Maggie lay in bed and began to sort out the plot of the comic.
The continent of Coral has seven gods: the God of Light, the God of Darkness, the God of the Sea, the God of the Sky, the God of the Earth, the God of the Forest, and the God of Fire.
Each controls one of the seven magical elements: light, darkness, water, wind, earth, wood, and fire.
The comic tells the story of seven vanished gods who are reincarnated as human beings. Having lost their memories and their divine status, they cultivate anew, reclaim their divine status, and vie for the authority of the supreme god.
The victor can sit on the throne of the chief god and rule over the remaining gods.
Of course, in addition to humans, there are other races on the continent of Coral, including vampires, mermaids, demons, and so on.
The story is not only about the seven gods, but also about the survival struggle between other races and humans.
She, Maggie, is a cannon fodder NPC who introduces the opening plot, and whose death leads to the exposure of the dirty deals made by the Zephnea family.
This included, but was not limited to, profiting immensely from selling addictive drugs to nobles and the poor.
They colluded with hellish servants and high-ranking demons, sacrificed large numbers of poisoned poor people, and stole forbidden spells in exchange for the family's long-term prosperity.
They deceived the royal family of the Saint Na Kingdom by secretly holding slave auctions, selling a large number of rare races, including races that were on good terms with humans and were absolutely forbidden from being auctioned.
This naturally includes the human race itself.
In addition, there were numerous petty crimes.
The main plot of the first volume of the manga "Miracle Day" revolves around the protagonists investigating the Zefneria family, following clues, and ultimately bringing them down.
Just listing them out gave Maggie a splitting headache.
She has now entered the Temple of Light as the youngest daughter of the Zephnea family and become the Holy Maiden of Light, which is inextricably linked to her family.
Even if she manages to escape the death flag three days from now, she will inevitably be implicated when the Zefneria family's crimes are exposed in the future, whether she knows it or not.
The premise of "misfortune not extending to family members" is that the benefits do not extend to family members.
Unless she can do something extraordinary in this matter.
But she...
Maggie raised her arm, staring blankly at her slender, delicate hands that had never done heavy work.
All that remained in my heart was despair.
This body is nothing but a piece of trash with a magic talent of level 1. Even if the magic element detected is indeed light, it doesn't change the fact that her magic level is extremely low and she cannot use high-level magic.
Her current mage level is only a level nine mage apprentice. Even if light magic is scarce, mage apprentices are still extremely marginal to the Temple of Light.
If you randomly pick a nun from inside the hall, she's basically a real magician.
If she weren't still young, and if it weren't for the fact that Duke Zefneria, her beloved father, spent a fortune using various potions, scrolls, and other means to forcibly raise her magic level to the ninth-level mage apprentice in order to ensure she wouldn't be suspected, she wouldn't have been able to achieve this.
With her original talent, she wouldn't even be able to step through the gates of the Temple of Light, let alone become a saintess.
If the level of a magic apprentice can be artificially increased by resources, then breaking through the threshold of becoming a magician is where talent truly shines.
Some people never manage to cross that threshold and become a true magician in their entire lives.
She is most likely the kind of person who will never be able to break through in her lifetime, because she is a true waste with a level 1 magic talent.
As for physical strength, it is even worse than magical talent, so becoming a swordsman is basically hopeless.
Maggie let out a long sigh.
These can be put aside for now; the most urgent matter is the pilgrimage to the saintess in three days.
She would sing sacred prayers in full view of everyone, so that the poor would be bathed in holy light and the blessings of the God of Light would be revealed.
The Holy Prayer Song is an extremely special, levelless magic that anyone with a talent for light magic can use. It can transform light elements into holy light that heals diseases and injuries, and it is a magic that every Holy Maiden of Light must learn.
The range of a holy hymn and the healing effect of holy light are positively correlated with magical talent.
Legend has it that if the God of Light himself sings a sacred prayer, the entire continent of Coral will receive his blessings.
In the comics, Maggie's true talent was revealed when she sang a sacred hymn, only to have a faint white light emanating from her body and almost no healing effect.
"It's a pity that Harun didn't sing it in the comics."
Maggie shook her head with regret, thinking of Harlan's identity.
