When Maggie received Ford's order, she had already tidied her clothes at the dressing table, a flawless smile on her lips.
However, the next second, Maggie returned to her expressionless state.
She realized that this kind of smile inexplicably resembled Harlen's, and just thinking about it gave her goosebumps.
She really does learn the bad things but not the good ones.
"His Highness the Bishop said that Her Highness and Princess Eve are both citizens of the Kingdom of Saint Na, and are therefore more familiar with each other. He would like Her Highness to receive Princess Eve."
The nun delivering the message looked nervous, spoke haltingly, and had fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
You could tell she was really panicked.
Maggie calmly turned around, gave her a gentle smile, and spoke softly.
"I understand, you may leave now."
Maggie knew perfectly well why the nun was so flustered: a princess who had gone to the temple without permission, and a saintess who was not to be offended or violated.
Both of them came from the Kingdom of Saint Na.
Now that Ford has asked her to receive the princess, Her Highness, as a saint, is likely to feel annoyed, disgusted, or even insulted.
In the eyes of this poor nun, there was the fear of incurring her wrath.
However, Maggie wasn't that free or bored.
She was even a little excited, hoping that this unreasonable princess would cause more trouble.
A princess who was spoiled without limits from childhood and is obsessed with gods.
It sounds like a troublemaker.
The Duke wanted her to mediate between the temple and Princess Eve to prevent her from causing trouble, and to do the royal family of Saint Na Kingdom a favor once the matter was over.
But Maggie didn't want to do that.
The bigger the princess's commotion, the more uncontrollable the situation becomes, and the greater her influence will be. In the end, the royal family of the Kingdom of Saint-Na will definitely bypass the Duke's mansion and come directly to her for help.
She will only consider making a move when the benefits are substantial enough.
If the wealth offered by the Kingdom of Saint Na is insufficient to sway her, she can simply let this ignorant and arrogant princess be punished by the temple.
Maggie stood up and turned to walk toward the prayer room.
Without Ford's permission, anyone who comes to the temple without authorization will be treated the same as ordinary people, and must wait in the prayer room.
As for why Ford would have this saintly woman receive him, it was obviously to make her uncomfortable.
Maggie pushed open the door and saw three elegantly dressed young ladies standing in the prayer room. The one in the middle was the most extravagant and gorgeous. Although her features were quite beautiful, her haughty demeanor made her seem somewhat mean.
"You are the Holy Maiden of Light?"
Princess Eve's gaze fell on Maggie, scrutinizing her from head to toe with a naked look. When she finally saw Maggie's face, she couldn't suppress the hint of jealousy on her face.
“Princess Eve, we met at a noble party.”
Maggie deliberately used an intimate, almost ingratiating tone.
In reality, the original owner rarely attended banquets. Even when she had to attend due to social obligations, she would quietly hide in a corner and wait for the banquet to end to reduce the chances of being invited to dance.
The Duke had a strong grip on the original owner of this body, so she dared not do anything.
Maggie said this to make the princess more aware of her identity as a daughter of the Zefnia family, rather than a saint. Otherwise, how could she do anything more outrageous?
"Oh? Maybe you're too ordinary for me to remember."
As expected, Princess Eve smiled sarcastically, showing no politeness whatsoever and not even using a respectful title towards her.
Maggie's expression remained unchanged, and she did not remind her to change her address, but instead responded in a gentle tone.
"That was a one-sided meeting between me and Princess Eve."
As she spoke, her gaze met that of Motley Lynn, and even though she hid it well, Maggie could still see the hatred in her eyes at a glance.
Very good, it seems this person can also be used to eliminate a potential threat.
Maggie thought casually.
"However... is this how the Temple of Light receives the kingdom's distinguished guests? Such a simple room is probably unacceptable even to commoners."
Princess Eve, who grew up in the palace, finally voiced her dissatisfaction, and her tone toward Maggie became increasingly unfriendly.
“Princess Eve, your arrival was sudden, and you did not send a letter of greeting. The temple has not made any preparations and therefore cannot grant you the high-level courtesy you are entitled to.”
At this point, Maggie's tone became indifferent again, and her expression turned cold.
Her reaction only further angered Eve, who rushed forward to Maggie, raising her voice so loudly that it could be heard clearly even outside the prayer room.
"Don't think you're superior just because you've become a saintess. How dare a duke's daughter be so arrogant towards me? If I weren't born with a water element, would you even be in this position?!"
Maggie let her yell at her, her face still bearing a gentle smile.
You can faintly hear footsteps passing by outside.
"I'm truly sorry for angering the princess, but it's against the rules, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Maggie's tone was slightly apologetic, showing no airs of a saint.
"Hmph, I don't want to do so-called prayers in this shabby little house. I want to see the sacred relics left by the gods! You better go and arrange it for me right now."
Princess Eve seemed pleased with Maggie's obedient attitude, and raised her face high again, speaking to her in a commanding tone.
"this...."
Maggie hesitated.
The God of Light did indeed bestow sacred objects; legend has it that touching one can bring the God of Light's personal blessing, and there is even a chance to meet and speak with him.
But that was before the gods went to sleep.
The sacred object lay silently in the temple for thousands of years, and no one ever witnessed a miracle.
The so-called miracles that still exist today, and the claim that only those with sufficient faith and sincerity can see the God of Light, are all fabricated lies and pretexts used by the Pope to solidify the faith of believers.
Now this love-struck princess has finally revealed her true purpose.
She wanted to see the God of Light, because she felt that the God of Light would fall in love with her, with a believer who devoted himself to her wholeheartedly.
"If you don't want the Zefnia family to be targeted by the royal family, you'd better behave!"
Princess Eve narrowed her eyes and spoke in a threatening tone.
“Alright, but this matter requires the attention of His Holiness the Bishop.”
Maggie remained silent for a while, then lowered her head slightly, revealing a resigned attitude.
"That's your business, it has nothing to do with me. I only care about seeing the sacred object."
Princess Eve chuckled, the jewels on her magnificent skirt gleaming in the sunlight, making her look like an exquisitely packaged work of art.
It's a pity he's all show and no substance, a fool who's good for nothing but causing trouble.
Maggie thought to herself as she walked out of the prayer room.
She is now going to see His Holiness the bishop to help the princess fulfill her wish.
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