Holy Spirit Sage

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As we all know, Napoleon-Adolf the Holy Spirit Sage was a figure from the ancient legendary era, a time when the ancient gods had not yet departed from the mortal world, and dragons and demons still roamed the heart of Makar. In those times, many talented individuals emerged. The writings left behind by Master Adolf also show that he was proficient in both divine and arcane magic, a true master of both. Several of the Holy Spirit Sage's unique skills seem to be products of a fusion of the strengths of both arcane and divine magic. "However, divine and arcane magic are incompatible; this is a fundamental rule of magic and divine magic. The same applies to you clergy. Because the method of fusing divine and arcane magic has not been preserved, this heroic profession has completely disappeared," Eileen calmly added.

"Theoretically, that's how it is. Considering Master Adolf's own immense power, and the Holy Spirit Sages from even earlier, before the legendary era, were practically mythical, their power even comparable to that of Seraphim." "Wouldn't the reverse be the same? Because people's understanding of magic and divine arts is incomplete, mages only understand spells, and clergy only know divine arts. No one has emerged who is proficient in both, so the Holy Spirit Mage cannot find someone qualified to inherit the tradition, and thus cannot continue." Moore cautiously stated his deduction.

"However, the principles of divine arts and the operating principles of magic are different. If the key points of interference and conflict between divine and arcane arts cannot be resolved, it's meaningless." Eileen initially thought it made sense, but after a moment's thought, she cautiously offered a rebuttal.

Moore wasn't annoyed; he simply sighed and said, "That's right, you know this, and I know it too.

Everyone in the Magic Guild and the Church knows it as well. However, the existence of Napoleon Adolf is undeniable, and he did indeed master both divine and arcane arts. We must acknowledge this." An awkward silence fell over the room once more. After a long while, a voice broke the silence that filled the air.

"It is said that Mr. Moore, your predecessor once explored the path of the Holy Spirit Mage!" “Eileen asked with certainty.

Moore didn't answer immediately, but looked deeply at the mage before saying after a long pause, “Well, countless wise and powerful ancestors have tried to revive the heroic profession, and my predecessor, Bishop Kom Phil, was one of them. Unfortunately, he ultimately went astray and fell into depravity. It's a secret…” Suddenly, Moore laughed and continued, “But for the omnipotent Bruler family within the Empire, this is no secret. In short, the path of the heroic profession is fraught with peril, far beyond the reach of a mortal like myself. I only need to serve the Almighty Lord well; pointless contemplation will only lead to wavering.” Eileen nodded, remaining silent. She had heard of Kom Phil before; he was said to have been a devout believer who ultimately fell from grace while pursuing the path of the Holy Spirit Mage. Seeing no hope of success, he heeded the whispers of a demon, releasing an ancient demon sealed within the church in exchange for the method to become a Holy Spirit Sage. Undoubtedly, he failed. The demon, having made a worthless promise, cruelly betrayed him, taking his heart with it as it left Alexandria.

This served as a cautionary tale, once again reminding all mages of one thing: demons are untrustworthy.

"However, I've also read Kom Phil's account. His attempt to gain magical knowledge through demons is clearly unacceptable. But you don't have that concern, because you are already a powerful mage. What you need is a method, a method to deeply understand the essence of divine magic." Moore's words pulled Eileen back to reality.

Like a traveler in the darkness seeing a distant light, Eileen, already exhausted from endless lectures, immediately asked impatiently, "Do you have a method?" The old bishop shook his head and said, "There's no method, but there is a hypothesis." As he spoke, Moore stood up. His aged body, still vigorous and strong under the nourishment of holy power, remained robust even in his old age. After checking that no one else was in the library, the old man silently made a gesture. Instantly, the sunstones embedded in the walls began to shimmer, one after another, forming a complex and exquisite pattern.

Although she didn't understand divine magic, Eileen could roughly guess through her magical perception that the sounds inside had been sealed. Knowing that what was about to happen was very important, she quickly straightened her posture, sitting upright to await Moore's words.

"Holy power comes from God, and God bestows holy power upon those who pass through. Only the devout can receive divine protection.

God is unfathomable, and one cannot test the Lord." "But Moore didn't immediately reveal the key point. Instead, he quoted a passage from a classic text.

It was another of those clergy clichés, and Eileen frowned slightly, somewhat displeased. While it was indeed the Church's explanation of holy power, and the source of clergy power, it clashed sharply with the mage's belief in themselves, exploring and utilizing their own power to create mystical arts.

Of course, this didn't escape the archbishop's notice. The tall, thin old man smiled knowingly: 'I know you mages need to use your power to manipulate the elements of heaven and earth, communicating with reality and illusion. Therefore, you look down on us clergy, considering us slaves to the gods. I heard this from a mage in the army back when I was in the military.' Moore continued, 'I'm good friends with many mages. I have no intention of commenting on their beliefs, but frankly, such a contemptuous attitude towards the gods completely contradicts the doctrines of the Light Church. Therefore, it's quite normal that mages with such an attitude cannot acquire divine magic.'" “So, you mean I’m giving up?”

Eileen looked at the old man and spoke softly in a voice both of them could hear. This question wasn’t just for him, but also for herself. However, the female mage knew deep down that she would never give up until the very last moment.

Only by understanding the Holy Spirit Mage more deeply could she realize how great Master Adolf had been.

Having learned the secrets of the world, like the first humans who had tasted the fruit of wisdom, they would never choose to turn back.

“No, that’s not what I meant. In fact, I was just echoing what others had said. Bishop Colm Phil also pondered in his notes what a mage should do if they wished to become a Holy Spirit Sage.

” Moore waved his hand generously, indicating that he didn’t mean it that way, and then posed a question to create suspense.

Of course, Moore quickly continued his explanation: “The faith of the gods and believers is closely related. As you can see, all places where people believe in the Holy Light have churches standing tall, protecting the local residents and accepting their faith.” "The divine cannot be tempted, for tempting it is blasphemy." Kom Phil believes one can begin with faith, sensing the believer's mental power to better approach and understand the divine. "This method?" Eileen rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought. Indeed, the relationship between the divine and the believer's faith is very close, but ordinary people can only see the magnificent churches on the land controlled by the Church of Holy Light, without delving into the meaning contained within.

In fact, even the legendary, supposedly omniscient magicians only have a superficial understanding.

"In fact, sensing the believer's mental power to approach and understand the divine is an indispensable part of the cardinals' advancement rituals. After all, only those who truly understand God are worthy to serve at His side. Of course, the ritual arrays set up in our churches are far less grand and complex than those of true cardinals," Moore added.

"So, what should I do?" "?" Eileen asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice, her joy indescribable. She hadn't expected that her long-standing question might be solved, making her deeply feel that coming to Alexandria was indeed the right choice.

"No, strictly speaking, you don't have anything special to do. There's a small holy circle in the sanctuary of the church that can gather the spiritual power of believers. You just need to enter it, and I will collect and infuse the faith power of the praying believers into it," Moore replied.

"Okay, when can we begin?" Eileen pressed.

The old man glanced at the clock on the wall; the hour hand was pointing towards the number 4.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Actually, we can do it now. There are simple methods and complex procedures, but ultimately, the principle is the same." "Okay." Eileen felt a long-lost sense of tension and quickly took a deep breath to calm her racing emotions.

The area controlled by the church was located in the very center of Alexandria. Like other places, the church was the tallest and most magnificent building in the city. This city had been a famous port city since ancient times. Thanks to its excellent geographical location and harbor environment, it had been a human settlement for thousands of years. Countless people attracted more capital and profit-seeking eyes, ultimately creating such a great port city.