It's a real shame that his reincarnation as the God of Light resulted in him becoming a paladin instead of a mage.
I really want to know what it would be like if the human form of the God of Light sang a sacred prayer.
...
After studying hymns all night, Maggie felt dizzy and lightheaded the moment she regained consciousness in the morning, and thought she wanted to die on the spot.
She thought the most difficult part would be to deceive everyone and pass herself off as someone else.
Unexpectedly, she died before even getting started; she hadn't even learned the lyrics to the sacred prayers! No! She couldn't!
The language that records magic itself comes from the ancient primordial era and is said to have been created by elemental spirits. Just learning to recognize the characters and trying to pronounce them gave Maggie a splitting headache.
She had assumed that the original owner of this body, as a noble lady, should have learned these things, but in reality, the original owner had only learned Esperanto, the common language of the continent of Coral, which is the language used for communication now.
The Duke had never hired a magician to teach her the language of magic.
To put it bluntly, the Duke naturally assumed that she was a good-for-nothing who could never truly learn magic, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to use it.
What the original owner had to do was drink all sorts of enchanting potions without restraint, and quickly raise her level to the ninth-level mage apprentice, regardless of the side effects, whether it would affect her talent, or whether it would harm her body.
The Duke really did treat the original body as a disposable sacrifice.
Thinking of this, Maggie couldn't help but feel sorry for the original owner of the body.
Chanting is a prerequisite for activating magic; she can't very well go and tell the archbishop, 'The pilgrimage to the saints is canceled; I'm too incompetent to activate the holy hymn.'
She will most likely die a more tragic death than in the comics.
Oh shit!
The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
An enraged Maggie immediately flipped herself over, then did a somersault, all in one smooth motion.
The maid entered the room and, before she could even draw back the curtains, was startled by Maggie, who sat up abruptly without even opening her eyes.
In the darkness, the frightened maid saw Maggie sitting there quietly, neither speaking nor moving, and could only cautiously ask her question.
"Your Highness? Are you alright?"
As a modern person, Maggie heard someone care about her and, even before she opened her eyes, subconsciously said thank you.
"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
As the curtains were drawn back, all the rustling sounds disappeared, and suddenly silence returned to her ears. Maggie was a little puzzled.
She endured the pain of the blinding light and slowly opened her eyes.
The result was that the maid was staring at her without moving, with a suspicious blush on her cheeks.
Maggie and the maid's eyes met. The maid seemed to realize what was happening and quickly lowered her gaze. The blush on her face had not yet faded, and she stammered a greeting to Maggie.
"Your Highness, good day."
Maggie's head was covered in question marks, but she still smiled and nodded politely.
"The same to you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the maid glanced at her face and blushed even more. She tidied the room much faster than usual, as if someone was chasing her.
Finally, the maid finished tidying up quickly and left the room in a hurry, even forgetting to say goodbye.
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Maggie, who witnessed the whole thing, was stunned.
What's going on? Is she a monster?
A few minutes later.
Maggie, who was sitting in front of the dressing table in a daze, saw her reflection in the mirror and immediately snapped awake, her eyes widening even more than the maid's.
I was too busy yesterday to look in the mirror, but when I did today, I was stunned.
"Am I really that good-looking?!"
The girl in the mirror had long, black, and shiny hair that fell obediently to her chest. Her delicate, snow-white skin was like the finest mutton fat jade. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, had exquisite features, a straight nose, and cherry-pink lips with a beautiful shape.
But that's not her most beautiful feature. The most stunning thing about her face is her pale gold eyes, which are like clear, translucent glass.
When looking directly at others, he is a holy, gentle, and compassionate deity.
When she lowers her gaze, her eyes reveal a noble and aloof demeanor, looking down upon all things in the world, making her seem even more divine than a god.
She suddenly understood why, when choosing the Holy Maiden of Light, despite having four candidates with similar talents, Archbishop Ford ultimately chose her to be the Holy Maiden of Light.
Its inherent sense of holiness makes it practically a walking billboard for the Temple of Light.
"This is so different from the comics."
Maggie twisted her head left and right, repeatedly confirming that this was indeed her face, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
Fortunately, no one is in her room right now. If the nun or the knight saw Maggie like this, they might think she was possessed by a demon.
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