"Spiritual Sight?"
Syl remembered; during dinner earlier, Sharon had indeed said she would find time to teach her Spiritual Sight.
It seemed that due to her sudden departure for the meeting, Sharon didn't have time to teach her and had turned to Archbishop Aishala instead.
At the thought of being able to learn a transcendent ability, Syl's spirits immediately lifted.
Speaking of this, she wasn't sleepy anymore.
She still remembered the scene she saw last night when she first opened her eyes.
At a long table, countless pupils shimmering with a faint golden light were watching her; many people also used mysterious auxiliary props, and everyone was slightly different.
Most importantly, glowing eyes! That's so cool!
"Calm your mind." Aishala suddenly raised her hand, placed it over her flat chest, and took a deep breath, seemingly as a demonstration.
"Is it starting already?"
Syl didn't say anything more and followed Aishala's movements, relaxing her mind bit by bit.
"Phew..."
After an unknown amount of time, Syl's originally excited mood began to grow weary, yet Aishala still hadn't started explaining the next step.
"True... for such a taciturn person, teaching someone is indeed a difficult task..." Syl thought silently to herself.
With that thought, Syl stopped expecting to learn Spiritual Sight in a single day, and her emotions calmed down instead.
"Very good," the previously silent Aishala suddenly praised, followed immediately by, "Feel."
Feel? Feel what?
Before Syl could ask for details, Aishala suddenly clenched her right hand into a fist and raised it toward the sky.
Aishala's pupils turned into a deep blackness like a black hole, with a tiny, almost imperceptible golden light flickering in the center.
Nothing happened; nothing was seen.
That was indeed how it appeared to Syl; everything before her was normal, except for Aishala raising her right hand.
But a strong intuition told Syl that something was definitely happening around her, yet she just couldn't see it.
"Trigger," Aishala said softly. "Saintess, talent. Only need, trigger."
Clearly, while Aishala's combat strength might be top-tier, she really didn't have much of a talent for teaching.
Syl was already racking her brains to understand Aishala's words.
Trigger... trigger... speaking of triggers, Syl could only think of a pistol.
Could Aishala be saying that as the Saintess, I actually have high talent, and Spiritual Sight is just a small matter that only needs the right trigger?
Thinking back carefully, it seemed that when she opened her eyes at dinner yesterday, she saw different movements. Were those small movements the triggers for the Bishops to activate Spiritual Sight?
Then what was her own trigger?
Perhaps as a Trial, Syl reached out her right hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
Because she thought snapping her fingers before a battle was cool, even though she didn't actually know how to do it.
Naturally, after this attempt, the snap didn't make a sound, and the world before her eyes didn't change at all.
Syl refused to give up and snapped her fingers again, while shouting in her heart: "Spiritual Sight!"
Even while maintaining the finger-snapping posture, Syl still failed to successfully activate Spiritual Sight.
Aishala didn't seem to show any impatience, simply watching Syl calmly and waiting patiently for her to try.
On the third attempt, Syl took a deep breath.
It was the same finger-snapping motion, but this time, Syl called out softly in her heart.
"System, Spiritual Sight."
As soon as Syl finished speaking, her pale blue pupils emitted a tangible golden light. This light continuously gathered in her pupils and then shattered and dissipated at the corners of her eyes.
Immediately after, as if a filter had suddenly been changed, an earth-shaking transformation occurred before Syl's eyes.
The colorful world gradually grew dim, and almost everything she saw was in shades of gray and white, with only certain items shimmering with faint, different lights.
Is this Spiritual Sight?
And what shocked Syl the most was Aishala in front of her.
Aishala was still maintaining her original posture.
However, in Syl's current vision, it was a completely different scene.
Faint Holy Light cascaded down from Aishala's raised right hand, enveloping her entire body in a layer of sacred radiance.
Aishala's eyes had also lost their eyeballs, leaving only a bottomless void, as if looking for too long would drag one into an endless abyss.
And at the center of that void was a tiny golden torch, swaying in the wind.
What shocked Syl the most was Aishala's back. Countless translucent, slender tentacles shimmering with golden light had grown from her back, flailing wildly on both sides. The entire scene looked terrifying yet possessed a touch of sacred beauty.
Seemingly noticing the change in Syl—though she wasn't sure if it was an illusion—the corner of Aishala's mouth curled up slightly.
"Very good."
After saying that, as if to answer Syl's confusion, Aishala's body gradually floated up. Her right hand suddenly clenched tight, and a massive amount of Holy Light power gathered in her hand, forming a giant golden spear that stood in stark contrast to Aishala's petite frame.
"Holy Rank Five — Glorified One."
This was probably the most fluent sentence Aishala had ever spoken.
In the gray and white world, she was like a powerful deity, floating high in the air, bringing a powerful sense of pressure to Syl.
While Syl was still in shock and hadn't recovered, Aishala deactivated this state and slowly descended from the air.
Perhaps because Syl stopped maintaining it or for some other reason, she exited the state of Spiritual Sight, and the golden light that had been gathering and dissipating in her eyes vanished.
Before the descending Aishala could even steady herself, Syl rushed up and excitedly grabbed Aishala's shoulders, shaking her. "That was so cool, Big Sister Aishala! How did you do it? I want to fly too!"
"Cough, cough..." Seemingly startled by Syl's sudden surprise attack, Aishala stepped back a couple of paces and coughed slightly to hide her embarrassment.
"Trial, Goddess, Gift, Holy Rank Five." Aishala uncomfortably shrugged her shoulders, wanting her Saintess to stop squeezing them.
After all, she was someone of advanced years; being treated like this by a junior, she wouldn't know how others would mock her if they saw.
"Holy Rank Five... that's so high..." Syl asked curiously, "How many Holy Ranks are there in total?"
"Holy Rank Seven."
"Then Big Sister Sharon must be even more amazing. What Holy Rank is Big Sister Sharon?"
"...Holy Rank Five."
"The Holy Ranks mastered by the Church of the Goddess of Hope are incomplete, Host."
"In subsequent missions, you may be able to obtain the later Holy Medicines."
"But this System still suggests that you do not walk the path others have already taken."