“White Feather Dove, this is her ladyship, the Sacred Maiden of our Holy Church,” the old priest introduced her to White Feather Dove.
“What is a Sacred Maiden?” Even if you introduce her to me, White Feather Dove, I still won’t understand.
Who knows what a Sacred Maiden even does?
“She is the most devout person in our Holy Church,” the old priest explained.
“Didn’t we agree on school registration? Why did you bring me here?”
No matter how sincere you say she is, I, Baicheng, can’t understand it at all.
I could only remain silent; I just don’t get along with these Saintly Officials.
“There needs to be an assessment before enrollment,” the old priest said.
“This atmosphere doesn’t look like a simple assessment,” White Feather Dove remarked.
The Dark Saintess finally stood up slowly and turned to look at White Feather Dove.
Although she was an older woman, she was still quite beautiful. She must have been a great beauty when she was young.
“Who arranged for her to come?” the Dark Saintess spoke. Her voice was raspy, and her mouth didn’t even move; she produced the sound entirely through Magic.
“She was sent by the former Hero Shami. You could say she is the successor of the former Hero. She is very trustworthy,” the old priest said.
“The former Hero’s Talent was Moonlight Magic. Isn’t this child the New Hero from the Prophecy?” the Dark Saintess asked.
“Uh, no. The New Hero is another apprentice of the former Hero. That one has no Magic fluctuations at all, but her physical body has been trained to a divine level. I heard she can withstand a strike from a Holy Knight’s Sword,” the old priest explained.
“That is uncommon,” the Dark Saintess said. “There are already several Sacred Maiden candidates. Do we need to add more?”
“Whether she can become the successor depends on your opinion, Sacred Maiden,” the old priest said.
“The rest of you, get out,” the Dark Saintess ordered.
“Sacred Maiden, according to the rules, a Trial cannot be held in private. We need to witness it from the side.”
The old priests bowed slightly but refused to leave. Instead, they just closed the door.
This was a Trial of the Saintess; how could they leave? Even if they were beaten to death, they had to watch the show.
It wasn’t just the old Hero who had undergone Hero Retirement; actually, the old Sacred Maiden was also preparing to retire.
However, unlike the Hero who could be selected through a Prophecy, a Sacred Maiden had to be determined by strength.
The so-called Sacred Maiden was the Magician with the strongest Talent in the Holy Church. Why add the word ‘Talent’? Why not just the strongest Magician and be done with it?
One could only say that the Dark Saintess was currently the strongest Magician of the Holy Church, but the new Sacred Maiden chosen later could only be the most promising and talented young Magician.
Naturally, there wasn’t just one talented and promising young Magician. The first one to emerge from the struggle would inherit the position of Sacred Maiden.
The foolish White Feather Dove didn’t even know she had been mysteriously dragged into the highest power struggle of the Holy Church.
Now she knew that Saint Lisha Academy was built around the Magic Department, and the Sacred Maiden candidates were meant to select the strongest Magic genius in the Holy Church.
The authority of a Sacred Maiden was extremely high, with a status comparable to a Cardinal.
Basically, she was below one person but above ten thousand.
Moreover, they possessed raw power, unlike those civil officials who relied on their mouths.
“Prepare yourself, child.” Although the Dark Saintess felt helpless, she could only begin.
“Prepare for what?” White Feather Dove asked.
“The Trial of the Saintess begins,” the Dark Saintess said to herself, not answering White Feather Dove’s question.
Immediately, thick black mist erupted from her body, enveloping her and the goddess statue. Her figure vanished instantly.
“!?” White Feather Dove frowned, secretly circulating her Magic. She hadn’t expected there to be such Magic?
Clearly, the Dark Saintess’s Magic was not conventional Elemental Magic but a variant Magic Talent.
But to be honest, this kind of non-violent Elemental Magic attack only had one method, and she happened to be very familiar with this type of technique.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Something suddenly exploded within the black mist. Several Black Stone spikes shot toward White Feather Dove.
White Feather Dove unsheathed her Rune Sword.
A faint Magic covered the blade as she slashed horizontally and vertically, easily shattering all the black spikes.
The old priests looked on with confusion. They thought she would definitely deploy a Magical Barrier to block them.
Who would have thought she would draw a Sword and use Magic Imbuement to parry? It was truly bizarre.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
But more and more dark spikes flew out of the black mist, as dense as falling rain. It was terrifying; the Magic intensity of the thousand cuts began to heat up.
White Feather Dove still didn’t activate her Magical Barrier. She continued to swing her Sword to parry, proving herself to be headstrong.
This continued for several minutes. She just blocked them head-on, swinging her Sword in a continuous whirlwind slash.
She actually managed to block all the incoming pitch-black spikes.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Soon, the unnamed Sacred Maiden’s Magic attack leveled up again, and some Black Stone bricks began to fly over.
White Feather Dove was still swinging her Sword to block, so the Sacred Maiden’s Magic attacks strengthened again and again.
She looked at ease, but in reality, Baicheng couldn’t find an opportunity to counterattack.
At this moment, she finally realized what a true Magic duel was like.
To be honest, the Magic Beasts she had encountered before weren’t formal Magicians.
They didn’t have the realization of regarding Magic as their very lives. To them, Magic was just a tool to get food.
