Sigma's face had turned an incredible shade of red.
Sigma was currently covering her face with both hands, seemingly unwilling to let Syl see her unsightly state.
"Is it very uncomfortable?" Syl also started to feel a bit nervous, thinking something had gone wrong with her skill.
"No... it's not..." Sigma shook her head rapidly. "It's very comfortable..."
"But I see you..."
Syl wanted to say more, but she was interrupted by Sigma.
"Sister Syl, change your clothes quickly, it's almost time for dinner!" After saying that, Sigma hurried away.
The loud "thud" of Sigma tripping outside after closing the door made Syl wonder if she'd have to use Hand of Redemption again once she stepped out.
What a clumsy and cute little girl.
Syl shook her head with a smile and began to change her clothes.
This magnificent white hooded robe with gold-threaded inscriptions was definitely more beautiful than any robe Syl had ever seen; it had a holy aura about it. Mostly, the inscriptions were just very cool.
Without much thought, Syl pulled the robe on, only to realize afterward that there were many more clothes on the bed: an inner lining dress and a belt for under the robe, a white shawl with mysterious and complex inscriptions to go over it, and a pair of thin white silk gloves. Syl had completely messed up the order.
Naturally, during the process of changing, she couldn't avoid touching her own body. This was the first time Syl had seen herself stark naked... how should she put it, she actually felt a bit embarrassed.
After a lot of fumbling and wasting quite a bit of time, Syl finally managed to put the outfit on correctly.
She had to admit, wearing the full set made it look even better.
After smoothing out her hair, which had become messy while changing, Syl stood before the full-length mirror.
Looking at herself, Syl was momentarily dazed.
She toyed with her shawl from time to time, or pulled back half of the robe, or put on the hood to cover her long, pale-gold hair.
No matter how Syl posed or changed angles in front of the mirror, she possessed an impeccable, holy beauty. The pale-gold hair and the white robe were simply a perfect match.
Even though her physician card form was beautiful too...
Her original body was truly... excessively beautiful, to the point where others would feel inferior just by looking at her.
"As expected of me~" Blowing a kiss to her reflection in the mirror, Syl finally pulled her gaze away reluctantly.
After putting on her boots and opening the door to step out, Syl saw Sigma waiting nearby.
Unsurprisingly, this outfit left Sigma dazed as well. It wasn't until Syl waved a hand in front of her that she snapped out of it.
"His... His Holiness the Pope and the Archbishops are already waiting for Sister Syl in the dining hall..." Sigma said, pointing toward the stairs. "Just turn right down there, and someone will lead Sister Syl the rest of the way."
"Aren't you going to eat?" Syl asked curiously.
"Ah... I've already eaten." Sigma lowered her head, telling a small lie.
She hadn't eaten dinner, of course, but she knew that an occasion with so many important figures wasn't a place where a mere prospective Nun like her could join in.
Furthermore, the newspapers and news from the past few days had let Sigma know that Sister Syl had actually been chosen to become the Saintess.
"Alright then... I'll come find you after I finish eating." Syl waved her hand and then walked toward the direction Sigma pointed with a light step.
"O-okay!" Sigma watched Syl's retreating back, biting her lip, seemingly moved.
Sigma hadn't expected that Sister Syl's attitude toward her wouldn't change at all after becoming the Saintess.
Originally, Sigma thought she had only been sent to accompany Sister Syl because they were familiar with each other.
Watching Syl's back disappear around the corner, Sigma smiled with a sense of relief: "As expected, only someone like Sister Syl could become the Saintess."
In fact, Syl hadn't thought that much about it; it was purely because she was in an unfamiliar place and wanted to stick with Sigma.
Having a cute girl who could be teased at will to accompany her—wasn't that just great?
Syl's personality was like that: free-spirited and casual, fond of playing pranks, yet possessing a delicate and cautious heart.
On her way to being led to the dining hall, Syl encountered many clergy members.
Almost all the clergy members came to a halt upon seeing Syl. Some even closed their eyes, seemingly offering a silent prayer.
Even more people walking toward her would step aside upon seeing Syl and give a respectful church salute: "Lady Saintess."
It seemed Sharon had already spread the word.
Since she couldn't be protected in the shadows, Sharon simply put Syl out in the open, using the standard methods used to protect Saintesses in the past.
Upon reaching the dining hall doors, Syl took a deep breath before signaling the Nun leading the way to open the doors.
Even through the doors, Syl could hear the lively atmosphere inside the dining hall.
She hoped her arrival wouldn't kill the lively mood inside.
She didn't want to be a buzzkill.
The doors opened, and as soon as Syl took a step inside, she froze.
At the long table inside, a group of Archbishops wearing either black or red robes, along with Sharon in her white robe, all turned their gazes toward her in unison.
The system very thoughtfully displayed everyone's information, but except for their names, it was basically all black skulls and large question marks.
Good grief, it's a room full of bosses.
Being stared at, Syl felt uneasy all over, standing there somewhat at a loss.
"Saint Syl, no need to be formal. Come sit beside me." Sharon smiled and beckoned to Syl.
"Okay..." Syl responded somewhat weakly. As she walked over, she reached out her right hand to scratch her face, feeling a bit awkward.
Why did everyone stop talking? Weren't they just having a blast?
"The holy seal!" Someone in the room shouted, and everyone's eyes fixed on Syl's right hand.
In the next second, every Archbishop in the dining hall stood up in perfect unison. Facing Syl, they solemnly crossed their hands over their chests and performed the Goddess's salute.
"Her Majesty the Saintess!"
"Lord Saint Syl!"
The shouts in the dining hall weren't synchronized, but one could feel their fanaticism. Some even shed tears of excitement.
Syl probably didn't know what kind of storm she had stirred in these people's hearts, nor was she aware that a Saintess who could communicate with the deity actually held higher practical power and influence than the Pope.
She didn't know yet that her image perfectly matched all their fantasies of a Saintess. Some had even waited hundreds of years for this moment.
What Syl was thinking now was... Who am I? Where am I? What are these big shots doing? The food on the table looks so good... What's that dish of purple meat? What kind of Lovecraftian cuisine is that? I really want to try it... Most importantly, what should I say right now?!
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