"Maggie, are you really okay?"
Roy's worries were practically overflowing.
"I'm really fine."
Maggie waved her hand, somewhat amused and exasperated. Although she didn't really want to tell Roy, casting the forbidden spell required Roy's cooperation, so she could only briefly explain the situation.
Although the little ghost knew more or less about Maggie's plan, he was still stunned after hearing what Maggie intended to do.
Are you sure you won't die?
He was genuinely worried that Maggie would ruin herself.
"Things I've never been sure about."
As Maggie spoke, she silently added in her mind, "Even a one in ten chance is a chance."
"Forget it, I don't care anymore."
Knowing he had no chance of changing Maggie's mind, the little ghost decided to give up and called over his wood-type friends to punish Maggie.
Maggie was completely unaware of this and had already begun to try to sense the flow of magic from the forbidden spell.
As it turns out, for someone as weak as her, activating a forbidden spell was indeed an incredibly difficult task. If she hadn't been holding a sacred artifact, she wouldn't have been able to even begin casting the spell, let alone activate it.
Maggie and Roy practiced together, while the little ghost watched from the sidelines. Gradually, he finally realized why Maggie had the confidence to say she wanted to kill the Pope.
"You're planning to use this, right?"
The little ghost floated to Maggie's side and asked in a somewhat serious tone.
"You noticed?"
Maggie smiled indifferently.
“You… Although I don’t like things related to gods, if you actually use it to cast a forbidden spell, this treasure will definitely be ruined.”
The little ghost also admired Maggie's skill and daring.
"It's okay, it's not mine anyway."
Maggie waved her hand, showing not a trace of heartache.
This sacred object was once used to hear divine pronouncements and to pay homage to the God of Light. Now that the God of Light has reincarnated, he can no longer respond to the faith and calls of the believers, so there's no harm in using it.
Even if there are any risks, we have to wait until he returns to his divine position. By then, Maggie might not even know if she'll still be alive, so she doesn't care.
"You really are..."
The little ghost was once again shocked by Maggie's shamelessness.
However, seeing that the magical flow between Maggie and the relic was within the normal range, the little ghost's previously uneasy heart calmed down considerably.
At least he knew that Maggie's plan was indeed feasible.
"But with your current strength, even with the help of a sacred object, it would take you a very long time to cast a forbidden spell without chanting. How can you guarantee that the Pope won't discover that you're up to no good?"
The little ghost seemed to remember something and frowned as she asked.
"Of course it's... a secret."
Maggie deliberately dragged out her words, watching the little ghost's thoughtful expression, and casually dropped two words, almost causing the serious little ghost to fall to the ground.
"Wretched woman!"
The little ghost was furious.
"Oh, well, it's not like this is the first time you've said that to me."
Maggie was in an unusually good mood and couldn't resist teasing the little ghost.
"snort."
The little ghost was furious, but there was nothing he could do about Maggie.
Roy chuckled to herself, like a little elf hiding behind the leaves, so cute it melted your heart.
...
Maggie thought the Pope would be eager to let her contact the God of Light and hear divine pronouncements, but to her surprise, he remained quite patient and did not come to see Maggie for several days, and the sacred object remained in her hands.
She was happy to have some free time, and every day she would try to shorten the time it took to cast forbidden spells. The difficulty of casting spells without chanting, coupled with the fact that they were of a world-class level, was comparable to an insurmountable chasm, and it was basically impossible for ordinary people to overcome it.
But Maggie overcame various difficulties step by step, including the problem that her meager magical talent made the flow of magic very difficult at certain points.
She couldn't really explain why, but it seemed to be related to her own soul.
Magic can resonate strongly with her soul, but not her body, which causes Maggie to always feel an inexplicable sense of disconnect when casting spells.
Fortunately, her spiritual resonance was stronger, which could temporarily compensate for her physical limitations.
Maggie was also very fortunate about this. In fact, she was not very good at fighting, and no one usually came to challenge her to a life-or-death battle. She even had someone to protect her when she went out.
Therefore, her weakness is that she has very little practical experience, and her combat skills are mainly based on theory.
The combat strategies are all derived from the Little Ghost.
Maggie was well aware of her weaknesses, so she could never confront the Pope, who was experienced in combat, head-on. Although a sneak attack was shameful, the Pope was no saint either.
She's not exactly a gentleman either.
Maggie thought this with a clear conscience.
Time passed quickly. Even though Maggie spent all her time practicing magic, the time still became ridiculously long. If you stood still for ten minutes during a battle, you would definitely die.
"Ten minutes of silent reading is still too long."
Roy was worried. Although he could provide more help to Maggie after he was promoted to a high elf, he could shorten the chanting time and provide a lot of magic power.
However, Maggie's current no-chantment ability is not truly instantaneous; it still requires a casting time, only she doesn't need to recite the incantation.
For so long, Maggie hadn't moved an inch, and she was right in front of the Pope. It was easy for someone to notice something was wrong, and Roy was really worried sick.
Because they were out of time, the Pope had already informed Maggie that she would have an audience with the Lord the next day.
"It's nothing, a minor issue."
Maggie looked at the dejected Roy without any worry, and even patted his head happily.
"Really?"
Roy felt the warmth above her head and asked her with a touch of melancholy.
"Of course, after all, in my eyes the Pope is just a stupid old fogey."
Maggie winked at Roy with a mischievous grin, instantly appeasing him.
That's just how he is; he easily believes Maggie's words, which is why Little Ghost gets so angry every time.
"Okay, I believe you."
Roy nodded vigorously, and in the following time he worked even harder to help Maggie sort out the direction and key points of the magic flow. Even if there was only a little time, he wanted to help Maggie gain more opportunities.
Maggie was very cooperative, and the two of them, along with the elemental spirit, practiced non-stop until dark.
However, each time they reached the final step, Maggie would cut off the magic supply to prevent the 'Holy Sword Judgment' from actually erupting.
This strike, which combined perfect timing, location, and popular support, is something only the Pope is worthy of.
Maggie held the sacred object in her hand and silently prayed in her heart.
The moon rose and set in the sky, and from darkness to dawn, Maggie did not close her eyes all night, until she heard the maid's voice calling her from outside the door.
"Your Highness, the Pope summons you."
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