Using magic developed by the God of Light to kill his pope, how can that not be a just judgment?
Since the Pope wasn't exactly qualified either, Maggie became the acting God of judgment.
With the parchment in hand and the spell formulas she had memorized by heart, Maggie quickly completed the spell.
She requested two broken forbidden spells in total, and the other was a genuine forbidden spell, but one with a very high cost, which she did not plan to use.
But she still came. Perhaps because she's used to making a plan B, Maggie spent a little more time completing it as well.
Let's just consider it a bargain for them.
Maggie's agreement with the Green Tower was to complete the two forbidden spells and return them, but the time to return the magic would definitely not be now, but... after the Pope's death.
Even if the sages in the tower realize something is wrong by then, it will be too late.
After all, her actions were somewhat like dragging the Green Tower down with her. She had just killed the Pope with the 'Holy Sword Judgment', and then the magic appeared in the Green Tower.
Unless those sages are fools, they should all honestly and completely conceal their deal with her.
No one would believe that a Holy Maiden of Light could have the ability to repair forbidden spells. Even if the Tower were to tell others, outsiders would only think that the Tower was talking nonsense and had gone mad in order to shift the blame.
To outsiders, that would appear as the Tower supporting the Holy Maiden of Light's ascension to the throne, which would be extremely bad news.
Their supposedly absolutely neutral academic organization had publicly guaranteed that it would not interfere in the internal politics of other forces, but Maggie's move has completely brought them down from their pedestal.
That's why Maggie felt so confident.
Furthermore, the knowledge she displayed this time would definitely make the entire Tower drool. Even if it's just to avoid offending her, the Tower would pretend nothing happened and continue to cooperate with her.
Maggie has that confidence and that strength.
"This... is very suitable for use in the temple."
Maggie looked at the complete 'Holy Sword Judgment' incantation, nodded in satisfaction, and a bunch of wild fantasies began to float into her mind.
After she unleashed the 'Holy Sword Judgment,' her heroic and dashing figure was no different from that of a god!
After this whole ordeal, who could be more like a god than her? The God of Light has been asleep for so long, who would believe in an unreliable god!
Shouldn't these believers convert to her?
Tomorrow, replace the statue in the temple with hers.
The Goddess of Light is pretty good too; who says gods have to be male?
Maggie thought to herself, feeling quite pleased with herself.
"What disgusting things are you thinking about now?"
As soon as the little ghost entered the room, he saw Maggie's face flushed with a sickly redness, looking like a female ghost about to devour people. He instantly felt a chill run down his spine and shuddered.
Roy was holding hands with the little ghost, and upon hearing the little ghost's words, he didn't hesitate to give him a sharp rap on the head with his other hand.
You can't say that about Maggie.
The sound drew Maggie's attention, pulling her thoughts away. Looking at the two little guys in front of her, and their little jellyfish, she pretended to be nonchalant, composed herself, and said with a slightly serious expression.
"I wasn't thinking about anything."
She would never tell you how fantastical her thoughts were.
"I don't believe it. There's not a single good thing in your head, woman."
The little ghost acted as if she hadn't been hit at all, still rolling her eyes at Maggie and scrutinizing her from head to toe.
Especially after Maggie told him about her grand plan to kill the Pope, he became increasingly certain that Maggie's mind was different from that of a normal person.
He didn't mind getting hit a couple of times; he just had to make a few sarcastic remarks to Maggie.
"You really are!"
Roy was fuming. Just a moment ago she was all lovey-dovey with the little ghost, but now she shook off the little ghost's hand and floated alone to Maggie's side, angry at the little ghost's stubborn attitude.
"She's a natural actress! You're the only one who believes her!"
The little ghost was speechless. He pointed at Maggie, who was pretending to be innocent and serious, and said angrily.
“Maggie is not, hehehe.”
Roy stuck out his tongue and made a face at the little ghost.
"She's been bullied so badly, how can you still criticize her?"
He crossed his arms, turned his head away, and adopted an attitude of not wanting to pay attention to the little ghost.
These past few days, Roy had learned more or less about the angels and the Pope, and he felt that Maggie had suffered a great injustice. He would do anything as long as Maggie was happy.
Just when Maggie seemed a little happier, the little ghost teased her, which immediately made Roy angry.
"Who's bullying whom! Do you know how ruthless this woman is?!"
The little ghost was furious. He stared incredulously at Maggie and Roy, his mind filled with the terrifying, chilling expression on Maggie's face when she said she wanted to kill the Pope.
It made him question the meaning of life.
"Yes...yes, Maggie is really pitiful...ah..."
The little jellyfish chimed in at this moment, its tone timid and its voice so soft it was almost inaudible, but to the little ghost it was like adding fuel to the fire.
What's wrong with me?
At the same time, Maggie tilted her head and gave the little ghost a kind smile.
"..."
The little ghost didn't even want to be angry anymore and fell completely silent.
"Alright, alright, Maggie, the sun is shining so brightly today, aren't you going out for a walk?"
Knowing Maggie's feelings, Roy didn't dwell on the topic. Instead, he turned around and gave her a big smile, his childish voice filled with concern.
"No, it's better to stay in the room."
Maggie shook her head. In fact, according to the normal daily work of a saintess, she should have a mission to bless the almshouse today, which is located in Santa Fe City.
But... since the Pope is in charge here, perhaps worried that she might run away, the saint's daily duties have recently become prayer-related.
Unless there's something absolutely necessary, Maggie thinks it's better for her to stay put and not wander around.
That's such a pity.
Roy seemed somewhat disappointed, but didn't insist.
"After this period is over, I will go out more often and take you to the seabed."
Maggie smiled. She had originally planned to postpone the matter of Xiu, but plans can't keep up with changes. Once the Pope is dead, no one will dare to restrict her anymore.
When the time comes, you can go wherever you want, whenever you want.
Even if no one cares, there will be someone to clean up her mess, no matter who tries to get involved.
Maggie was absolutely certain.
However, the only one who might have a problem is the priest. But once the pope dies, she might also become like a devil in the priest's eyes.
Maggie thought uncertainly.
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