Chapter 50: I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense!

The moment Sylvia stepped directly beneath the first ray of light, an abrupt anomaly occurred!

The divine essence within her suddenly surged to life.

That instinctual craving for advanced Holy Power ignited instantly.

Unconsciously, she began to frantically absorb the energy from the sacred relic hovering above.

The glow of the “First Ray of Light” started flickering violently.

Bright, then dim.

What had once been a stable radiance wavered unpredictably.

The orb of light floating in midair trembled slightly.

Its internal energy was visibly draining away.

Sylvia only felt a warm sensation spreading through her stomach.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

She looked up, bewildered.

Her blood-red eyes filled with confusion.

“Could this piece of junk have a quality problem?”

Sylvia thought bitterly.

“This flickering is making my eyes go crazy…”

Uther VII stood frozen.

He had envisioned countless manifestations of Divine Miracles.

The awakening of the Saint Body, a brilliant radiance.

The descent of gods, angels singing…

But never had he imagined a sacred relic on the verge of extinction like this!

“How is this possible…”

The Pope’s voice trembled.

His fingers gripping the scepter had turned white.

That was the legendary first ray of light left behind when the gods fell!

It contained the purest Light Law!

How could it appear so fragile in the presence of the Saint Body?

At that moment, something even more terrifying happened.

On the side of the Cathedral stood a ten-meter-high statue—the Statue of the First Grandmaster of the Holy Order, symbolizing “Loyalty and Guardianship.”

A thin crack suddenly appeared on its surface.

Crack.

The sound was faint, but in the silent Cathedral, it was deafeningly clear.

All eyes were drawn to it.

The crack rapidly spread, snaking from the statue’s chest up to its neck.

Crack crack crack… crack crack crack…

More and more cracks formed.

Denser and denser.

The entire statue began to tremble.

“No good!”

Uther VII shouted in alarm.

But it was already too late.

Boom!

A thunderous crash echoed through the Cathedral.

The ten-meter statue fractured.

Its upper half smashed heavily onto the marble floor.

Shattered into pieces.

Countless stone fragments scattered everywhere.

Sylvia jumped at the sudden explosion.

Reflexively, she stepped back.

Her silver hair fluttered in the air.

“What’s happening?!”

Her voice was tinged with obvious panic.

“I didn’t do anything!”

Sylvia screamed in her mind.

“I was just standing here daydreaming!”

“Why did the statue just fall on its own?”

“What kind of lousy quality is this? Shoddy workmanship?”

“Am I going to have to pay for this…?”

Avira immediately stepped in front of Sylvia.

Dangerous killing intent flared in her crimson eyes.

Her hand was already on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw at any moment.

“Who dares harm my sister!”

Ophelia’s expression remained calm.

But a trace of suspicion and gravity flashed in her blood-red eyes.

Her gaze shifted between her daughter and the broken statue.

Uther VII looked at the chaotic scene before him.

His mind went blank.

A millennia-old Holy Image.

Destroyed just like that?

But soon, his fevered mind began spinning wildly again.

“I understand now!”

The Pope suddenly became excited.

A fiery light rekindled in his eyes.

“The Holy Image collapsed because it couldn’t bear the immense suffering borne by the Saint Body!”

“It is weeping for the Saint Body!”

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

The Saint Body was shackled by dark forces.

How great must the pain within be!

Even a millennia-old Holy Image couldn’t withstand such sorrow.

That was why it destroyed itself!

“What profound torment!”

“What pure souls!”

Uther VII’s voice trembled.

Tears even welled in his eyes.

“Oh Saint Body, you have endured too much…”

Listening to these words, Sylvia felt completely awful.

“What suffering? What weeping for me?”

She raged silently.

“I literally just stood here doing nothing!”

“The statue fell on its own, what does that have to do with me?!”

“And I’m in a pretty good mood right now.”

“My stomach feels warm, not a bit of pain!”

“This old man’s imagination is truly unparalleled…”

“Um…”

She tried to explain, but Uther VII was already lost in his own fantasy, unable to pull himself free.

Avira leaned close to Sylvia’s ear excitedly.

Her eyes shining with fanatic zeal.

“Sis, you did amazing!”

She lowered her voice, clearly thrilled.

“I knew you hated being stared at!”

“Next time, we’ll tear off the roof of this broken church too!”

“I didn’t! I didn’t! Don’t talk nonsense!”

Sylvia hurriedly waved her hands, silver hair flying.

She just wanted to find a hole and crawl into it.

Why did everyone think it was her?

She clearly did nothing!

Then, the “First Ray of Light” above finally stabilized.

Although the glow was dimmer than before, it hadn’t extinguished.

Sylvia’s divine essence was satiated and temporarily ceased absorbing energy.

But Uther VII immediately noticed this change again.

“The holy light dims because the Saint Body’s pain has infected the Divine Miracle!”

His explanation grew more ridiculous.

“Even the First Ray of Light mourns the Saint Body’s plight!”

“Please, can you all think like normal people?”

Sylvia wailed inwardly.

“I just want to be a lazy fish!”

“Your Holiness.”

Ophelia spoke calmly.

“Since the tour is over, we should leave.”

She had seen enough of these human foolish performances.

Staying here any longer would only trouble Sylvia more.

“Of course, of course!”

Uther VII nodded quickly.

He dared not defy the Blood Queen’s wishes.

“Your Highness must be tired. Please rest well.”

The group began to leave.

Sylvia walked especially fast, eager to escape this troublesome place.

Behind her came the Pope and knights’ whispered murmurs.

“The Holy Image’s collapse, the holy light’s dimming…”

“This must be a sign of a Divine Miracle…”

“The Prophecy of the Saint Body’s Return is near.”

Hearing these words, Sylvia felt utterly helpless.

“I just want to quietly be a lazy princess…”

She wailed silently.

“Why does visiting a church have to cause such a fuss?”

“Can these people’s imaginations not be so wild…”

Exiting the Cathedral doors, sunlight bathed her face.

Sylvia finally exhaled in relief.

“Sis, you were amazing just now.”

Avira’s eyes were full of admiration.

“You shattered their Holy Image without a sound.”

“Your method was even cleaner than my violent demolitions.”

“I really did nothing…”

Sylvia explained weakly.

“The statue fell on its own…”

“I didn’t mean to.”

But obviously, no one believed her.

Ophelia looked at her daughter’s wronged expression.

A flicker of tenderness crossed her eyes.

“Don’t mind those fools.”

She reached out and gently stroked Sylvia’s silver hair.

“Let’s go back and rest.”

Sylvia nodded, only wanting to return to her room and lie down.