She could tell that Leticia wasn't just asking on a whim.
She genuinely wanted to know.
She truly wanted to understand what the word "Saintess" was supposed to mean.
Lin Ling fell silent for a moment.
“A Saintess, huh...”
She actually didn't really understand either.
She had only ended up as "Miss Saintess" because of a skill, a series of misunderstandings, and the fact that everyone needed her.
But if she had to say something—
Lin Ling looked at Leticia.
“I don't know why you're asking this.”
“But before you try to do anything, you should go to the people and see how they live.”
Leticia was slightly taken aback.
Lin Ling continued:
“If you only stand in high places, you can't see what the people truly need.”
“You have to walk among them.”
“You have to see what they eat, where they live, what they fear, and what they hope for.”
“Only then will you know what you are supposed to do.”
At this, she flashed Leticia a bright, sunny smile.
“A Saintess doesn't do things just because she is called a Saintess.”
“Rather, it is because she wants to help others that she truly becomes like a Saintess.”
Once she finished speaking.
The room fell silent.
Leticia stared at her blankly.
Meanwhile, Lin Ling maintained her elegant, dignified smile.
But internally, she was already cheering.
Just now.
Did she just say something incredibly cool?
What kind of main character speech was that?
This angle, this tone, this smile.
If there were lighting effects here, she'd probably have a halo of Holy Light radiating from her back, right?
Wait.
She actually could emit Holy Light.
Wouldn't that make it even cooler?
Lin Ling was already giving herself a standing ovation in her mind.
On the outside, however, she still tried her best to maintain the gentle and dignified composure befitting Miss Saintess.
Leticia looked at her.
The light in her eyes seemed to grow even brighter.
It was as if those words had truly ignited something within her.
“Go to the people...”
she whispered.
“See how they live.”
The Saintess in the White Tower didn't need to see.
She only needed to stand there.
Accept the worship.
Bestow the Holy Light.
And recite the words prepared for her by the Bishop, her mother, and the nobles.
But the woman of light in her dreams had told her to look.
And Lin Ling said the same.
Leticia finally understood that perhaps the answer had never been at the top of the White Tower.
But rather in the places she had never lowered her head to look at.
She tightened her grip on Lin Ling's hand.
“Then...”
Leticia looked at her, her voice softer than before.
“Can you teach me?”
“I want to know how to do it.”
Lin Ling blinked.
“Teach you?”
Leticia nodded.
“Yes.”
She looked at the increasingly bright glow surrounding Lin Ling.
Her gaze grew even more devout.
“I want to know how a true Saintess walks among her people.”
Lin Ling felt a bit embarrassed under her intense gaze.
But she didn't want to refuse this request.
So, she offered a brilliant smile.
“Of course!”
No sooner had the words left her mouth.
Bang!
The bedroom door was flung open.
Ivelia stood outside.
Her hand was still on the doorknob.
Her dark red eyes stared at the two by the bed.
She saw Lin Ling sitting on the bed.
And Leticia standing before her.
Then she looked at their clasped hands.
After a moment of delicate silence, Ivelia's figure somehow seemed a bit desolate.
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