The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 96 - The Former Candidate Saintess (2/2)
“That spiritual being, how did you deal with it?” Avena pressed further. “After summoning it, did you kill it directly? Or destroy the formation after summoning?”
If a divine servant were released, the entire Berren City would likely suffer; no one could escape.
It was an uncontrollable, extremely dangerous factor.
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Since no danger had occurred so far, it meant the spiritual being should have been dealt with or sent back to the Other Side. But for safety’s sake, Avena decided to ask Ciel anyway.
She wanted a definite answer.
“It’s... still alive.” Ciel shook her head and said, “I can’t really say if its current state is considered alive or dead...”
“It mistook Amy, who saw it, for the Saintess, and directly sealed itself onto Amy’s back,” Ciel took out the black leather pouch and said, “These three potion bottles were left for Amy by that spiritual being.”
Avena had been wondering earlier why Ciel directly produced three potion bottles, and a direct line from “Ascetic” all the way to “Radiance Bishop” at that.
But judging by the color, these turbid potions didn’t seem refined from primary materials, but rather directly created from the flesh and bones of transcendents.
Drinking potions with unknown formulas would definitely cause problems, differing only in severity.
“It sealed itself... onto that girl’s back?” Nia, who had been standing silently behind Avena, finally couldn’t help but speak, asking doubtfully, “Why didn’t I sense any presence of an Other Side creature...”
Nia had the most authority on this point. If an Other Side creature appeared, Nia would definitely be the most sensitive and most affected.
Even Nia couldn’t sense the slightest presence. No seal could achieve that.
“I’ve confirmed it; the seal is indeed on her back,” Ciel shook her head and said, “Moreover, this spiritual being sealed on her back has already killed people.”
Then, Ciel recounted what Amy described about the robbers being instantly torn to shreds, explaining that the sealed spiritual being could passively sense danger directed at Amy and kill those who posed a threat to her.
After hearing this, Avena lowered her head in thought. After a while, she looked up at Ciel and asked, “What do you think? Could she be the ‘Saintess’?”
“I don’t know.” Ciel answered honestly. “But given her situation, I can guarantee that even if she went to the Church of the Savior Goddess, she would be treated as a Saint or Saintess.”
“Regarding ‘Saintesses,’ I have heard one theory.” Avena said, “I once heard that perhaps no religious group truly has a ‘Saintess’ in the doctrinal sense.”
“They are just very special, rare individuals capable of resisting most pollution from the Other Side. Churches can rely on them to try exploring and communicating with the ‘Other Side’.”
Hearing this, Ciel looked at Avena, somewhat surprised, and asked, “Are you saying ‘Saintesses’ don’t actually correspond to any specific path, but are rather a kind of human resource that can be competed for?”
“That could be one interpretation.” Avena nodded and said, “But this is just speculation. After all, the number of existing ‘Saintesses’ and ‘Saints’ is scarce, and each is heavily protected by their respective organizations. It’s practically impossible for them to be snatched away by others, unless that religious group is annihilated.”
“Holy wars occurred frequently two or three hundred years ago, but such events have been almost non-existent in the last two centuries. Records of holy wars are also extremely rare.”
At this point, Nia spoke again, adding, “Besides communicating with the gods of those churches or attempting to communicate with other old gods, the main purpose of ‘Saintesses’ is to obtain the Reconstitution Rituals for those missing paths.”
“If they can obtain the initial potion formula or Reconstitution Ritual from Other Side creatures, they can deduce the Reconstitution Ritual and potion formula for that path through reverse engineering or experimentation.”
Nia seemed particularly familiar with this information, knowing even more than Avena.
Hearing this information, Ciel nodded slightly, already convinced by this explanation internally.
They hadn’t experienced it, so they could only speculate.
But Ciel had experienced it firsthand.
She herself, due to suspected ability to communicate with the Other Side, had been mistaken for a Saintess multiple times by both the Church of the Savior Goddess and the Divine Advent Church.
Especially High Priestess Uris, in almost every simulation, tried various means to bring Ciel back to the Ansu Holy See.
The three fell silent, each pondering different issues. At this moment, Adele, who had been quiet, unusually spoke up.
“So what do you plan to do?” Adele looked at Ciel and Avena, asking, “Amy’s specialty will definitely make her a treasure contested by different religious groups and forces...”
Adele raised a point Ciel had also considered. If they kept Amy close, endless troubles would surely follow.
If left unattended, Amy would definitely be found by the Divine Advent Church.
By the “most loyal follower” mentioned by the divine servant.
What if they took her to a relatively peaceful and safe organization or church, letting the people there protect her? For Ciel, this seemed like the best solution.
“How about... sending her to the Redemption Society?” Adele suggested softly. “It’s full of doctors who heal the sick and save lives—excluding Sherlon—if the Redemption Society had a Saintess, it should be better for ordinary people than other churches obtaining one, right?”
Although she had left the Redemption Society, Adele didn’t seem to think poorly of her former employer, putting in a good word for them.
Avena: “No.”
Nia: “No.”
Avena and Nia spoke almost simultaneously, rejecting Adele’s proposal.
“She cannot be sent away.” Nia shook her head. After a moment of silence, she said, “I was previously... a candidate Saintess for the Church of the God of Order.”
“I know very well what happens after being chosen.”
Nia’s entire suit of armor hummed faintly. The bone-deep fear and pain seemed to resurface in her mind once more.
