If I were to melt down the three tons of gold in that lance, I wonder how much money that would be.
However... the existence of this lance was worth far more than the gold itself.
It had been crafted using special dwarven techniques, blending the gold with a small amount of sacred mithril and holy platinum, making its hardness far exceed that of steel.
Its surface was also engraved with holy crests drawn in holy platinum.
The holy platinum used just for these crests was worth far more than ten tons of gold.
Holy platinum was extremely rare, a byproduct of sacred mithril mines, and was only produced in the western Kingdom of the Moon, the eastern Snow Country, and one of the four islands of the Kingdom of the Sun.
Production was so scarce that less than ten pounds were produced in total each year.
Yet this lance alone used no less than a hundred pounds of holy platinum.
The entire lance was shaped like a spiral, with three grooves coiling upward from a triangular base, and holy crests were engraved within the recesses of those grooves.
If nothing else, if Hilda had been wielding this lance while possessed by Julius on the battlefield, the Demon Marshal Zuka wouldn't have escaped with just the loss of an arm; he likely would have been killed instantly by the holy radiance.
There were only three such weapons in the entire Kingdom of the Moon.
However, there were two even more powerful than these... the Sacred Treasures in my possession.
The Moon Banner and the Sword of Fidelity.
If I could unleash the full power of these two Sacred Treasures, I alone would be a match for a Sacred Knight, perhaps even surpassing one.
The Chronicles of the Moon Bible recorded that the first Saintess of the Moon was the strongest among the Seven Saintesses, standing on equal footing with the Pope of the Holy Church.
"The road is long, and only the sword is my companion."
I took out the Sword of Fidelity and admired it closely under the glow of the magic lamp.
The blade appeared ordinary, and though the entire sword looked magnificent, it didn't actually seem to possess much lethality.
This was merely the initial form of the Sword of Fidelity.
As the Saintess's strength grew, the Sword of Fidelity would gradually change its appearance to correspond with her different abilities.
According to the records in the Biographies of the Saintesses of the Moon, the first Saintess could tear the sky apart with a single swing of her sword.
Of course, that was likely an exaggeration; no matter how strong one became, the humans of this world had their limits.
Take Sacred Knight Julius Wallis, for example; he was at his peak when he died in battle.
Once a powerhouse crossed a certain threshold of strength, their lifespan would extend accordingly.
Those who surpassed Level 30 could reach an average lifespan of a hundred to a hundred and twenty years, while those who crossed the Level 60 mark could reach two hundred to two hundred and twenty, but that was the limit.
I put away the Sword of Fidelity and looked around the magnificent display room. Any single treasure here would be a priceless heirloom if taken outside.
Unfortunately, as the Saintess, I couldn't sell these things.
However, I could use these treasures to win over people's hearts.
With these thoughts in mind, I stepped across the thick carpet and entered my bedroom.
The bedroom wasn't large, less than twenty square meters, with a large princess bed in the center. The golden curtains were drawn back, giving the room a distinctly girlish atmosphere.
Ordinary nuns were not allowed into the display room, and naturally, they couldn't enter the Saintess's bedroom either.
Only the most devout, specially chosen nuns could enter the Saintess's room.
But there were no nuns now. I couldn't trust the previous ones, so I had transferred them all away.
"I'll just have to choose new ones. I can't possibly keep this room clean all by myself."
I reached up to undo the buttons at my chest. As the white Saintess's robe slipped from my shoulders, they felt considerably lighter.
I picked up the Saintess's robe and hung it on a nearby rack; usually, there were nuns specifically for this task.
I had been busy for two consecutive days since taking over. It was already five in the morning, and the distant horizon was beginning to brighten.
"I don't have much time to rest, so I'd better get some sleep."
I looked down at my body. Although I was curious about how mysterious a girl's body was... now didn't seem like the time.
Dragging my exhausted body to the bed, I threw myself onto the soft mattress as I always did.
Immediately, a dull, throbbing pain shot through me, causing me to curl up and clutch those two mounds of fat, my face twisting in a mask of agony.
"Ugh... why does it hurt so much?"
It took a while for the pain to subside. I wiped away a stray tear from the corner of my eye.
Am I just too sensitive? QAQ
"The orphanage issue needs to be resolved, the Cabinet system needs to be implemented covertly, Kevin Cromwell's stance is still unclear, and I'm not sure if Sir Cain will join my reform system. Taxes can't be raised, so road construction is out of the question. Internally, the Pope is eyeing the Kingdom of the Moon like a hawk, and externally, the demons are eagerly waiting to seize my Authorities. The nobles control half the realm, and corruption has become the norm..."
"Ah..."
I let out a yawn and gave a long stretch to relieve the day's fatigue. Lying on my back made my chest feel heavy, so I could only turn onto my side and close my eyes.
What a hassle. Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow.
Luo Li closed her eyes and drifted into dreamland.
At this moment, within Brilliant City, many people were unable to sleep because they were so excited by the great victory Luo Li and her knights had achieved.
It wasn't just the common people, but the knights as well.
Inside the largest bar in Brilliant City, the Moonlight Bar, over a hundred knights in battered armor held their wooden tankards high.
"To Her Highness the Saintess, cheers!"
"Oooooh!"
With a series of loud clacks, beer spilled from the tankards as they collided. The boisterous knights didn't care about such details, each raising their mug and gulping down half the beer in two massive swigs.
Joyful laughter echoed through the hall of the Moonlight Bar.
A wandering poet played a light, cheerful melody on a folk guitar, making the atmosphere in the bar even more festive.
At the dimly lit bar counter, two female knights in armor sat side by side on high stools.
Yuna sat on a stool, swirled her glass, and took a sip of the fiery, strong spirits. An expression like a grizzled old man's crossed her face as she closed her eyes and let out a loud, satisfied "Haaah!"
"Haaah! Refreshing! This is the life! A drink after battle is the only way to live!"
Hilda also took a small sip. Seeing Yuna's world-weary expression, she couldn't help but shake her head with a wry smile.
"You should drink less. If you start making a drunken scene later, I'll have to be the one to carry you home again."
Hearing this, Yuna pouted.
"But I'm just so happy today!"
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