But Human Race Magicians were different. Magic was their everything. They dedicated their whole lives to Magic with full devotion.
And a Magician’s techniques had defensive performance far superior to their offensive performance.
In particular, the Magical Barrier provided specialized defense against Magic, causing duels between Magicians to turn into wars of attrition.
If two Magicians wanted to decide Victory or Defeat, they could only do so by completely exhausting the other’s Magic.
By using offensive Magic to attack the opponent’s Magical Barrier, they forced the enemy to use Magic to repair it, consuming and consuming constantly.
“[Magical Barrier].”
She couldn’t hold it anymore. White Feather Dove deployed her Magical Barrier.
A faint blue Magic eggshell shield protected her, blocking hundreds of Black Stone bricks at once.
The old priests finally saw the characteristics of White Feather Dove’s Magic clearly, and their eyes widened.
They discovered that this child’s Magic Talent was exactly the same as the former Hero Shani’s—it was Moonlight Magic.
In fact, it was a type of offensive Healing Light, often jokingly called the Light Element.
However, Baicheng’s Moonlight Magic was quite special; the color was so dim. If one had to say, it was a double-mutated Healing Light.
They wondered what the characteristics of this gray light were.
After all, to be honest, the Light Element had no advantage over other natural elements.
It was like giving a priest the qualification to activate a Magical Barrier.
But the attack power of the Light Element was not strong. It couldn’t compare to the destructive power of Fire Magic and thunder Magic.
At the same time, it didn’t have the protective power of ice and earth Magic. It was very mediocre.
“Bang bang bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!”
The Dark Saintess increased her intensity again. Her offensive technique evolved further.
She stopped using bricks and used giant floor tiles instead, smashing them one by one against White Feather Dove.
White Feather Dove still had to swing her Sword to cut the floor tiles, then rely on her Dark Moon Shield to protect against the Black Stone fragments.
“…” The Dark Saintess, hidden in the darkness, was also quite surprised.
Her dark Magic spike array had been fully activated, yet this little girl could still block it.
Being able to withstand it to this extent meant she was fully qualified to be a Sacred Maiden candidate.
But this girl gave her a strange feeling. She didn’t have that sense of weight regarding Magic; she didn’t possess a heart of reverence for Magic.
It might be because she was born with extraordinary Talent and hadn’t experienced the life of an ordinary Magician.
Most Magicians awaken their Magic from a young age and are soaked in Magic since childhood, but this child didn’t give off that feeling.
Her swordplay seemed much more powerful than her Magic.
But that was even stranger. If she were a Hero, it would be understandable, because many Heroes do indeed awaken their Magic in their youth.
But since she wasn’t a Hero, she must have awakened her Magic as a child.
The Dark Saintess’s analysis was not wrong. Baicheng had indeed awakened her Magic as a child. But why didn’t she have that sense of weight?
Because she was currently a child who was still a little bit short of being seven years old. Where would that weight come from?
The Dark Saintess decided to test this white-haired girl of unknown origin one more time.
Although this mentality was a bit despicable—insisting on messing with Baicheng during a perfectly good assessment.
She couldn’t help it. The girl’s appearance matched the image of a Hero too perfectly.
Whether it was personality, appearance, or ability, she was more of a Hero than a Hero itself. Yet, she was not a Hero.
Once someone like Baicheng was not a Hero, she could only be a Big Antagonist. She had to be strictly supervised.
[Dark Secret Art – Crow Compression.]
The Dark Saintess chanted a mysterious incantation, activating a high-level technique.
In the next instant, all the black mist gathered around Baicheng, instantly turning into a compressed black sphere.
White Feather Dove felt a massive pressure constantly squeezing her.
As expected of a top-tier Human Race Magician, she was able to target the ability of the An Yue Mo Dun immediately.
She didn’t rely on Magic strikes or physical strikes because neither of those would work well against the An Yue Mo Dun.
In that case, she would simply squeeze the enemy to death inside the Magical Barrier!
The Dark Saintess poured frantic Magic into the black sphere, constantly shrinking and shrinking it.
White Feather Dove was trapped inside, her life or death unknown.
“Sacred Maiden, there’s no need to go this far, is there?” The nearby old priest couldn’t bear to watch and spoke up to advise her.
This was exactly why they had to be present as witnesses; they were afraid the Sacred Maiden might accidentally kill the Apprentice with one slip of the hand.
The Dark Saintess could sense that the child had not been harmed; she was still holding out inside.
That damn Magic Shield was far, far sturdier than she had imagined.
Compression Magic was indeed a good method to use against White Feather Dove, but it wasn’t an instant cure.
The toughness of the Dark Moon Shield also had a certain resistance to squeezing.
“Sacred Maiden, there’s no need to use lethal force.”
“Sacred Maiden, using a Secret Technique against a child is a bit much.”
“Sacred Maiden, please stop.”
The old priests kept chattering beside her. They were truly wordy and ultimately annoying.
Left with no choice, the Dark Saintess had to release the Crow Compression Secret Technique.
Look, White Feather Dove was indeed unharmed. She had only felt a little bit of pressure.
She was also confused as to why the technique had been released right in the middle of the fight.
“You passed,” the Dark Saintess said.
“I could have held out until tomorrow,” White Feather Dove said, still feeling a bit unsatisfied.
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