The medieval-style temple and church appear huge, elaborate, and magnificent from the outside, but the interior decoration is simple, elegant, and supremely graceful.

On the altar deep inside the church, the archbishop, with his back to the two men, prayed devoutly and attentively to the statue of the God of Light, his prayers echoing in the empty church.

From the moment Maggie stepped into the church, her whole body tensed up involuntarily.

Standing in front of him is Cardinal Brown Ford, the Pope's number one lackey, who even Harlan almost fell into his hands.

Maggie and Harlan approached the prayer platform and stood quietly below, waiting for Archbishop Ford to finish his prayer.

Half an hour later, the archbishop finished his prayer and slowly turned to look at the two of them.

When Ford saw Maggie, he gave her a smile that was hard to describe as either amiable or satisfied.

His aged yet kind voice echoed throughout the church, seemingly healing the soul and making people unconsciously lower their guard.

"I am relieved to see that Her Highness is unharmed."

There was no scolding, no command, but an extremely gentle, familial concern. Maggie looked at the kind and amiable old man in front of her, but couldn't help feeling a chill in her heart.

If she hadn't read the comics, she probably would have thought the old man was a good person.

"Thank you for your concern, Bishop."

Maggie nodded slightly, avoiding direct eye contact with the archbishop, feigning a weak and humble demeanor, perfectly replicating the cowardice and weakness previously displayed by the original owner.

Brown Ford, aside from the Pope himself, is the most powerful figure in the entire Temple of Light. He appears kind and approachable, but is actually ruthless.

There is only one purpose to have faith in the God of Light, and that is—eternal life.

The thing he hates most is being out of control.

Because of the Duchess, Maggie was unable to come to the temple to take up her post for a long time.

Ford was already quite dissatisfied with her.

If I were to perform exceptionally well and show any intention of breaking free from his control, I fear I wouldn't even live three days.

“Your Highness may find it difficult to adjust to daily practices at the temple. I will send nuns and priests to assist you.”

Ford spoke kindly, as if he were genuinely worried that Maggie wouldn't adapt well to life in the temple.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Maggie lowered her head even further, her voice trembling slightly, perfectly portraying her fragility.

"Harlen, take the saintess to her room and let her familiarize herself with the temple."

Ford gave Maggie a deep look, then turned and gave Harlan the order.

"yes."

Harlan nodded slightly, giving a clean and crisp knightly salute, and then gestured for Maggie to enter, his handsome face bearing a perfectly timed smile, exuding elegance.

"Um."

Maggie lowered her eyes and agreed, following Harun's steps as they walked gradually into the back garden deep within the Temple of Light.

The most prosperous Temple of Light, worshipped by the five kingdoms of the continent of Coral, was not only extremely magnificent in its renovations, but its interior was also so luxurious that it surprised Maggie.

The Zefnia family is considered a top-tier noble family in the Kingdom of Saint Na, but they still don't have the same resources as the Temple of Light.

Walking along the pristine white corridor into the temple, one sees exquisite and beautiful reliefs of angels and fairies lining the walls. In legend, these are all servants of the God of Light.

"Your Highness, this is the library."

Harlan led Maggie through an ancient and heavy gate. Standing inside and looking up, they saw layers upon layers of books spiraling upwards, hidden deep within the library.

Maggie's feelings became complicated as she looked at the scene.

The poor of the Kingdom of Saint Na have no access to knowledge, and the books and knowledge of the Temple of Light are left to gather dust here.

"The library contains most of the magic and spells of the continent of Coral. Except for the top floor, which is only accessible to the Pope and the Archbishop, Your Highness, please feel free to access the rest."

Harlan turned his head and smiled at Maggie.

The curve of his lips was so perfect, it looked as if it had been measured with a protractor.

Even Maggie felt tired watching it.

"Yes, thank you, Knight Commander."

Maggie nodded obediently.

She had assumed that Harlan would take her directly to the saint's room and leave her there.

In the comics, Harlan is someone who hates trouble, and she never expected that Harlan would actually help her get familiar with the temple.

Harlan then showed her around the cathedral, the prayer room, the training ground, the garden, the nuns' and knights' quarters, and so on, explaining everything in great detail.

If Maggie hadn't read the comics and known that Harlan wasn't a person with a perverse sense of humor, she would have even suspected that Harlan was playing a trick on her.

She was wearing high-heeled ankle boots, and given how large the Temple of Light was, Maggie felt like her legs were about to break, and her heels were probably bleeding from the friction.

Harlan still showed no sign of ending the conversation.

Looking at the endless corridor, Maggie finally lost her patience.

"Sir Knight, it's getting late."

As Harlan continued to show her the apothecary, Maggie, her legs trembling, forced out words through gritted teeth, mimicking Harlan's smile.

Harlan paused, turned to look at Maggie, and seemed somewhat puzzled.

"Is Your Highness tired?"

Maggie struggled to suppress the twitching at the corner of her mouth; wasn't he described as very meticulous in the comics...?

Was he genuinely oblivious or just pretending? Her arms and legs were shaking!

He even asked her if she was tired.

"Yes, I'm tired."

If it were the original owner of this body, she might have forced herself to cooperate with others, but she was a modern person from the 21st century, and immediately nodded firmly.

Harlan immediately showed an apologetic expression and even bowed to Maggie in apology, making Maggie feel a little guilty for a moment.

"It was my oversight. I will take Her Highness back to her room right away."

Perhaps she misunderstood; maybe the other person really didn't notice.

"No need, it's my problem."

Maggie immediately shook her head and replied with a slightly guilty tone.

She didn't see it; Harlan turned around, the corners of her mouth curving more than usual.

Soon, the two arrived at the room prepared for the saintess in the temple.

Of course, this speed is only relative to Harlen; for Maggie, even such a short distance is torture.

She felt like her ankle was going to break.

Before Harlan could speak, Maggie stepped into the room first, blocking him at the door.

"Thank you, Knight Commander. Sweet dreams tonight."

Maggie quickly finished speaking to Harlan, and before Harlan could even reply, she slammed the door shut.

As soon as the door closed, Maggie's face fell into a blank expression; she didn't want to make any more facial expressions.

She quickly took off her boots, threw herself onto the bed, and sank into the soft blankets. Maggie felt as if her soul was floating on air in bliss.

God knows how Harlen manages to keep her expression unchanged all day.

She held on for two hours, until the muscles in her face completely stiffened.

Outside the door, Harlan, who had been turned away, stood with his mouth slightly open, words stuck in his throat, his expression inexplicably stiff, and his hand, which was about to perform a knightly salute, froze in mid-air.

The corridor was eerily quiet, and it took Harlan a long time to lower his hand back to his side.

He gave the door that kept him out one last strange look before slowly turning and leaving.