The church area was separated from the secular commercial area and the cold imperial government area. The church area was contiguous, self-contained, like a small inner city. The journey from the library to the church didn't take long. Most divine spells in this ancient parish were inscribed by holy priests throughout the church's various buildings, so preparation didn't require much time. Soon, Eileen was led to the sanctuary within the church, where the female mage stood in the Holy Cross array. Moore went inside to change from his casual clothes into a magnificent priestly robe. Golden holy statues formed a circle around Eileen in the sanctuary.

The sanctuary, said to be the abode of angels, is also the place in the church where one can directly communicate with the divine. Clerics believe it is the most sacred place, so the core of the holy array is often arranged here.

Following Bishop Moore's advice, Eileen stood in the sanctuary, anxious yet expectant, preparing to deepen her understanding of the divine through her faith, hoping to gain a crucial clue to breaking through to the Holy Spirit Sage realm. However, she also worried about losing her perception of magic; this conflicting feeling made Eileen waver.

"Can we begin?" Bishop Moore asked one last time before preparations began.

"No problem." Clenching her fist to calm her agitated emotions, the female mage gritted her teeth and said.

The old man began to sing, the sacred melody swirling in the small room like an angel flapping its pure white wings. Moore's aged fingers gripped the sacred crystal at the nexus. Pure holy power flowed continuously from the nexus of the holy array, and then, along the holy light circuit, one by one, the holy sunstones absorbed the holy power, shining brightly, re-introducing the divine spells already inscribed within them. Like a pair of giant hands, it grasped the power of faith praying throughout the city and placed it all in the center of the holy abode.

"Ugh~" Unlike the clergy holding the symbol of the Holy Light Church, solemnly singing hymns, countless sounds surged into the mage's mind across the gaps in space, leaving Eileen feeling utterly confused.

The people awaited the gods, and the gods accepted faith and responded to the people's expectations.

"Dad has been sick for months, lying in bed every day. I hope he gets better..." "Old Ryan has been at sea for months. I hope something happened to him. If he's gone, my investment is gone. I hope the High God will protect me..." "My husband has been conscripted by the nation to fight against the Iron Cavalry Empire. May the High God protect him and bring him back safely..." "Bless me so that tomorrow's fishing trip will be a big success. We haven't been able to buy new clothes for a long time." "The High God is with me, give me strength, grant me enlightenment, and let me succeed..." "Amen!!!!!" All the voices finally converged into one sentence, echoing and reverberating in Eileen's mind... She didn't know how much time had passed before she came to her senses.

By then, it was completely dark, and the sun had set. Only a few magic lamps remained in the room, quietly emitting a soft glow, the light falling on the female mage's delicate and beautiful face, like the gentle moonlight.

Moore, still wearing his magnificent bishop's robes, stood there patiently waiting for Eileen to awaken.

When he saw the light return to Eileen's previously blank gaze, the old man asked with kind concern, "How are you? Any new insights?" The young mage didn't answer immediately. After frowning and pondering for a while, she sighed, "To be honest, my mind is a mess. I seem to have sensed something, but thinking about it, it seems like nothing at all. Just now, many voices echoed in my mind, somewhat like the mental links in arcane magic, but… there were too many." Then, the noble lady, who rarely showed her emotions, couldn't help but gently pat her head, looking very distressed.

Then, as if she touched something while patting it, Eileen cried out, "Ah!" and pulled out a square metal object connected to a chain beneath her blue mage's robes. Judging from the ancient inscriptions on it, it seemed to be a very old magical amulet. The amulet was now charred black, clearly no longer functional. Judging from the unusual look of surprise and annoyance on the monk's face, it seems to be something valuable.

Bishop Moore smiled kindly and reassured her, "First attempts are bound to fail; as long as everyone is safe, that's all that matters." He then stroked his not-so-long white beard and said thoughtfully, "Regarding the situation that occurred during the previous ceremony, I have a guess, a conjecture about the incompatibility between arcane and divine magic. For clergy immersed in holy light, representing divine inspiration and receiving the faith of believers is a very honorable thing. We would thank the Supreme Lord with joy and accept the power of the believers' thoughts without reservation. But your approach seems quite different from that of the clergy. Mages seem to prefer using their power to command spirits and manipulate elements to achieve their own goals. Our approach is to accept and submit, while yours is to control and dominate. Judging from your expression and the fluctuations of your magic just now, you were also trying your best to resist the prayers of the believers throughout the city to the gods with your personal will. So the originally harmless power of faith was constantly canceling each other out in your will." Eileen did not refute Moore's words. He simply nodded, looking as if he had gained some insight.

"This is a clash of ideologies; the conflict between mages and clergy stems from their completely different understandings of power. Most mages are also highly knowledgeable elites, and perhaps my direct quotation from the Holy Scriptures would bore those who study arcane magic. So let me explain with a saying attributed to a mysterious monk from the ancient East: 'When the cup is full, can you pour in more water?'" The old man cleverly employed a metaphor.

Eileen paused, taken aback. While most mages were indeed knowledgeable, not everyone was an expert on Eastern imports. Fortunately, the young genius mage was quick-witted and soon understood Moore's meaning, exclaiming,

"You mean...?" "It cannot be spoken of, it cannot be spoken of, to speak of it would be to fall short. How do they talk about this? It seems Eastern monks like to call it Zen. They are all very interesting people, aren't they?"

Moore suddenly interrupted Eileen, revealing a childlike, even slightly mischievous expression, and even mimicking an Eastern monk's less-than-perfect clasped hands gesture, winking at Eileen.

Eileen nodded, half-agreeing and half-neutral. In the path of magic, there are countless paths to the source. Enlightenment is one of them. As a certified mage, Eileen was naturally aware of this. However, when it came to a clue she had been pursuing for so long, one that might be a breakthrough, Eileen couldn't help but probe further: "Bishop Moore, do you mean that I must abandon my prejudices and start learning divine magic from scratch to become a Holy Spirit Sage...?" Faced with the mage's question, Moore scratched his head and said,

"That's not entirely what I meant. After all, knowledge is boundless, while life is finite. Moreover, Master Adolf's life was legendary; countless predecessors have tried to follow in his footsteps but have not known how to recreate his glory. What I really mean is that I hope you can let go of your existing prejudices and truly understand the essence of divine magic. As for the divine magic itself, relatively speaking, it's not so important." The bishop's words were truly profound, every word carrying deep meaning, and the mage couldn't help but ponder them deeply.

Bishop Moore pressed his advantage, continuing, "As the world knows, divine magic is a gift from God to mortals, originating from the gods themselves. Mortals obey the gods with piety, are justified by faith, and receive support from God. Because you arcane mages believe you already know the path to worldly truth and cling to your own ways, it's difficult for you to gain divine approval through devout faith, and it would take far too long for you. I can only think of using the divine connection during the cardinal's initiation ceremony to help you understand this from a human perspective, perhaps allowing you to grasp the essence of divine magic from the bottom up." Seemingly worried that the girl's understanding of divine magic might be insufficient, Moore added, "Divine magic is essentially a contract between God and man. Mortals serve Him wholeheartedly, and He bestows selfless blessings upon them, regardless of wisdom or foolishness, good or bad.

