“I hate…this white robe…”

Elisa quickly tore off her white gauze robe, revealing her slender, fair body. Looking at her pure body in the mirror, she murmured to herself, "I am holy. I am here because I am... holy."

“Holiness and impurity are not determined by appearance. Purity in the mirror is just an illusion; purity in the heart is true holiness.”

Elisa hopped into a corner like a startled rabbit and crouched down, covering her chest with her hands.

When she saw the figure speaking, her fear vanished, leaving only embarrassment and shame.

Heatherine casually tossed the clothes off the floor onto Elisa, then slowly strolled through the entire house.

"When I came to this house, my heart was filled with a thirst for power..." Heatherine spoke softly as she sensed Elisa quietly approaching from behind, dispelling the girl's embarrassment.

"Back then, all I could think about was becoming stronger. I believed that as long as I became stronger, I would get what I wanted!"

Heatherine looked at Elisa, whose complexion was gradually returning to normal, and said with a smile, "Only after I truly became strong did I realize that in the process of becoming stronger, I also lost a lot..."

Elisa idolized Heatherine and was very familiar with her mannerisms, but she now felt that Her Highness had changed; her beautiful eyes were no longer cold and indifferent.

The Holy Maiden's eyes held emotion, a longing for the past, and the warmth of spring sunshine, as if a charcoal drawing had suddenly transformed into an oil painting, and a black-and-white life had been infused with vibrant colors.

"Your Highness Heatherine, what... have you lost?" Elisa finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked.

"Haha! I... lost my feelings back then!"

Heatherine's face was veiled, so Elisa couldn't see her expression, but she felt that the saint's tone wasn't bitter, but rather... somewhat self-deprecating and somewhat relieved.

Just as Elisa's gossip-loving nature was piqued, Saint Heatherine turned to her and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Oh! Prepare... what?" Elisa didn't react for a moment and was a little confused.

"Are you ready to be a saint?"

Elisa's heart pounded faster, and she said cautiously, "I don't know... whether I can comprehend the true meaning of light, so I'm not sure..."

"You don't need to worry about that. I will naturally help you understand what light is. You just need to make sure you can accept your new identity!"

Heatherine interrupted Elisa's insecure words with a wave of her hand, making the latter's heart beat even faster.

"Your Highness, are you... sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure!"

Heatherine gave Elisa an affirmative answer, thinking to herself, "How can I gain my freedom if I can't make you a saint! That guy is still waiting for me!"