As if putting on a show, the figure standing atop the ruins suddenly turned around, looked up at the sky, raised both arms diagonally towards the heavens, and shouted loudly in an exaggerated manner:
"Great God of Winter, your faithful servant humbly begs for your blessing: grant me the light of miracles, sweep away the wind and snow that veil my eyes, and let the wicked have nowhere to hide under your gaze!"
The voice clearly belonged to an elderly man, yet even from a distance of over a hundred meters, its volume showed no signs of diminishing. On the contrary, due to its deep, resonant tone, coupled with the dignified and profound presence of someone who had long held a high position, it inexplicably exuded a sacred quality despite being filled with many abnormal vibratos.
This clearly uses a magical amplification technique.
A subtle fluctuation spread through the air, like ripples appearing when a pebble is thrown into a calm pond. Ordinary people might not be able to detect it, while martial artists like Miyuki, who have a vague understanding of magical variations, and those with naturally sharp senses, might notice it, but none could match my sensitivity to it.
Carefully suppressing my senses and shifting my gaze away from the old man awkwardly performing the ritual, I followed the trail of my senses and finally managed to glimpse a figure tearing open a scroll between the silver-armored knights and a few priests gathered together.
He seemed to be muttering something to himself, causing the aura swirling around the scroll to instantly recede and shrink, transforming into a pure, cold light.
Almost simultaneously, a magical fluctuation far exceeding what that person had given me escaped from the torn scroll, was restrained by some force, and was forcibly shaped, creating an echo in the surroundings.
A cold, sharp light shot into the sky, tracing a perfect parabola in the eyes of most people who looked up and saw this scene. It connected with the dazzling polyhedron suspended in mid-air, causing it to spin continuously under the intense stimulation, also emitting an icy blue color.
I looked up and waited for a while, but nothing happened after that.
There were no random attacks that suddenly appeared, nor were there any tracking beams suddenly shot down from mid-air. It was as if everything was just a show, merely displaying dazzling light effects and that was it.
The elderly man in the white-gold robe awkwardly glanced to the side, gently shook his withered hand, and then seemed to whisper something to the other person.
Even from a distance, his anger was palpable, prompting a few confused inquiries from the surrounding street corners.
After that, he coughed once, and then loudly said two more threatening words to the perpetrators, expressing that he stood with all the innocent people who had been harmed, and that God would always watch over his people. Only then was he helped down from the height.
He even stumbled for a moment when coming down from the ruins because he wasn't paying attention to his footing, scaring the person who was helping him half to death, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
"It seems this organization is all show and no substance."
I shook my head and shared what I had just experienced with Miyuki.
After listening in silence, Miyuki explained what she had just seen: "Although the distance was a bit far, so the sound couldn't be heard, the priest seemed to be complaining about why the spell he cast hadn't worked, and even said that 'even if you just dragged out a scapegoat, it would be better than this awkward situation.'"
It would be strange if that kind of magic could actually produce any effect, right?
It's just a large-scale lighting spell; only the effect looks impressive. If you're harboring some kind of ulterior motive, hoping to use its icy blue color to summon divine guidance, you'd be better off doing something more reliable.
She paused for two seconds, then silently rubbed her forehead: "I used to really think they had some skills, like healing diseases and creating massive frost formations. But after seeing so much of the world, now that I think about it, there are often one or two unidentifiable people standing behind the performer. I suppose they all use similar double acts to deceive people, right?"
I shrugged: "I'm not sure which specific situation you're referring to. But based on the current situation, it's highly likely that's the case."
Aside from treatments that are difficult to control effectively, there are many other types of healing techniques. These range from simple cleansing spells used only to remove skin flakes and dust, to powerful techniques like rapid regeneration and bone and flesh regeneration that can almost restore a severely injured or disabled person to normal, and even less commonly used techniques like limited prayer and wishing spells… There are countless ways to create miracles in the eyes of ordinary people.
As for creating large-scale frost to scare people, that's even simpler.
Even a mage like me, who isn't skilled in wind and water-type spells, can easily mix the two by first removing the heat from the water and letting it solidify and crystallize. It's just a matter of continuously controlling the output of energy. At most, it just requires a higher total amount of magic power and a better grasp of magic power. It's nothing to be surprised about.
If the church here is merely using the guise of casting spells to impersonate miracles, then could the upcoming Advent ceremony simply be an excuse to remove any obstacles that might hinder their complete rule?
Considering the blind saintess's previous account of being approached by the city guards several times, coupled with the fact that Til was chosen as the sacrificial offering, it's hard not to think in this direction.
However, I haven't yet found any convincing key clues, so I can't make any rash inferences.
"They seem to be preparing to leave," Miyuki whispered a reminder.
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