" "Is that so?" Most mages had heard of this legend, of course, but the essence of divine magic was far too simple—unbelievably simple—so they mostly considered it a trick used by clergy to win over believers. Eileen asked, half-believing, half-doubting. Tilting her head slightly in question, she now displayed the demeanor of a young girl, rather than the mysterious, aura of a genius mage she usually exuded.

“Indeed,” the old man replied kindly, “divine magic originates from believers’ faith in the gods. Only believers receive blessings. It seems completely contrary to the mages’ so-called ‘seeking the roots, exploring the origins of the world,’ but who knows if it doesn’t lead to the right truth? Arcane magic certainly has many unique aspects, but isn’t divine magic the same?” His explanation was eloquent and far superior to that of ordinary priests in the countryside, and it didn’t offend anyone.

The old man's erudition and humble demeanor were truly admirable, and Eileen grew increasingly respectful of this wise and humorous elder. She asked, "Then, Archbishop Moore, in what areas do you think I should begin my study of divine magic from scratch?" Being open to advice is a virtue, and even more so, a good learning attitude. It seemed Eileen was prepared to heed Moore's advice, to set aside her prejudice against clergy, and to begin learning the basics of divine magic from the ground up.

Moore was also satisfied with the female mage's reaction, stroking his beard and smiling, "If you really have to start from scratch, there's nothing better than studying the Book of Genesis. However, I imagine the legendary daughter of the Marquis of Makar, with her photographic memory, must have already read the main scriptures of the Church long ago. Your main task now is to review the Bible..." Then, Moore hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I think that in another week it will be the annual grand celebration of Alexandria. At that time, the whole city will hold a grand celebration and prayer ceremony to commemorate the city's resistance against the demonic tide. At that time, I suggest you perform another ceremony of perceiving faith, feeling the devout power of all believers. Perhaps this will deepen your understanding of God. However, I hope that this time you can feel everything with a devout and humble heart, emptying the cup so that new water can fill your heart. Instead of using your spiritual energy in a pointless struggle against the power of faith, letting your precious energy and faith be wasted." The old man then added a metaphor: Experienced hunters, when diving into a river, only follow the current and skillfully utilize it, rather than struggling and wasting their strength fighting the river, thus failing to reach their prey. "I understand, I will do my best,"

Eileen replied firmly, looking at Moore. The Makar Alliance has revered the Church of Holy Light as its state religion for hundreds of years, a truly long history. The relationship between the church and the secular world is deeply intertwined; it's no exaggeration to say that almost all the nobles of the Makar Alliance received their early education from the Church's *Genesis*. As the second daughter of the Bruler family, Eileen naturally read various church texts from a young age. As a mage, she was not lacking in knowledge; what she lacked was simply faith—the devout faith required by God.

Eileen raised her last question: "Bishop, will the gods accept this… I mean…" The usually eloquent and quick-witted female mage stammered, her clumsy performance making her blush with embarrassment. However, Eileen was well aware that clergymen rarely allowed outsiders to casually comment on or discuss the divine; the slightest carelessness could be considered blasphemy. This vigilance was especially pronounced among mages, as throughout history, more than one influential great mage had claimed to usurp the glory of the gods. In the eyes of all devout believers, this was undoubtedly a great blasphemy.

Moore, however, was surprisingly tolerant, lacking the usual clergyman's wariness towards mages discussing the divine.

With a slight nod, he said humbly, “Yes, I know most magicians are arrogant, so I can only have you start with the power of mortal faith, understanding the divine from the bottom up. For cardinals, they have been in contact with the Holy Light for decades, tirelessly striving to spread the glory of the Almighty Lord. For them, experiencing the power of faith from a large number of believers at once is just a routine advancement. But for magicians who have never experienced this before, this act of touching the essence of faith is very helpful in understanding the divine. Besides, God loves the world, and for mortals, the divine always uses gentle and subtle methods to let us feel the Lord's great love.” Eileen remained noncommittal about Moore's statement. Although the wise and humorous old bishop's words were very touching, as he said, the education of magicians was inherently anti-divine, and years of education could not be changed overnight. As for agreeing to the bishop's plan, on the one hand, what the bishop said did sound reasonable and feasible; on the other hand, and more importantly, it was an exploratory attempt by Eileen to find the clues that the Holy Spirit Mage had been searching for. From this perspective, it was less that the old man's persuasive words convinced the young mage, and more that Eileen's own obsession drove her to make this attempt.

Perhaps worried that the female mage might be afraid of the completely unfamiliar ritual, or perhaps due to the church's respect for the Bruler family, or other considerations, Moore reassured Eileen: "Your Excellency, Mage Eileen, to avoid possible interference between divine and arcane magic, I suggest you do not enter the Holy Power Barrier wearing magically enhanced equipment. Of course, to ensure your safety and allow you to better comprehend the power of faith, I will use divine magic to shield myself and assist you online; I will also provide guidance when appropriate. For better results, I also need your permission." Hearing this, Eileen's admiration for the bishop deepened even further. As is well known, there are several major categories of divine magic, and spirit magic is one commonly used by clergy. According to its level, it can be divided into: True Words, Holy Words, and Divine Words. Holy Word - I Am a Shield and Divine Word - Holy Spirit Possession are both renowned protective divine magics used by clergy. From the perspective of mages, Holy Word - I Am a Shield is merely a powerful divine magic, its fame stemming from its inherent spirit of sacrifice. The damage suffered by the protected is directly transferred to the caster, and as long as the caster does not die or interrupt the Holy Word, the protected will not bleed. Holy Spirit Possession, however, is even more extraordinary. It is said that only when a clergy's faith and abilities reach a certain level can they safely guide and separate the power of their soul using divine power, giving the separated soul the sacred attributes of the Holy Spirit in heaven. It is even a powerful auxiliary divine magic that allows even a mortal with no religious background to potentially unleash divine magic. It can possess a devout believer as needed, granting the possessed person the caster's own power and perfectly protecting them. It's a well-rounded spell, both offensive and defensive, but like all similar types of divine magic, it places extremely high demands on the caster.

From any perspective, this unassuming bishop, Moore, is quite remarkable.

After finalizing the next steps, Moore took his leave. He needed to make thorough preparations for the ceremony a week later, as the cardinal's initiation ceremony required the participation of most of the church's clergy and was only able to proceed after extensive prior coordination.

The clergy in Alexandria were far inferior to those in the central papacy in both quantity and quality, especially those who met Moore's requirements.

“A whole week is enough.” The discussion with the female mage had unknowingly progressed to late at night. The church corridors were deserted, the only sound the soft echoes of footsteps.

Bishop Moore thought to himself, a smile spreading across his face, a smile no one could see.

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters…”

Eileen sighed listlessly, continuing to peruse the Bible. Counting her childhood reading, this was the fourth time she had reread Genesis. In other words, she had read this not-so-thick book three times in the past five days.

Of course, for Eileen, renowned for her genius and considered one of the youngest mages in history—whose lives and whereabouts were unknown—she was undoubtedly a standout among the younger generation of the past century. For such a powerful individual, merely reading a not-so-thick book three times in five days would be an insult. So in these five days, it wasn't just this one book, but also… Eileen's gaze shifted to the bookshelf: [The Bible - The Covenant of God], [The Bible - Radiant Enlightenment], [The Bible - Revelation]… Eileen browsed through all the scriptures passed down by the church under the name of "The Bible." Due to the tight schedule, it was impossible to study all the documents in just one week; she could only read through them, barely managing to memorize the general meaning and essence. The ability to read

ten lines at a glance and have a photographic memory was a legend about human memory, something Eileen could barely manage with her current mind. However, to digest obscure and difficult knowledge into something readily usable instinct required much longer to understand and analyze. Some demanding knowledge even required a specific opportunity to comprehend.

