Upon hearing Maggie's words, Ficklin, who was initially very unhappy and on the verge of tears, immediately stopped his emotions, and his face visibly brightened from gloomy to cheerful.
"As expected, I knew you wouldn't want to kill me!"
He instantly transformed from his previous unhappiness into a confident expression.
As long as Maggie explains, Ficklin will trust her unconditionally, which makes Maggie feel a little guilty, since she really wants his blood.
But it's definitely not something I can say right now.
"..."
Maggie thought she would have to coax him for a while, but it turned out to be so easy.
But just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Ficklin's next words almost made her burst open.
"So I beat them all up and ripped their roofs off."
Ficklin's righteous words left Maggie speechless.
Sure enough, shortly after Ficklin finished speaking, several ragged priests and officials rushed out of the temple. Upon seeing Maggie, they instantly revealed expressions of righteous indignation.
"Your Highness, you must do us justice!"
"Yes, yes, a dragon is indeed a dragon! Keeping him alive is endangering the safety of the temple!"
The priests and pastors were all indignant, pointing and whispering at Ficklin, which gave Maggie a terrible headache.
"Wait, explain what happened first."
Maggie raised her hand to stop the group from continuing their complaints; she wanted a logically clear answer.
"That's right, this dragon attacked us out of nowhere and ruined our place. Now we have nowhere to stay tonight."
One of the priests pointed at Fiklin, his face full of anger.
"You were the ones who spoke ill of Maggie first! You said she would kill me!"
Ficklin didn't back down either, immediately retorting whenever he was criticized. Maggie hadn't expected to see a group of men arguing like elementary school kids at the temple gates, and her head started to ache even more.
"You're still making excuses! It's just that you're untamed and wild!"
The priest and the priest both had expressions of utter disbelief on their faces, but Maggie keenly noticed the unnaturalness in their subtle movements and immediately understood.
It seems they really did say that they deserved to be beaten.
Ficklin's act of assaulting someone inside the temple was indeed a violation of the temple's rules. If she were to cover it up, it would certainly be difficult to gain the support of the people.
It's a bit difficult to handle.
Maggie sighed inwardly and glanced helplessly at Ficklin.
Stupid dragon.
There's no need to settle scores on the spot. Learn from Perkin; wait until you're outside the temple's territory to deal with her. Even killing her wouldn't be a problem.
There was no other way but to lock Ficklin up for two days to teach him a lesson.
Just as Maggie was about to speak, a slightly aged figure walked out from not far away. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Father Barton.
Maggie hadn't seen him in the temple since the meeting ended that day, and she never expected to meet him here.
Father Barton stared at Maggie expressionlessly for a long while before shifting his gaze to the spot in front of Maggie and speaking slowly.
"You, come here."
He gave orders to the priests and ministers in front of Maggie. Although their faces were full of resentment, they dared not disobey the priest's request and could only leave one after another.
In fact, if Maggie had treated them more forcefully, it could have produced a similar effect.
However, Maggie still had to maintain a facade of civility. After all, Ficklin was one of her own, and priests and clergymen were not under her jurisdiction. Punishing them arbitrarily could cause conflict.
"Your Highness, good day."
Father Barton no longer treated Maggie like a pawn, nor did he look down on her. Instead, he treated her as an equal and finally addressed her as 'Her Highness Saint'.
"Good day, Father Father."
Maggie nodded, indicating that she had met him before.
"I will keep a closer eye on them, and I hope Your Highness will do the same."
Father Barton gave Maggie a deep look before speaking meaningfully.
He was implying that she needed to keep an eye on Ficklin, and Maggie understood.
"certainly."
Maggie wasn't surprised by the old man's attitude. If anyone could survive to the end in the intricate temple, it would most likely be the priest. Although he was upright and had unwavering faith in the God of Light, he was also shrewd and capable of making choices.
For example, in this case, it was the Pope's people who were affected, while he himself was unharmed.
It can only be said that they gained nothing, but they also did not lose power or status.
Just like now, Maggie is showing off her talents, and he naturally shows up, avoiding her limelight and not offending anyone.
After the meeting, the priest did not linger but left with his entourage. Before leaving, he left Maggie with a cryptic remark.
"Your Highness, I hope you are truly loyal to the Lord."
As soon as he finished speaking, Maggie's eyes darkened. The priest was actually quite perceptive, and he could probably guess that she had an abnormal source of power. He wanted to use these words to warn her.
Unfortunately, she was not afraid.
The temple will soon be her domain, and she doesn't intend to stay here long anyway; the temple is just a foothold for her.
As Maggie thought this, she glanced back at Ficklin, only to see him still looking unconvinced. After noticing Maggie's gaze, he reluctantly lowered his head.
"Don't hit people in the temple next time; there are plenty of opportunities outside."
She hadn't expected to be able to control Ficklin's behavior anyway, so she could only subtly hint at it to him.
It's because this poor kid can't understand.
"oh!"
After listening, Ficklin nodded in sudden realization, as if he had just had a breakthrough.
"Okay, I understand!"
He spoke with such seriousness, but for some reason, Maggie felt a vague unease, as if he were about to do something big again.
But looking at Ficklin's dog-like eyes, Maggie thought she might be overthinking it.
Although Ficklin is always causing trouble, he is generally quite obedient.
Finally, with all the problems resolved, news came from the other side that Little Orange had been settled and received treatment smoothly, allowing Maggie to finally get a little rest.
She returned to her room, closed the door, but there was no sign of Roy or the little ghost. The room was empty and quiet. Maggie leaned against the door for a long time before lowering her eyes and walking to the bedside.
Before leaving, the little ghost said it was going to find her a new elemental spirit companion, but it didn't come back for more than ten days.
It always left her feeling inexplicably empty.
She lay in bed, thinking that there might really be some intractable problem in the Elemental Source Realm, and before she knew it, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
The wind whistled through the valley, and the scent of grass filled the air. Maggie was still half-asleep, thinking how beautiful the dream was, when she suddenly opened her eyes.
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