Chapter 3

"The Great Saintess does not even try to interact with the people; she only prays within the temple. To begin with, she rarely visits the temple, and we have never seen her use holy magic. I shouldn't say this, but the temple's operations are somehow managed by our efforts... The people feel more affection for Lady Mirabel, who is close to them, rather than the Great Saintess, whom they have never seen. We, the Saintesses, sincerely congratulate Lady Mirabel on her engagement!!"

The representative of the Saintesses winked at Lady Mirabel with a broad smile. Lady Mirabel, her eyes moist with tears, trembled with emotion. Such a beautiful friendship... right?

"Mirah, though she lacks the power of a Saintess, often visited the temple to do what she could. Your sin is not only your laziness in failing to fulfill your duties, but also your jealousy and attempts to belittle the kind Mirah, who is beloved by all!!"

The Saintesses standing by the wall nodded in unison. Wait, this is a graduation party, right? Why are the Saintesses here? Ah, as witnesses to the condemnation.

"I understand. The power of a Saintess and laziness, correct. Yes, let's check the answers. Your Highness, it's on page 6."

... The Crown Prince silently flipped through the booklet.

Does the daughter of the Duke of Willemus understand her current situation?

The guard standing behind her, despite his beautiful features, exuded an overwhelming presence just by standing there.

"This is...," murmured Lord Leonce, the son of the Chancellor, who had been peering over with him. Lord Daniel, the son of the Margrave and the stepbrother of the daughter of the Duke of Willemus, also rushed over to take a look. The Crown Prince and his companions were frozen in place.

"Is this... the truth? No, it's a lie! It must be."

"Then I will provide additional information. First, my power as the Great Saintess is genuine. Alan!"

"Understood!" The guard called Alan took out a knife from somewhere and, without hesitation, deeply cut his arm.

Screams echoed, and several young ladies fainted. The guards were in a panic, and the scene descended into chaos.

"Silence!"

The daughter of the Duke of Willemus's stern voice rang out. As she raised her beautiful hand, a brilliant light was emitted, and the wound healed rapidly.

"As you can see, even missing limbs can be reconstructed over time." The young lady smiled as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The guard, standing behind her as if nothing had happened, seemed terrifyingly calm, standing on the blood-soaked floor.

"Then, what about the enhancement of the Saintesses' abilities mentioned in the booklet?"

"Indeed, even with my vast holy power, there were times when I couldn't treat everyone who visited daily on my own. Some patients require immediate attention. In such cases, it's more convenient to have many Saintesses with sufficient healing power rather than one powerful Great Saintess. So, I prayed to the gods and, as a prank against the Saintesses who spoke ill of me daily, I enhanced their abilities. I turned their grain-of-sand-like powers into gems. It was quite a challenge for me, too."

"Lies!"

One of the pale-faced Saintesses shouted.

"Grain of sand. They lack the power to heal or purify, so they shouldn't have been doing such work in the first place. I'm sorry for burdening them with unnecessary tasks. Ah, but don't worry. I've stopped the pranks. From now on, they will have less work, no, they won't be able to do it at all."

The Saintesses, kneeling and trembling, whispered, "Lies, lies," and desperately tried to emit holy light from their hands, a pitiful sight. No one could say a word; they could only watch in silence.

"By the way, I can also purify."