It could be said that compared to the bishops of the other dioceses, Moore was extremely generous. Not only did he open up the church's normally secret scriptures, but he also frequently discussed arcane magic with Eileen, attempting to draw parallels and access clues about the Holy Spirit and sages.

However, it seemed that preparations for the ceremony needed to be made in advance, and since many things for the grand celebration preferred to be presided over by the local bishop, Moore hadn't made his usual daily visit.

The female mage, needing to consult a large amount of classified documents, had been holed up in the church library, working tirelessly day and night to review basic church knowledge.

Another day quickly passed, then another, and then the next… Finally, the week-long wait, neither long nor short, came to an end.

Although she hadn't left the church district, Eileen could still sense the festive atmosphere from the bustling sounds outside, the urban noise that reached her ears through the walls, and the sounds of fireworks.

Bishop Moore, who had been out of her sight, reappeared before the girl with deep dark circles under his eyes. Judging from his tired expression and the patches of mud of varying ages on his boots, he seemed to have been on a long trip.

Several other people accompanied Moore; judging from their distinctive church attire and the cross pendants they wore, they were undoubtedly church clergy.

To her shame, although Eileen had traveled between various churches in her quest for clues and the legacy of the Holy Spirit Mage, it was solely for her own purpose. She had only engaged in minimal communication with church personnel and was completely unfamiliar with the inner workings of the churches. Her interaction with Moore was an extraordinary privilege for the proud female mage.

"The holy array for the grand celebration cannot be activated by me alone. These are some highly respected clergy I brought from the diocese; they will be responsible for maintaining the holy power barrier during the event. The ceremony will take place at noon tomorrow. Review the sacred texts one last time, and make sure you get a good rest tonight." Moore looked exhausted; the dust on his hair and beard indirectly indicated his fatigue. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Moore led them away hastily.

Judging from Moore's appearance, the necessary personnel for the ceremony were complete; now, she needed to prepare herself. Eileen thought to herself.

Silently encouraging herself, the girl focused even more intently on the Bible in her hands, her deep gaze sweeping over each word on the parchment, as if trying to etch them all into her heart.

In another direction of the library, a male clergyman accompanying Moore spoke, “How nostalgic. It’s been seven or eight years since I left, and it’s still the same as before.” Judging from the insignia on his clothing, he appeared to be a priest.

“Yes, familiar buildings, familiar roads, but unfortunately, there are few familiar faces in the church anymore. That familiar yet nauseating smell again.” Another voice echoed.

“Hmph…” Just as the third person began to speak, a dignified voice interrupted them, “Gentlemen, if you want to reminisce, I don’t object. But first, finish your work. We don’t have much time, and we don’t have much free time for pointless chatter.” The person whose conversation had been interrupted shrugged, not refuting, and the others also fell silent, but they all began busily working on various objects marked with mysterious symbols, a tacit agreement with the old man’s words.

The midday sun shone brightly on the earth, the sky cloudless. Its dazzling rays pierced the azure sky, illuminating everything below, clean or dirty, revealing everything to the world.

Just like on her first day, the midday sun shone through the glass ceiling above the church, cleverly obscured by the meticulously painted artwork, thus imbuing the sunlight with color. This colored light shone on the snow-white marble floor, perfectly imprinting the exquisite scenes on the glass onto the earthly ground. At this moment, it was as if heaven had descended to earth, and the deeds of ancient warriors had transcended the boundaries of past and future, arriving in the present. An irresistible urge to worship the omnipresent God arose within one's heart.

However, today's protagonist was destined not to be the ancient warriors. To avoid interference between arcane and divine magic, Eileen carefully placed away her magically imbued items and stepped into the room. For some reason, Eileen suddenly shivered, a strange sense of fear welling up within her. Perhaps it was the long-standing habit of not being free from magical protection that made her uneasy, Eileen thought, taking a deep breath to suppress the inexplicable emotions in her heart.

"Are you ready?" Just like last time, Moore asked gently. Today he wore a pure white robe, the spotless garments seeming to reflect the purity and innocence of its wearer under the sunlight.

"Of course." The same answer as the last ceremony. Only this time, the mage's tone was less fearful and more confident and invigorated.

She had every reason to be confident; in the past week, she had thoroughly read all the books recommended by Bishop Moore. She had even reviewed the highlighted sections two or three times. Her restless emotions had been emptied, and her mindset had been completely adjusted according to the bishop's requirements. Add to that the sacred aura emanating from the cross engraved with ancient and mysterious patterns on her chest, and the mage was determined to succeed in this attempt, giving it her all.

Seemingly infected by Eileen's confidence, Moore also showed a hint of approving smile.

Then he waved his hand.

As if a switch had been flipped, soaring chants erupted from all around the room the instant the old man waved his hand.

Even Eileen, who knew little of the church, recognized it as a hymn.

The chants, accompanied by a sacred and timeless melody, quickly filled the sanctuary of the church. It was both singing and chanting. The power of words swirled on the tip of the tongue before gushing forth, colliding with the already established barrier within the room, bouncing back, intertwining, mixing, and trembling with the new chanting.

The sunstone, shining stone, and radiant magic stone, imbued with divine power, shimmered and shone, resonating with the hymns echoing within and the holy power stored within, driving this sacred force to operate. Streams of holy power surged from the magic stones, flowing along the previously inscribed marks.

When the last stream of holy power completed its journey through the holy circle on the wall, catching up with the previous streams and merging into a complete and stable circuit…

“…” Everyone in the church felt a strange tremor. This sound wasn't perceived through the ears, skin, or any other organ of the body, but rather echoed deep within the brain. Everyone present knew something must have happened, but no one knew exactly what.

This tremor quickly quivered and shook, then resonated even more powerfully with the city's prayers, praises, and confessions to the supreme God of Light, finally merging together.

In that instant, it was as if new senses had been opened, an indescribable perception overwhelming them. The female mage felt countless messages flood her mind, a torrent of prayers, praises, cries, and laments filling Eileen's heart.

Undoubtedly, Eileen's soul, forged through systematic mage training and practice, possessed unparalleled resilience, far surpassing that of ordinary believers. The emotional fluctuations of just one or two individuals would have no effect, easily dispelled by her own soul barrier.

However, during the grand celebration, believers from surrounding cities had gathered, and given the special occasion, all members of the Church of Light were expressing their devotion to the God of Light and their expectations of the divine in various ways. Countless scattered thoughts mingled with the boundless power of faith, converging into a torrent that surged forth.

Eileen fell into an indescribable state, seemingly perfectly lucid, every belief that flooded in clear and distinct. By focusing intently and carefully discerning the thoughts of ordinary people, one can understand their prayers, supplications, and confessions. If desired, one can even further invest mental energy to discern the personal information, level of faith, and even current mental state of the supplicant from those simple, crude thoughts. Just focusing on this for a moment, Eileen felt as if she were omniscient and omnipotent, as if she could grasp everything.

At other times, Eileen felt herself falling into a drowsy state; even when doing nothing and thinking nothing, thousands of thoughts would enter her mind, unconsciously influencing her. Countless points of faith, like tiny specks of light, constantly surrounded her, and even if she tried to ignore them, she couldn't help but absorb them.

Eileen felt her mind filled with endless thoughts—simple thoughts of ordinary people, not even worthy of being called the lowest level of ghosts, yet their sheer number gave her, a noble person, such a strange experience. The moment the thought of resistance arose, Eileen felt a surge of resentment in her chest, her inner restlessness burning like a flame.

