"Sister Ci:

Your sister, Rachel, wrote this letter to you in the old library of the convent surrounded by flowers and vines.

Oh, it's not a good seat on a cloudy day, and the centuries-old vines wrap around the building, making the famous Armher's First Abbey look old and old-fashioned compared to the beautiful Amster School of Magic.

I haven't told you about why I'm here.

From the diocese of Emst, it took two full months to leave the diocese of Jesdan and enter the parish of Princy, where the seasons are warm. Principe is already part of the territory of the most powerful Xiyi Empire on the mainland, if you remember, I wrote a letter to you in Princy, I wonder if you have received the tea enclosed with the letter?

Priest Bertha has been proving to me that the Holy See is strong, and that its mailing system should be just as good, so you've already tasted Princy's specialty, right?

The suburbs of Printhi are as large as the sparsely populated Emstere. It was not until February of this year that our carriage arrived in the diocese of Casabka, a diocese close to the port of the Holy Land, which has a strong religious atmosphere.

In March, spring came, and after a long journey of five months, Priestess Bertha and I finally set foot on the land of the Holy Land Harbor.

The moment we stepped out of the carriage, the harbor of the Holy Land in front of us made the two of us stand there and lose our minds for a moment.

I may have forgotten to tell you that Priestess Bertha has never been to the Holy Land Harbor either. It was only after I entered the First Monastery that I learned that there were many cases of priestesses like Bertha in the Holy See.

The Holy Land Harbor is the abode of the most devout followers of the God of Light, independent of the three empires, and the tall cobblestone pillars that stand tall on both sides of the streets are countless times grander than all the cities we've seen along the way.

The streets here are clean, and people walk politely and humbly on the roads. The poor will be sheltered by the Holy See, and the Holy Land Port is probably the only place on the entire continent where there are no displaced people.

Although I will inevitably miss the bustle of Rhine and Emstel after living for a long time, you know, I have always been a person who can endure quiet.

Too many words can describe my first impression of the Holy Land Harbor and that of Priest Bertha, but when the dove flew over its head and landed on the majestic and solemn roof, it was as if the God of Light was looking down on the world with a smile of tolerance and compassion from a high place beyond our sight.

Then, after many approvals, Priestess Bertha finally led me to find someone who could break the seal...... Although they are also Priests of Light, the Priests of Light in the Holy Land Harbor are much more powerful than the Priests of Bertha. A series of elaborate rituals – which include bathing in water made from olive leaves for seven days, during which only bread and water can be eaten.

The priest Bertha said that it was to cleanse people of their innate filth. Well, I haven't seen Priestess Bertha since fasting, and to be honest, I often think of this serious-looking woman who is really a teacher when it comes to spreading the gospel of the God of Light.

And that's all. When I came into contact with the other priests of light, I could clearly feel the contempt in the priestess's words when I mentioned the priestess Bertha in front of them.

"What a lucky one!"

They said of the priestess Bertha, although it was a compliment, but the sarcasm in her words was undisguised: the "lucky ones" from remote parishes who were promoted by killing dark creatures. That compliment probably has something like that.

Of course, before the seal was lifted on me, I was treated especially under the priestess Bertha.

Here I have to talk about what happened on the day the seal was lifted.

After seven days of fast and bathing, I was led to a high tower. The tower is shrouded in soft white light from top to bottom, and as you walk on the steps, you can feel the tiny elements of light passing through the human body, bringing a warm touch.

The spire has no roof and is an open-air platform. The priests asked me to stand in the middle of the terrace on the cream-white tiles with the story of the creation of the god of light, and they began to chant - it was a long, muffled incantation, and you would have fallen asleep listening to it.

I'll tell you secretly, I was actually almost asleep at the time.

Just when I felt bored, the lengthy spell finally ended, and I immediately felt a darkness before my eyes, and the whole world had a brief moment of blindness in my eyes. Then a beam of light lit up before my eyes again, and I found myself bound in a red ray of sunlight, and from time to time a free white light poured into me.

They frolic in my body, trying to elicit some kind of resonance. It's an amazing feeling, forgive me for not being able to describe it in more detail.

Half surprised, half curious, I reached out to catch the light, but the chant that had been silent for a long time began again: this time it was no longer a joyful play, a sharp pain rose from my body, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I realized that I had been in a coma for three days.

