In the Kingdom Square, the bustling poor people gazed devoutly at the center of the square. The new saintess was nowhere to be seen, and the poor had not felt the blessing of the God of Light for a long time.
The square is now packed with people who can personally receive the healing light of the saint's pilgrimage.
In addition, the poor have very few opportunities to see the Holy Maiden of Light. It is said that each Holy Maiden has unparalleled beauty, and even healthy people want to see the Holy Maiden's true face.
As the sound of synchronized footsteps rang out, the chaotic square immediately fell silent. Everyone held their breath and looked at the Holy Maiden of Light, who was being protected by the paladins.
Maggie stepped out slowly, and the paladins bowed respectfully until she stepped onto the altar. Only then did they straighten up and stand below the altar in a protective posture.
All eyes were drawn to Maggie's eyes; her pale gold eyes shone brightly, clear as if a deity were gazing upon the world, seeing its suffering and about to deliver all beings from its afflictions.
Compared to her, Maggie's exquisite features, like a masterpiece of God, paled in comparison.
"Today, I, in my mortal form, convey the grace of God to believers."
Maggie was well aware of the power of her beauty, and taking advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted, she immediately began to go through the formalities to prevent anyone from noticing anything amiss.
"h aiθ?pia ψaλμwδ?a, o ?xo? tη? ?pπa?, eξaγν?ζouν to νou kai to kpato?ν μakpi? aπ? tη δiaφθop?."
"E λeγe?a γia to t?λo? tou k?σμou, o Θe?? ζei γia π?νta."
The complex hymns of prayer flowed smoothly from Maggie's lips. At the same time, the hymn magic activated by the moonstone in her hand resonated with it, and the healing holy light gradually expanded from the moonstone in Maggie's arms, gradually enveloping her.
The believers in Kingdom Square all closed their eyes, enjoying the sacred tranquility of the moment.
Archbishop Ford, who had come to observe the ceremony, watched the scene with satisfaction and nodded meaningfully.
"Your Highness has done a very good job."
Maggie secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had practiced enough last night to successfully cast the Holy Prayer Song without revealing any flaws.
But soon, Maggie felt waves of weakness wash over her as a large amount of magic was drained and converted into healing holy light. Her body, with its extremely low talent, could not withstand the terrifying conversion speed of the moonstone.
Maggie's chanting of the sacred prayer is merely a activation condition; once activated, the Moonstone will indiscriminately absorb nearby magic.
Whether it's the magic in the surrounding environment or the magic within Maggie's body.
She miscalculated.
Yesterday, when testing the effects of the magic, I was afraid of delaying today's pilgrimage, so I only released the Holy Prayer Song for a short while and then stopped.
Now we can only swallow this bitter pill.
Maggie knew she absolutely could not stop casting the spell now; it was a matter of life and death, with thousands of eyes watching her from below.
The archbishop was also watching her; failure meant certain death.
Maggie could feel her vision starting to go black, and her legs felt as weak as noodles. Now, if anyone touched Maggie even slightly, she would fall to the ground on the spot.
She sang the hymn without pausing for a moment, while trying to appear relaxed and at ease, lest the Holy Knights notice her unusual behavior.
As long as we survive today, there is still a chance to turn things around. We must not give up now.
Maggie gritted her teeth and continued casting the spell.
Every second of her overdrawn magic felt incredibly long; it's no exaggeration to say that every syllable she uttered was rapidly consuming her life force.
This is what people mean when they say, "If you have mana, burn mana; if you don't have mana, you lose health."
Maggie thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile, a bitter taste rising in her mouth.
Suddenly, Maggie’s blurry vision began to see rows of text and suspicious specks of light fluttering around in front of her.
In a daze, she thought she heard someone talking.
Maggie's consciousness was almost blurred, but after seeing the words clearly, she felt a little amused.
It turns out that when people reach their limits, they may experience auditory and visual hallucinations.
Because the words in front of her were actually her native language.
"The soul will be far from hell, the elves will play the harp, and the angels will sing hymns."
“Ethereal chanting, the sound of the harp, purifies the soul and keeps one away from depravity.”
"God will bring blessings and hope to protect helpless and lonely children."
"Disease and suffering are buried in the dust, but the Lord of Light blesses all things and favors the world."
"The end times are coming, but God lives on forever."
"The gods will guide those who have lost their way..."
The content that follows is as if it's broken off; it's blurry and impossible to read, and it's impossible to identify what the words are.
The brain was ultimately a step ahead of Maggie; the familiar words quickly entered her mind, and Maggie subconsciously understood their meaning.
Suddenly, Maggie's eyes widened, and an unbelievable thought flashed through her mind.
Could this be... a translation of a sacred hymn?!
She must have been absolutely certain that she had seen similar poems before, and given the words used in the translation, it's hard not to think that it might be a translation of a sacred hymn.
So, it's not a hallucination!
At the same time, the chattering, shrill, and strange-sounding discussions around her grew clearer and louder, so noisy that they gave her a headache.
Along with these sounds, pure magic began to flow towards her as if it were free, quickly replenishing her magic-depleted body.
"Is this the new offering from the God of Light?"
“He has been asleep for so many years, I estimate that this offering will never reach the God of Light.”
"Yes, yes, and I also think that the Temple of Light's judgment is getting worse and worse. This talent is not even qualified to be a sacrifice."
Once Maggie regained her composure, she silently memorized these voices that had appeared out of nowhere.
For example, the fact that 'the Holy Maiden of Light was originally a sacrifice to the God of Light' is a very important piece of information.
Because these details are not mentioned in the manga's storyline.
Perhaps the cannon fodder died early and were not important to the plot, or perhaps there were other reasons.
But for her now as the Holy Maiden of Light, this information is extremely important.
This realization instantly roused Maggie, and for the next while she sang hymns, she secretly listened to the conversations of these voices.
"Huh? Did this sacrifice borrow our power?"
"I feel the same way! What's going on? Doesn't she believe in God? Doesn't the Holy Maiden of Light believe in the God of Light?"
"The Holy Maiden of Light does not believe in gods. I think your guess is too funny."
"What's going on? Could it be that she has a high affinity for magic? No, she seems like a complete waste to me."
Their discussion continued, but for Maggie, the hymns were nearing their end and she couldn't bear to listen any longer.
Although it was a pity, Maggie could only end the spell and pretend nothing was wrong by opening her eyes.
As the hymn ended, everything settled down, and the sounds of discussion and the words before my eyes vanished together.
Maggie looked toward the edge of the square and saw that the area covered by the holy light that had not yet dissipated was far beyond Maggie's imagination. It looked no different from that of an 8th-level talent, and even better.
Maggie breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Although I don't know why, this is a good thing, at least I won't be questioned later.
Where the light shines, grace will surely come.
Maggie roused herself and finished her closing remarks for the pilgrimage, as the believers' unified vows echoed in her ears.
May God's grace be with you and me.
May God's grace be with you and me!
Hearing this melodious voice, Maggie's lips slowly curved into a breathtakingly beautiful smile.
The inevitable death trap set at the beginning of the story has been broken; now it's time for her, the transmigrator, to act freely.
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