"Relax, calm down, empty your mind. Only when the cup is empty can new water be made in." A voice resonated in Eileen's heart, like clean water flowing down, extinguishing the anxiety and dispelling all negative emotions. Undoubtedly

, it was the bishop's voice, or rather, Bishop Moore using the divine spell "True Spirit Possession" he had previously cast on Eileen to communicate with her spiritually.

At this moment, Eileen had deeply entered a state of resonance with the power of faith, her soul completely immersed in the power of faith gathered by the holy array. Everything she saw, heard, and felt was the condensed faith of countless believers calling upon their god. Her physical senses—eyes, ears, mouth, and nose—seemed to cease to exist, leaving only her soul adrift alone in this boundless sea.

A cry from the depths of her soul resonated within Eileen, a fierce wind of psychic power whipping wildly across the sea of her mind, causing even the mage's once solid and impenetrable spiritual barrier to crumble. In essence, the psychic power of an ordinary person untrained in mysticism is incredibly weak, but when the combined power of countless children of the gods converges, it's like raindrops merging into a mighty ocean, surging forth with unstoppable force. Faced with such unparalleled power, even the mage hailed as the most talented in the last century could not underestimate it.

Just as Eileen struggled to hold on, witnessing more psychic power piercing through the barrier of her soul, staining it with colors not belonging to her,... Moore's voice echoed in the mage's mind once more: "Do not try to resist; going against the current is a waste of energy. You must unleash your power, merge into the flow, and go downstream. In the interaction with faith, you will perceive the bridge between God and man. Come, relax your mind; all the prayers of the believers will merge into divine power. They are the source of divine power, the beginning and the end. As previously said, with a humble and devout heart, perceive the initial state of divine power..." Although the voice was merely a mental resonance, Eileen still sensed the speaker's optimism and the wisdom accumulated over the years.

Although she hadn't been in Alexandria for very long and hadn't had many interactions with Bishop Moore, the old man's illustrious reputation had already spread throughout the entire Makar Alliance. In her interactions with the old man, Eileen deeply felt the wisdom accumulated over the years within his seemingly frail body.

Eileen instinctively heeded the advice of the voice in her heart, trying to cast aside the mage's prejudice against the gods and calm her mind. She then began meditating using the method Moore had taught her recently, clearing her mind and allowing the faith of the believers to flow freely within her heart, scattering and dispersing across her forbidden zone. She ceased resistance, no longer attempting to eradicate the mortal prayers that entrenched her heart. Instead, she expanded her spiritual power, penetrating the mortal beliefs scattered throughout her heart, seeking enlightenment through resonance, to grasp the common essence of arcane and divine magic.

The condensed torrent of faith easily crossed the undammed boundary, surging into the valley of her heart, completely filling it without leaving a single gap.

In this resonance with the power of faith, Eileen felt as if she were in a bustling marketplace. Her ears were filled with sounds: the voices of the elderly, children, young adults, and middle-aged people in their prime. Some voices were weak and insignificant, others were loud and confident. The voices of men and women mingled and mingled. Upon closer listening, each voice within the psychic powers was distinct, yet collectively they all seemed to point in a deeper, more singular direction, prompting Eileen to grope her way towards it.

Fortunately, after Eileen severed any thoughts of resistance, the torrent of faith calmed, no longer turbulent and terrifying, but quietly and gradually filling Eileen's heart, silently merging into her.

"Blessed are the humble, for they will receive the gifts of God," Moore continued to murmur in Eileen's mind. This calmed the female mage, who had initially felt slightly uneasy about the endless penetration of faith into her soul, allowing her to forget the anxieties and forever cast aside any thoughts of resistance. She simply watched the influx of faith, listened to the voices of the spirits, and followed their footsteps in search of that one and only path.

"God is Lord, He is the way, the truth, the life, the only one," an aged voice echoed in Eileen's ears once more. Eileen knew this was Moore's spirit resonating with her. Amidst the cacophony of sounds, this voice passed through no barrier, clearly audible to Eileen.

For a moment, all sound fell silent.

The next instant, all sound erupted again; in her mental world, devoid of precise reference points, the previous silence seemed like an illusion.

Eileen knew clearly that this was not an illusion. At least, the inexplicable emotion within her was not unfounded. Following the spiritual resonance with Moore, Eileen suddenly felt a strange feeling surging deep within her.

The feeling was familiar: joy, happiness, emotion, excitement… Strong positive emotions surged within the female mage's heart, stirring ripples in her previously calm mind. A feeling of being enveloped in glory gently enveloped her, bringing unimaginable joy. The intensity of this emotion was unprecedented, even causing tears to involuntarily stream down Eileen's cheeks.

Eileen did not reject this feeling, or rather, no one would reject such a positive feeling.

"The lamb will kneel before the glory of God, obediently submitting to the arrangements of God and his servants." This quote from the Bible—"God said"—was originally scorned and disregarded by mages who considered themselves seekers of truth.

But in this special moment, Eileen felt filled and inspired by countless spirits. Tears streamed incessantly from her eyes; the female mage could no longer distinguish what she truly sought to explore. She could only instinctively kneel before the greatest spirit, her humble and submissive gaze conveying her devotion.

The ball of light that the spirit had manifested made no move, but Eileen was overjoyed to know that the great spirit was speaking to her: "Those acknowledged by God are noble; the devout lamb should be honest with one another, treating God's messengers as one would treat God himself." Eileen couldn't find a direct equivalent in her mind, but this was likely because her knowledge was too limited to contain God's holy words. Besides, words received from the Holy Spirit were as if they were God's own, and she should rightfully engrave them in her heart.

She shouldn't have spent so much energy studying arcane magic, leaving no time to heed the teachings of the divine. Eileen thought with some guilt. This was the first time the sorceress had felt such deep regret for her research into arcane magic. This sense of guilt and remorse drove Eileen to make amends for her mistakes, to draw closer to the divine, and to approach that boundless radiance. Fortunately, the messenger of the God of Light was noble and great, and did not get angry at Eileen's ignorance. Instead, he patiently conveyed the divine language to the ignorant mage through spiritual resonance.

What a noble and selfless act! Eileen, like a seedling after a long drought receiving rain, greedily absorbed the Holy Spirit's teachings. Her brain, like a sponge, absorbed the Holy Spirit's words without reservation. For a genius mage like Eileen, simply memorizing and obeying the Holy Spirit's words was not difficult. This made Eileen once again grateful for her genius-like brain. Of course, she should be even more grateful to the omnipotent and great God for bestowing upon her such a genius brain. As for the magical knowledge she had memorized, so be it. Under the radiance of the God, arcane magic was as childish and insignificant as children playing house.

Eileen listened carefully to the Holy Spirit's words, constantly repeating them to deepen her understanding.

"Eternal obedience... God is absolutely right... God's servants act on God's will in the world... Serve God's servants as you would serve God..." "No doubt, the Lord's will is unfathomable..." "Thinking leads to doubt, only steadfast piety..." "Arcane magic and divine spells are miracles blessed by the gods. Mages, tempted by demonic power, have lost their way. They must remove the traces of evil under the guidance of the great servants of the gods..." "……………………

"

Eileen knelt on the ground,

wholeheartedly reciting the Holy Spirit's words, striving to engrave them in her heart and never forget them. Her actions undoubtedly pleased the Holy Spirit greatly, for a tidal wave of joy swept over her with each accurate recitation, wave after wave, without ceasing. The repeated words had barely left her tongue when the next wave engulfed her, bringing divine encouragement and sweeping away the last vestiges of resistance in the mage's heart.

