The little ghost's words surprised Maggie, but they weren't entirely unexpected; he always cared about Roy.
"Maggie, are you talking about me?"
As if sensing something, Roy flew over from somewhere, his pale white face filled with curiosity.
"Here, the Soul Fire. The little ghost said it's for you to use."
Maggie handed the item directly to Roy, gestured with her lips, and indicated to Roy that this was Little Ghost's doing.
"I don't want to."
Roy glanced at the little ghost first, then at Maggie, and as if he had thought of something, his lips pursed, and he immediately became unhappy.
"?"
A question mark mushroom grew on Maggie's head.
"Don't you consider me a good friend anymore?"
Roy spoke confidently to the little ghost.
"?"
Another one grew on Maggie's head.
"I don't."
The little ghost was also confused, but he quickly realized what was happening and shook his head vigorously, afraid that Roy would misunderstand him.
"But good friends share with each other. Why are you being modest? Are you trying to distance yourself from me?"
Roy spoke with such conviction and righteous indignation, I don't know where he learned it from, that Maggie somehow found it somewhat reasonable...?
"ah?"
The little ghost stood frozen in mid-air, even the white cloth covering its body stopped fluttering, as if petrified.
"If you consider me a friend, we'll split it in half."
After a moment's thought, Roy came up with a solution that seemed quite reasonable to him.
"Oh, okay."
Little Ghost never refuses Roy's requests; he basically agrees to whatever Roy says without hesitation.
Now, a world where only Maggie is injured has been achieved.
It's not that giving the Soul Flame to the little ghost is a waste, but a higher-ranking spirit is far more useful than two lower-ranking spirits. If they absorb it together now, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.
The Little Ghost is currently level 3, and Roy is level 2. If the two elemental spirits consume Soul Fire together, they can only reach level 5 at most.
Moreover, the little ghost has no contract with her and cannot assist her in battle like Roy does.
but......
Maggie looked up at the two little ones sticking their fingers together and sighed silently.
Well, she can't be the bad guy, can she?
They'll be counting on the little ghost for help in the future.
Finally, the purpose of this extinguished soul flame was decided: it would be used as an item for Roy and the little ghost to advance.
...
Just as one crisis subsided, another arose. While the investigation into the explosion at the underground slave auction in Santa Fe City was still ongoing, causing widespread panic, the carriage of the princess of the Kingdom of Saint Na slowly entered the city gate.
"This is Santa Fe City?"
Beard Eve, the eldest princess of the Kingdom of Saint Na, was lifting the curtain of her carriage and looking curiously at the city of Saint Fe.
However, after observing for a while, a faint disappointment appeared on her face, and she lowered the carriage curtain again.
"It feels similar to Taber, boring."
She exuded an air of arrogance, wearing an expensive Rococo-style gown that could only be carried by an extravagant carriage, and her exquisitely made-up face bore the arrogance ingrained in her royal bones.
“Princess Eve, this is the territory under the jurisdiction of the Temple of Light. Be careful what you say.”
Motley Lynn was also visiting Santa Fe for the first time, but her focus was completely different. She didn't notice the magnificent and luxurious architecture, but rather the lives of the ordinary people.
Most of the common people on the road were dressed in fine clothes, unlike some areas of the Kingdom of Saint-Nar where the poor were emaciated and had to endure exploitation by the nobles.
"What's the big deal? The God will certainly not punish us for such a trivial matter."
When Princess Eve spoke the words 'God of Light,' her eyes clearly revealed a faint sense of worship and adoration, making the other noble lady in the carriage feel uneasy.
"But the Temple of Light is not one to be trifled with."
She spoke timidly.
Compared to Princess Eve and Miss Mottley, she was merely a young lady from the minor noble family of Keynes, and had to be extremely careful with her words to ensure her safety.
"So what? I am the princess of the Kingdom of Saint Na, they dare not touch me."
Princess Eve's face showed no concern, but when her gaze fell on Mortley Lynn, a slightly amused look suddenly appeared on her face.
"I heard your brother died at the hands of the Holy Maiden of Light?"
Motley Lynn's expression froze when her sore spot was exposed, but she quickly composed herself and spoke calmly without any emotion.
"He was reckless and provoked the Holy Maiden of Light; he deserved to die."
The answer was flawless, without a trace of resentment, but Princess Eve was not satisfied with it.
"Oh right, I remember you were also a candidate for the Holy Maiden of Light. If it weren't for her, you would be the Holy Maiden of Light now."
Princess Eve's words were so unrestrained, it was like deliberately rubbing salt into someone's wound.
"..."
Motley Lynn closed her eyes and this time did not answer Princess Eve's question.
"Sigh~ I found a passage written in magical language in a lost ancient book a couple of days ago, saying... the Holy Maiden of Light is the God's bride! It's a real pity you missed it."
When the word 'bride' was mentioned, a hint of jealousy flashed in Princess Eve's eyes, but her gaze was intentionally or unintentionally directed at Motley Lynn.
"It's just a legend. God will treat every believer equally."
Motley Lynn spoke calmly, but her hands clenched so tightly under her sleeves that her fingertips turned white and her arms were congested with blood.
Who knows?
Princess Eve shrugged and pulled back the carriage curtain to look in the direction of the Temple of Light.
In the distance, a statue of the God of Light stands in front of the cathedral's fountain. Under the sunlight, his features appear even more perfect and profound, holy and handsome. The earring on his ear also subtly reveals a touch of indulgence and freedom. Every detail is just right.
Princess Eve stared blankly at the statue, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.
The princess's carriage slowly arrived at the temple and stopped outside the temple gate.
Strangely, not a single paladin came out to greet them; only a passing nun stopped to look at the distinguished carriage.
The nun hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to greet her.
"Excuse me...."
She had just opened her mouth to ask the coachman for details when Princess Eve stepped down from the carriage. When she saw the nun's clothes, she raised an eyebrow and spoke arrogantly and rudely.
“Listen, I am Princess Beard Eve of the Kingdom of Saint Na. I have come here today to pay my respects to the God. Quickly send someone to receive us.”
The nun was taken aback by her condescending tone, paused for two seconds, then lowered her head and softly agreed.
"Princess Eve, please wait a moment."
The moment the nun turned around, a look of schadenfreude appeared on her face.
This was the first time she had ever seen someone come to the temple to pay homage to the Lord without prior notice, without a legitimate reason, and without even the Archbishop's permission.
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