Several days have passed since the explosion at the underground slave auction, and Maggie has finally received the task given to her by the archbishop.

Or rather, it's one of the necessary tasks of being a Holy Maiden of Light.

Pray for the innocent souls who have passed away, that they may enter heaven and be free from suffering.

As Maggie left the gates of the Temple of Light, a dark glint flashed in her eyes. Her plan had been laid out several days ago, and today was the perfect time to reap the rewards.

My gaze swept across the wall not far away, where people came and went, their shadows seemingly disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Maggie withdrew her gaze and headed back towards the tavern. Having finally managed to leave the temple openly and legitimately, she had many things to do and couldn't afford to waste time.

Near the tavern, several priests and paladins could be seen guarding and waiting inside. The moment they saw Maggie, one of the paladins' eyes lit up, and he quickly walked towards Maggie.

Seeing this, the nun also approached Maggie and whispered in her ear.

"Your Highness, everything is ready."

Maggie glanced at the chaotic ruins before her and couldn't help but chuckle. An explosion caused by the destruction of the energy supply device couldn't be resolved simply by some magic that could track and restore the traces.

The magic was amplified and exploded, destroying all traces of spellcasting and the true existence of the explosive potion. It would be a miracle if anyone could find out.

However, with Father Barton back, Ford will likely have to find a way to investigate, otherwise he'll be caught red-handed again.

"Okay, I understand."

Maggie spoke softly, giving a slight nod to the paladin who ran up to her, a gentle and holy smile on her lips.

She walked toward the center of the crowd, the chatter of Roy and the little ghost ringing in her ears.

"On the continent of Coral, the concept of reincarnation simply does not exist; only humans would perform such a pointless ritual."

The little ghost crossed her arms, and DouDou's eyes were filled with disdain.

"Perhaps, this is the same feeling that those high-ranking elves have when they take care of orphaned elves."

Roy looked at the several grief-stricken faces in the crowd and nodded as if he understood.

"...."

The little ghost seemed convinced by Roy's statement and didn't say anything more for a moment.

In the world of elemental spirits, when intelligent elemental spirits are shattered for various reasons, they revert to being ownerless spirits, devoid of wisdom and consciousness, waiting for an opportunity that may come at any time to allow them to evolve back into level two spirits, possessing sentience.

Even so, the newly born elemental spirits have completely different personalities from the previously shattered elemental spirits, and can be said to be completely unrelated to the previous spirits.

Even so, some elemental spirits will still take care of newly born elemental spirits, just like they would a good friend.

Nostalgia and longing are emotions that no sentient being can avoid.

Chanting sacred hymns was no longer difficult for Maggie, especially after she learned the ancient magical language. In Maggie's eyes, not only did translation appear, but other clues also emerged.

"The end times are coming, but God lives on forever."

"The gods will guide the lost, ——————"

This time, the blurry text following the last sentence has emerged as a faint black, extending downwards where a green glow can be seen.

A look of doubt flashed in Maggie's eyes. It was as if a prophecy had been divided into three parts, or even more. As for the later parts, it seemed that they had not been shown because she had only learned a part of it.

Gradually, a reasonable yet exaggerated guess formed in Maggie's mind, and as she sang to the end, Maggie silently memorized this change.

The warm, soft light gradually faded from Maggie's body, and the people around her who were praying with her gradually opened their eyes.

The people who were still grieving the loss of their family members calmed down and looked at Maggie with gratitude in their eyes.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Maggie turned around, smiled slightly at them, and spoke softly to them.

"Their souls will be redeemed by God."

...

Maggie walked into the dark alley, her voice chillingly calm. The temple was only a hundred meters away.

"Ford really doesn't trust me."

Having just shaken off the men Ford sent to follow her, Maggie is no longer pretending.

The shadows on the wall rippled, and Perkin transformed into human form, landing in front of Maggie. His voice was as hoarse and unpleasant as ever, like old tree bark scraping against the ground.

"They agreed to your request."

Maggie lazily lifted her droopy eyelids, her gaze casually sweeping across the distance.

"key."

In front of the magnificent and sacred Temple of Light stands a statue of the God of Light, whose unparalleled beauty seems to be looking down upon the world, gazing upon everything with equanimity.

Of course, Maggie still liked the earring on his ear; it looked... kind of sexy.

Perkin stepped forward and handed the key to the ruins to Maggie.

“You… have been staying in the temple lately. Ford now sees me as a thorn in his side and tries to find something to use against me every day.”

Maggie suddenly remembered Ford's recent unusual behavior and spoke to Perkin, giving him some advice.

"Um."

Perkin responded softly, his emerald green snake eyes fixed intently on her, like a predator about to strike its prey in the shadows, making the sight all the more terrifying in the dark alley.

"We'll be going to the Kingdom of Saint Na soon, and you'll be on the way... um... never mind, you'll find out when the time comes."

Maggie hesitated for a moment before deciding not to tell Perkin directly.

Near the Thorn Castle is a tomb, the tomb of a false god who fell in the struggle for the throne.

There was a broken dagger that the Dark God had once used, though it was old and dusty, and no longer of any use to him.

But it's just right for Perkin now, and the wisp of dark divine energy it contains will allow him to further refine his strength.

"?"

Perkin's expressionless and cold face showed a hint of doubt because of Maggie's words.

"It's nothing, let's go back."

Maggie looked away, mainly because she didn't know how to explain it. Could it be that she could make prophecies?

That's so strange.

Perkin looked at Maggie in silence, and then...

He reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"???"

Maggie was startled by the ice and her eyes widened instantly without warning, but she quickly concealed her embarrassment and returned to her original appearance.

Why are they arresting me again?! What's wrong with them all?!

She was truly baffled, as were Harlan and Perkin. What was wrong with them?

"What... were you trying to say?"

Perkin began to speak with difficulty.

"I told you not to ask any more questions. I am your master. You just need to obey me."

Maggie frowned slightly, then gave a command in a haughty and aloof tone.

Why are you asking? I'm just looking for a handy weapon for you! Why are you so curious?

Maggie thought angrily.

Sure enough, if this guy isn't taught a lesson for a while, he'll get too cocky!