“Eternal obedience…” Eileen’s voice rose higher and higher, for the wise mage discovered that the louder her voice, the blanker her mind became, and the weaker the resistance in her heart that prevented her from experiencing the ultimate feeling. Correspondingly, the feeling of joy grew stronger.

“Serve the servant of God as you would God…” In the end, Eileen was practically shouting, her mind a complete blank, only the teachings of the Holy Spirit taking root and spreading in her heart… “Hoo…” Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was a pure white ceiling, the limestone patterns clearly visible.

“Ugh… my head hurts so much…” Eileen propped herself up to sit, the soft wool blanket falling to the side of the bed as she did so.

Changing to a more comfortable sitting position and taking a deep breath, Eileen gathered her thoughts.

Right, she had asked Bishop Moore to perform a ritual to sense the power of faith for her, hoping to better perceive the divine through this. And then what?

Eileen felt a throbbing pain in her head, as if preventing her from delving any deeper.

"What...what's wrong?" Eileen muttered to herself.

"You fainted during the ritual, little Eileen," a voice suddenly came from the doorway.

The moment the abrupt voice rang out, the sorceress's muscles tensed, her nimble tongue poised to unleash a deadly spell.

After confirming the person's identity, Eileen suddenly felt languid. A feeling of reverence welled up within her, and then Eileen instantly recalled her "memories." Yes, she had fainted during the ritual, thankfully brought back to her room by a kind-hearted clergyman.

Bishop Moore's smile was still as kind as ever, like the warm winter sun, but his next words were less so. "Now that you're awake, let me remove the demonic traces left on you.

" Eileen then noticed that Bishop Moore was holding a book. The darkness at the doorway had caused her to overlook the equally black-covered book, but beneath it, Eileen noticed the old man's disheveled clothes.

Even stranger, seeing such rudeness, she, as a high-ranking noble mage, should have righteously pointed it out. But what was this sudden, surging impulse within her?

Soon, another memory surfaced, dispelling her doubts.

With a soft thud, the mage leaped from the bedside and knelt on the floor. The cold floor offered no carpet or other cover, and the girl, dressed only in her pajamas, quickly felt the autumn chill. The cold caused even the delicate skin of a noblewoman to shiver instinctively, but the body's owner clearly ignored the cold, focusing instead on something more important. Her slender, lovely white limbs lay on the ground, her proud head unusually drooping submissively, her distinctive golden-red hair, a symbol of the Bruler family's lineage, cascading onto the floor.

Such a gesture, signifying complete subjugation, was probably the first time the genius second daughter of the Bruler family had ever made such a move.

And even this gesture, he could only stand and enjoy it with dignity because of the name of God. One day, he would make this genius second daughter truly kneel before him.

A burning desire surged in the old man's heart, but the bishop's appearance remained unchanged despite the evil thoughts within. He still wore that benevolent expression, saying, "Little Eileen, stand up. Let me, in the name of the gods, bless you and give you a holy baptism to wash away your sins." "I was so arrogant before, completely ignoring the miracle bestowed upon me by the God of Light that gave me this power. I hope Your Excellency will baptize me and remove my sins." New memories resurfaced, causing

Eileen, deeply moved by the Holy Spirit, to cry out.

"Ah, is that so?" Moore deliberately feigned difficulty.

Seeing Bishop Moore's troubled expression, the girl approached him somewhat fearfully, her voice tinged with a sob:

"So it's because my sins are so grave that even the Bishop won't baptize me?" "No, no, that's not it." Bishop Moore said in a kind and compassionate tone. After a moment of silence, having piqued the girl's curiosity, he continued, "Ordinary believers only need to be baptized with clean water, but those who harbor the seven deadly sins of pride need to be baptized in a special way to eliminate their rudeness." "Then, please baptize me, Your Excellency, for my arrogance and ignorance, and cleanse me of my sins." Eileen pleaded in a tone as gentle as possible, yet containing an unwavering resolve.

"Alright." With that, Moore opened his arms and untied the belt that bound his waist. Then he released his hands, letting the belt and trousers fall to the ground under gravity.

Unlike the average old man his age who lacked exercise, Moore's legs were bronze, the strong muscles on them highlighting his extraordinary strength. The weapon between his legs was concealed by his underwear, its details hidden, but the slightly protruding outline revealed the vitality of a dragon.

After making this gesture, the old man slowly spoke: “As the saying goes, ‘The lotus rises from the mud unsullied.’ Faced with those who are utterly wicked and utterly shameless, the gods will inflict defeat upon them, crushing their will and teaching them humility.

But for someone like you, who has always been arrogant and disregardful of the gods, we generally use filth to permeate your entire body, using the defilement of your flesh to crush the arrogance of the sinner, thus purifying the purity of your soul. Amen! I hope you do not misunderstand.

” Eileen was a little puzzled when the bishop pulled down his belt, but the look of doubt only lingered on her face for a moment before disappearing. Of course, the holy bishop was God's representative on earth; with his vast knowledge and wisdom, how could his words be wrong? It seems I still know very little.

Eileen nodded, looking up at the bishop with admiration, and said, "So, what should I do now?" Moore pointed to his crotch and said, "Normally, baptism is performed by clergy bringing holy water to cleanse the body and mind of believers. However, for you, to completely cleanse yourself of pride, one of the seven deadly sins, you must yourself draw out the dragon between my legs and absorb the sacred essence to fill your entire body, achieving self-purification." After the old man's patient guidance, seeing Eileen still looking bewildered, he seemed to understand something. "Eileen, are you still a pure virgin?" "Of course," Eileen answered honestly.

This was not surprising, given the relatively conservative atmosphere of the Makar Empire. Most noble girls from strict families would remain virgins until their wedding night. However, after receiving an affirmative answer, Moore stroked his beard with satisfaction and said, "Although you have committed the sin of arrogance, you are fortunate to be a pure virgin. By having a priest sacrifice this pure body, the gods will surely forgive your sins. There is still hope; don't give up!" "Is that so?" Eileen's expression was filled with surprise and anticipation after receiving Moore's affirmative answer.

He responded with his usual kind smile. For a noblewoman of such high caliber, a woman with so many titles was rare even among the nations of the Makar Alliance. Such high-quality material greatly satisfied the bishop's vanity. The bishop, naturally, was not stingy with his patient instruction.

"First, you must take off these underwear. To show your piety, you can only do it with your mouth.

" Originally, this wasn't necessary, but the bishop suddenly wanted to test whether a mage's lips and tongue were truly as skillful as legend had it.

Upon hearing this, Eileen's face flushed. However, urging on her devout belief in cleansing her sins, the girl finally mustered her courage and crawled over, bringing her small, cherry-red lips close to the edge of the bishop's underwear. Her pearly white teeth barely touched the slightest fold of the edge. The two were so close that Moore, whose skin wasn't particularly sensitive, could clearly feel the warm breath from her delicate nose.

It was her first attempt, and her teeth only managed to bite down a tiny bit before getting stuck between her legs. The girl grew impatient, but no matter how many times she tried to bite down on the fold, she failed, only managing to get her saliva all over Moore's linen underwear. The situation reached a stalemate.

