“It really is.”
“Why didn’t we sense it before?”
“This is too strange.”
This time, it was the old priestesses’ turn to let out bursts of amazement.
They had been following along the whole way, but they had been completely unable to detect any Magic fluctuations coming from White Feather Dove.
They had never realized this girl was hiding such a trick.
“Her Magic is quite special; it possesses extremely strong concealment properties,” Qingshamu explained.
“What kind of Magic Talent is this? Is it some form of Elemental Magic?”
“I’ve never seen Magic with these characteristics before. The concentration is so high, yet so turbid.”
“Child, hurry and come with us to report to the Magic Department!”
The old priestesses swarmed around White Feather Dove as if they had discovered some kind of treasure.
They then pulled White Feather Dove away from the Small Chapel, heading toward the Magic Department to handle her enrollment and housing today.
“Bye-bye, make sure to listen to your Instructor,” Qingshamu waved her hand in farewell from behind.
“Goodbye, big sister,” Heiqi Long also waved her hand in an imitation of the gesture.
It was clear they felt very at ease with the reliable White Feather Dove, but White Feather Dove was very uneasy about these two unreliable characters.
She looked back at them from time to time until she had left the premises.
Qingshamu took the starving Heiqi Long out to the Knight Canteen to pack some meals, closing the doors and windows.
They generally didn’t eat at the canteen, instead bringing the food back to the Small Chapel to eat.
The Small Chapel had no basement, and having Feini’s coffin placed inside the Room really didn’t provide any sense of security.
Qingshamu and Heiqi Long had to stay by the coffin even while eating. Anyone who didn’t know better would think the two of them had some kind of strange fetish.
There was no helping it; both of them were mother’s girls who couldn’t stay away from the coffin.
If they went too far, they would feel uneasy and unable to do anything properly.
It seemed the Mission to investigate the Holy Sword could only be left to Baicheng.
……
Under the guidance of the old priestesses, White Feather Dove arrived at the Magic Department once again.
This time, a crack slowly opened in the massive, tightly closed stone doors, allowing the old priestesses to lead White Feather Dove inside.
The moment she slipped through the stone doors, White Feather Dove could feel a screen of Magic.
A massive Magic Barrier had been set up here; under normal circumstances, it was indeed impossible to force one’s way in.
Furthermore, strictly speaking, this was a Double Barrier. Much like how the Saint Lisha Academy had double-layered city walls, this place was covered by two barriers.
If it were just a single barrier, it would actually be quite ordinary, but this Double Barrier instantly raised the technical difficulty of the Magic to a whole new level.
This was because White Feather Dove herself possessed this kind of Talent. In a sense, you could completely understand a Magic Barrier as a Magical Barrier.
White Feather Dove’s signature technique was the Shield-on-Shield, which was the dual-layered casting of a Magic fence plus a Magical Barrier.
But this made White Feather Dove even more certain that the so-called Holy Sword was right here. This Double Barrier was the ability of the Holy Sword; it was the cornerstone of the barrier.
For the first time, this sparked a thirst for knowledge regarding Magic within White Feather Dove.
She really wanted to understand the principles behind this Magic Barrier and developed a deep interest in the Holy Sword.
Originally, this girl had no desire for material things, but now she actually felt an interest in a weapon.
Upon entering the Magic Department, the atmosphere here became serious and solemn.
Closed chapels of various sizes were everywhere, making it impossible to glimpse what they were being used for inside. It was very mysterious.
Moreover, these chapels were very old and did not look like they had been built recently.
This meant the Holy Church had likely been secretly researching Magic here for a very long time to avoid the eyes of the Magic families.
Strange figures in black robes frequently appeared on the road.
They would stop and stare at White Feather Dove, scanning her from top to bottom as if trying to see right through her.
These black-robed people were very young, and there were even some children around seven or eight years old.
Magic fluctuations drifted from their bodies; they were likely the young Magicians being secretly trained by the Holy Church.
“Fire, frost, earth, wood…” White Feather Dove kept muttering along the way.
“Child, what are you saying?” An old priestess stopped and asked in total confusion.
“The Magic Talent of these people,” White Feather Dove said.
“You can see their Magic Talent?” the old priestess exclaimed.
“You can’t?” White Feather Dove asked back.
This question left the old priestesses feeling awkward.
Did she take them for Magic-detecting gemstones?
A Magic Talent was considered the primary Secret of a Magician; they wouldn’t just tell anyone, and they would try to hide it as much as possible during cultivation.
“The color of the Magic floating on them, the temperature changes… Elemental Magic is just too easy to distinguish,” White Feather Dove explained nonchalantly.
“You can see the fluctuations of Magic?” the old priestess asked.
“Who would see Magic fluctuations?” White Feather Dove pointed to her head. “Magic fluctuations are meant to be sensed.”
The old priestesses looked at each other and suddenly huddled together to whisper.
Finally, as if they had made some kind of decision, they led White Feather Dove further ahead to a mysterious chapel hidden in a deep corner.
As they opened the door and entered, White Feather Dove felt a wave of Magic rush toward her like a tsunami.
With every step forward, she could feel intense pressure.
She immediately broke into a cold sweat and walked with difficulty.
However, her predicament actually proved that she hadn’t been boasting just now.
This child indeed possessed some kind of extraordinary Magic sensing.
Otherwise, where would the pressure come from?
It was precisely because her sensing ability was too strong that she felt the pressure.
White Feather Dove walked into the doors of the mysterious chapel step by step.
She was very resilient, just being stubborn, refusing to retreat, and asking no questions.
The old priestesses even saw the floor tiles sinking.
Once White Feather Dove was inside, all the pressure vanished.
The interior of the mysterious chapel was very dim.
There was only a glowing white statue of a goddess and a middle-aged nun who was currently praying.
She seemed to blend into the darkness, though not to the point where she was completely invisible.
She wore pitch-black nun robes, and her entire body emitted a decaying aura, as if she had been praying there for decades.
This was the strongest member of the Human Race White Feather Dove had ever seen.
The pressure she gave off was even more intense than those Dragon Girls at the God and Demon Academy.
“Sacred Maiden, I have a child with extraordinary talent here. Would you please take a look?” The old priestess did not approach but called out from a distance.
White Feather Dove surprisingly didn’t say anything. Usually, she would have offered a sharp comment, but now she stood there obediently, not daring to move.
Since they had infiltrated the Human Race, everything had been smooth sailing.
Most of the people they encountered on the road were weaklings who posed no threat.
This was likely the first major hurdle she had to face.
Furthermore, since the Evil Father and Little Black weren’t by her side, she had to find a way to get through this hurdle herself.
……
“Delicious, delicious.” The Black Dragon was eating peacefully at home.
“Eat more if it’s delicious.” Qingshamu gave the Black Dragon a chicken leg, completely unaware that her daughter was currently facing a trial.