Surrounding my bedside was the kind priest of light, who was one of the people who broke the seal on me. Three days ago he only looked at me with slanted eyes, but now he is unusually kind to me.

Soon I knew the reason, after the seal was broken, there was only one kind of demonic potential in my body, and that was the "light" that was with the gods!

Then I was led to an audience with His Holiness the Pope, and to tell the truth, there were so many steps from His Hovelyn His Majesty's throne that I didn't get to see him until His Majesty had finished talking to me.

His Majesty the Pope is more gentle than I had imagined, and has been so gentle with those around him, who have been so rare in recent years that he has given special tribute to the priestess of Bertha who recommended me to the Holy Port.

I heard that she had been promoted again and had been assigned to a very wealthy and pious parish.

I, on the other hand, was placed in the Holy Land Abbey for the next few days.

This is a very old complex of buildings built in the suburbs and high mountains. It is said that the management of new students who have just entered in the first three years is especially strict above that of Amster School of Magic and Wizardry.

There were thousands of people in the monastery, but there were no more than a hundred students...... It must seem strange to you that there are twice as many teachers as students?

As for the others, they were servants of the monastic priests, most of whom were also papal priests from all over the mainland, but who served happily in the monastery of the Holy Port.

Some of the students have been in the monastery for more than ten years and have not yet graduated, so I hope that I will take less time.

Don't worry about me, in addition to meat, fresh fruit and milk, honey, and bread are all available, and the monastery never treats seminarians harshly in their diet.

Coupled with the fact that the monastery has an attendant for each student, and all the chores are taken care of, I probably only need to study light magic and theology with all my might. I think it has something to do with the fact that there are fewer than 10 new students who entered the Holy Land Harbor Monastery in the whole year of last year.

The youngest of them was only eight years old, while the oldest was forty years old, some from prominent families in the three empires, and some from small countries so remote that they had never heard of place names...... Even I don't understand the criteria by which the Holy See selects seminarians.

The weather in the Holy Land Port was really cold compared to the city of the Erein where we lived.

This coldness is different from the coldness that pierces the marrow, and it seems to exist to wake people up and face all that God of Light has given us more piety. In the first three years, I was probably only able to move around the Holy Port Monastery. I'm sorry to tell you the news, but I had planned to return to Amster to visit once I had settled in.

However, you can't go out, so you don't have to worry about me getting bored. The daily schoolwork is enriching, not to mention that the Holy Land Port Monastery also has the largest and most diverse collection of books on the mainland.

The grandeur of the library is breathtaking, and for someone like me, who doesn't like to be busy, it's easy to spend one day after another with nothing to do.

I also made new friends.

You may wonder how I make new friends, right? One afternoon I was reading alone in the library, and a senior who had been in the monastery for ten years took the initiative to talk to me, and he was a warm but not offending person compared to most of his classmates.

Once we got acquainted, he introduced me to a society in the monastery - like the School of Magic, there were many societies in different fields, some started by the monastery priests, some formed privately by the students - and I joined a society with no unknown name and very few members, but each of its members was distinctive.

The area of community research is also quite strange, and I haven't been allowed to participate in their caucus yet. But here I met another friend, my dear sister, and when I talked to her, sometimes I felt like another self in the person opposite, and sometimes I was ashamed in front of her erudition.

She is a girl who loves to read very much, and she can talk to people in any field, which helped me a lot when I didn't know how to start in the face of the vast sea of books.

I hope that one day I will introduce her to you, and her erudition will surely be recognized by you, and her name is Chrissy Town Turn......

Time slipped away before I knew it, and it was time for me to go to a magic class, so I'll write it for today.

By the way, one more thing to tell you is that I have grown taller since I left you and entered the monastery, and I hope that when we meet you again, you will recognize me at a glance.

Missing Your Sister: Rachel"

After reading the letter, Liu Ci fell into a brief silence.

Soon after the old grandfather and grandson left the valley, the letter was delivered to her.

Rachel, who has not heard from her for half a year, Liu Ci is naturally happy to receive her letter.

Rachel's seal was lifted, and she also broke into the interior of the Holy See, and was even valued by the Holy See...... What's going on in Chrissy? Liu Ci had an intuition that this girl was the same person as the "heretic" she had seen.

A woman's intuition has always been very powerful, and the monk's six senses are even more accurate. So, is Chrissy's constant presence in her life just a coincidence?