This forced the bishop, who was waiting to be baptized, to personally instruct her. He pointed to the narrow spot where the edge of the underwear met the skin and succinctly suggested, "Use your tongue." True to her reputation as a genius, Eileen quickly grasped the bishop's meaning. Straightening her back, she raised her head above the bishop's waist, then tilted it to the side, inserting her nimble tongue—a tongue she habitually used for chanting—into the edge of her underwear and flesh. She then curled her tongue to stretch the edge of the underwear open, followed closely by her teeth, which bit down hard on the stretched-out fabric. Using her body strength, she tilted her head back. After a series of efforts, she finally pulled the pants down completely. Having

completed the first task assigned by the bishop, Eileen knelt upright again, awaiting the next command.

Fortunately, the bishop of the Holy Light Society was not one to hesitate. He pointed again, this time at the erect dragon, and sighed, "This time you must lick it open until it's hard, so that the thick holy essence preserved for God for many years can be released. This is decades of effort, but it's all worth it to save sinners.

" Hearing Bishop Moore's compassionate and selfless words deepened Eileen's respect. Her eyes, brimming with devout tears, blurred, and the Holy Spirit's earlier earnest teachings resurfaced in her mind.

"Always obey God, God is absolutely right... God's servants act on behalf of God's will in the world... Serve God's servants as you would serve God..." "Do not doubt, the Lord's will is unfathomable..." "Thinking leads to doubt, only steadfast devotion..." "Arcane magic and divine arts are miracles blessed by the gods. Magicians, tempted by demonic power, have lost their way. They must remove the traces of evil under the guidance of the great servant of the gods..."

Silently reciting the Holy Spirit's teachings, the girl's devout tears flowed freely, a feeling of shame intensifying her remorse and pain over her past "sins." However, the girl's actions did not falter despite the tears blurring her vision. At the bishop's instruction, her rosy lips took the raging dragon into her mouth, moving it up and down.

To be fair, the girl's oral skills were not particularly good. She merely awkwardly placed the raging dragon in her mouth. The instinctive rejection of the foreign object in his mouth meant that the frequency and amplitude of his stroking movements weren't very high. A rare bright spot was that her delicate tongue still knew to lick his penis, giving the bishop a pleasurable stimulation.

Looking down from above, one could see her golden-red hair swaying gently back and forth, her fair arms supporting her weight along with her kneeling legs. Because of the winter chill, one could clearly see that the skin directly in contact with the ground was trembling slightly.

The pleasure accumulated from the stroking gradually intensified, but the bishop, not in a hurry to ejaculate so easily, quickly took a few deep breaths, using breathing techniques to temporarily suppress the urge to explode. He instructed Eileen, "Come, gently stroke this sacred sac that stores holy essence with your fingers, and don't stop stroking it with your mouth. With a heart full of piety towards the God of Light, push the channels through which you can ejaculate as deep as possible into your throat, allowing them to purify your sins as much as possible." Upon hearing the bishop's words, Eileen reflexively quickened and deepened her movements to express her determination to atone for her sins. Her jade-like fingers, which had been supporting her on the ground, now caressed the bishop's dark scrotum. The chill from the floor caused the bishop's sacred scrotum to involuntarily shrink, seeking warmth within, which only aroused Moore even more. With each thrust of the girl, it reached all the way to his throat. The tightness in his throat and the spontaneous, repeated sucking from his muscles made the bishop feel himself losing control.

However, Moore didn't say it outright. He also wanted to see the mage's reaction after being ejaculated into her mouth. To better observe her expression, Moore said, "Come on, lift your head." Eileen responded and lifted her head. He saw that the tear stain on the girl's cheek hadn't been wiped away yet. Because of her "devout" mindset, her expression hadn't become distorted by the deep oral service; instead, it had become more persistent and calm. But the engorged red dragon still protruding from her lips and the saliva unconsciously flowing from her lips due to stimulation made the scene incredibly lewd.

This was also the first time Moore had gazed at the entire body of this girl shrouded in countless halos with the complete posture of a conqueror. In previous encounters, due to the need to maintain the seriousness of an elder towards a junior, coupled with consideration for the mysterious perception of mages, eye contact had always been limited. Now, he finally didn't have to worry about so much. Not only that, the mage's entire body was no longer covered by her mage robes, revealing large areas of delicate, white skin like curdled goat's milk. The loose front of her nightgown was undone, the top few buttons undone, subtly revealing the alluring outline of her ample breasts. Her light green eyes, cool as a desert spring or like translucent crystal grapes, were clear and bright, their pure gaze speaking of her devotion to God and her complete trust in Moore.

Such a scene, both sacred and lewd, was irresistible to any man. Finally, Moore relaxed his control, letting his mind go blank, and his penis ejaculated a thick, white stream of semen, which flowed down her throat without spilling a drop.

"Cough cough cough... Achoo..." The bishop's rough action caught the unprepared girl off guard. Her body reacted immediately, sneezing uncomfortably, saliva dribbling from her mouth, mixed with the remaining semen, flowing onto the floor. Fortunately, Moore had anticipated this and immediately withdrew the sacred artifact after ejaculating; otherwise, he might have been bitten by the girl's sneezing.

To prevent the precious holy fluid from being wasted on the floor, the venerable baptist immediately commanded:

"Don't spill the holy essence! You know, drinking it directly is much more effective than applying it externally, and it shows your devotion to the divine." Moore's command was immediately effective. Unable to suppress her body's instinctive reaction, the still-coughing girl immediately covered her lips with her hand, trying her best to prevent the bishop's holy essence from flowing out.

This abnormal act of forcibly covering her mouth to prevent her body from naturally releasing its essence immediately made the girl's expression contort in distress, but this only deepened the bishop's pleasure of conquest.

After a short rest, both of them were allowed to recover their strength to continue. The bishop asked with kind concern,

"How are you, little Eileen? How are you feeling?" "I feel cold all over, and my throat was sticky and wet just now. It's very uncomfortable." The girl, of high status and a prodigy since childhood, naturally didn't understand, or rather, didn't need to, flatter anyone, and answered honestly.

Taming such a target was every man's dream.

Moore, unfazed, said solemnly, "This is normal. Physical pain can deepen the soul's understanding of the divine. After swallowing the holy essence and receiving baptism, your sins have been borne by me, the baptist. Of course, to completely eradicate your original sin of pride, I must also lash the depths of your body with the holy staff, removing your evil from within." The girl's eyes trembled, revealing obvious fear of the impending "exorcism." However, in the end, her devout faith overcame her physical fear. Striving to overcome her inner turmoil, the girl clenched her fists, seemingly reaffirming her resolve, and nodded.

"Now, please take off your clothes and lie down on the bed." Moore looked at the girl's skin, which had turned slightly blue from kneeling on the cold floor for so long. Her skin, as delicate as priceless jade, was covered with tiny bumps from the cold. He said with a touch of pity, and simultaneously cast a divine spell to enhance her senses.

Originally a practical divine spell used to improve nerve reaction speed and reduce pain so that soldiers could sustain high-intensity combat, it was used more skillfully by the experienced bishop.

The man's genitals had already been well lubricated by the previous oral sex, and were still in the refractory period after ejaculation. Moore was in no hurry to penetrate her. Instead, he skillfully made rhythmic small circles on the girl's breasts, sometimes gently pressing the ruby in the center of the nipple, sometimes extending downwards, expanding the area of his movements to the golden-red forest of her genitals.

As a noble mage, Eileen had never been touched like this before. Even during bath time, it was only a routine touch. An indescribable feeling surged through her body, and she instinctively wanted to raise her hand to resist, but she stopped under the bishop's stern gaze. This coy resistance aroused Moore, and his manhood began to stir again.

"No..." Facing the bishop's gaze, the girl blushed and could only protest softly, her voice barely audible. Of course, Moore naturally ignored her protest.

To better appreciate her hesitant, almost ecstatic expression, Moore adopted a serious demeanor and spoke slowly in a low voice, “The Seven Deadly Sins are a broad category of human vices: pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. You already bear the sin of pride, and as a mage, your attempt to explore the realm of the gods is also teetering on the edge of the sin of greed. And judging from your physical manifestations, you seem to have the potential to commit the sin of lust.” While speaking with feigned concern, Moore subtly released a spiritual message into the girl's body through a hidden method, using a mental imprint implanted deep within her soul. This reinforced her previously solidified beliefs, directly influencing the possessor of her mind.

Moore didn't continue, but from the momentary stiffness in the mage's body and the constantly shifting expressions on her delicate face—from shock and fear to confusion and finally, unwavering devotion—he found the answer he sought.

"Then, how should I exorcise evil, Your Excellency?" After a series of changing expressions, Eileen sat up solemnly, kneeling on the bed and bowing at a 90-degree angle, asking the archbishop, whom she considered the most "respected" and "knowledgeable," for advice with considerable humility. Of course, if one disregarded the moderately sized, alluringly curved breasts and the graceful lines of her back that were directly exposed to the archbishop's eyes, this posture was indeed very suitable for seeking advice from a senior.

After receiving the expected result, Moore was in high spirits. He spoke in a kind yet slightly pained tone, “Do not be afraid, the Lord is forgiving. He is always magnanimous towards His lambs. As a lamb who has strayed for a time, your sins were borne by the Baptist the moment you received the Holy Spirit. All you need to do now is to have a devout heart, strive to purify yourself, and serve God and His servants with a pure and spotless heart. Don’t worry, I will guide you carefully in this regard.

As for the lustful body that may lead to sexual desire, I believe it needs constant training and stimulation, coupled with devout prayer and repentance, repeatedly expelling small evil thoughts to prevent them from accumulating and eventually becoming indelible sins.” Hearing the bishop’s words of “enlightenment,” Eileen breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief on her face.

Little did she know that the real sin was only just beginning.

“I think now is the best time to train your lewd body. To avoid falling into depravity when facing real trials, you should get used to this lewd body now so you can better control it. Releasing your desires from time to time is also a method. By the way, do you masturbate?” Moore reached out and stroked Eileen’s bare back, which was exposed from bowing.

Eileen was surprised that the solemn Moore would use such a explicit word as “masturbation.”

"The servants of God are upright and selfless, worthy of complete trust, and should not be doubted..." "God's will is unfathomable, and His servants are equally insightful and absolutely correct. We should obey His representatives as we would obey God..." Just as doubt arose in her heart, a thought instantly engulfed Eileen.

That's right, Bishop Moore was experienced, and speaking directly was to resolve the issue more effectively without beating around the bush.

Eileen's doubts vanished instantly, like snow melting under the scorching sun.

"Yes, I did..." Lying was also an evil deed in the eyes of God, and the "devout" Eileen would never deceive God's representatives on earth. After stammering out the answer, Eileen lowered her head, not daring to look at the bishop, whether it was because of girlish shyness or the shame of speaking the truth. This unripeness,

like a green apple, must also be sweet and delicious. Moore's appetite surged. After such a long period of interaction, the refractory period had passed, and his dragon once again revealed its red head, standing erect and glaring at that paradise. A

burning desire to conquer the young mage's virginity rose within him, scorching the bishop's brain and relentlessly testing his reason. Driven by his own wicked thoughts, Moore considered for a moment and decided to abandon foreplay, to seize that purity that had been guarded for over 20 years in one fell swoop.

"Well then, let's not waste our precious time this time. I'm going to begin the first beating.

" Faced with the bishop's "absolutely correct" words, Eileen naturally had no will to resist. She obediently lay back down on the bed as the bishop instructed, then placed a pillow under her buttocks, bent her legs, and bound them into an "M" shape with her hands, awaiting the bishop's advance.

Moore also touched the golden-red thicket; it contained only a few drops of moisture, completely insufficient. Her labia were like a closed clam shell, with only a thin slit slightly ajar, indicating the path for passage.

Moore took a deep breath, gripped his penis, found the right spot, and

thrust in with a powerful, forceful stroke. The thick, long penis, under the man's weight, forcefully tore through any obstacle that dared to stand in its way, plunging deep inside like a hot knife cutting into a soft cake. The hymen, which had silently endured for over 20 years as one with Eileen's body, was now irretrievably broken.

The pain quickly reached Eileen's brain. Although protected by a divine spell to reduce pain, the breaking of her virginity was not only a physical wound but also a powerful shock to her soul. Although the blasphemous words had powerfully distorted Eileen's consciousness of being broken, her long-held subconscious still sensed this eternal loss and cried out in anguish.

Moore, of course, also noticed that Eileen's body stiffened again, and her arms gripping her legs showed signs of unsteadiness.

The bishop paid no heed to these trivial matters and continued onward. His penis, like a battering ram, pounded against the walls of the young girl's untouched vagina, engaging in a delicate and profound exchange. The pink, wrinkled inner cavity trembled with constant friction, contracting as if trying to repel the intruder, unaware that this only provided further stimulation to the male's nerves, stimulating a more forceful response.

The bishop was old, but his refined divine magic made his body no less robust than a young man's. Compared to those hardened steel warriors, he might be slightly inferior, but to those frivolous nobles indulging in fame and fortune, he was far superior. His powerful muscles provided the battering ram with seemingly endless power, the dragon tirelessly surging back and forth in the confined space, enjoying the constant squeezing of the inner walls that seemed to drain every last drop of semen.

This contest was overwhelmingly unfair to the defenders. The male attacker had countless ways to adjust the ram's horn as it thrust into the clamshell, while Eileen could only obediently endure the repeated impacts. The lack of proper lubrication meant she wouldn't experience much intense pleasure.

Moore's stamina seemed limitless, and the dragon's penetration seemed destined to continue forever. With each relentless thrust, Eileen finally felt some lubrication in her lower body, a tingling sensation spreading through her.

Finally, the dragon's onslaught was coming to an end. After hundreds of thrusts, the bishop, abandoning his usual gentle and composed demeanor, finally blushed and gasped, "I'm going to ejaculate. Let my holy semen cleanse your sins and purify your soul within your womb." Eileen responded excitedly, "Yes, please baptize me. Let your semen cover my entire body, and let all my sins be wiped away."

Moore felt his climax release, a surge of pleasure rushing to his brain. His erect penis throbbed, releasing its life essence deep within the girl's body… After ejaculating, the dragon quickly shrank and withdrew, a thick, white liquid slowly flowing out along its path.

"Phew~" Eileen, who had been enduring Moore's thrusts, let out a long sigh, releasing her hands that had been pressing down on her legs. Her body instinctively adjusted to a more comfortable position.

"Very well, you should rest now. It's quite late. I'll come back tomorrow to discuss how to improve your health and prevent you from committing the sin of lust." Ultimately, she was getting old. Although her physical strength was comparable to that of a young person, there were still some shortcomings, and she was feeling tired. Seeing Eileen's lips move, as if she wanted to say something, Moore immediately interrupted the girl and cast a combined "Soothing the Mind" and "Sleep Inducing" spell on her, causing her to fall into a deep sleep early on.

[The End]

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