Because Syl was stunned and didn't say a word, the Archbishops on both sides of the long table didn't dare to lower their hands, and the air suddenly became quiet.
Everyone was waiting for Syl to say something.
Sharon also really wanted to give Syl a reminder.
But if she were to remind her in a scene like this, even if it wasn't a formal occasion, Syl's dignity would be damaged.
Although this wouldn't reduce the admiration of those present for the Goddess in the slightest, their reverence for the Saintess would certainly be weakened a bit.
Coming back to her senses, Syl also realized that if she didn't say something, the scene would be too awkward.
Forget it, I'll just say a few words... Syl also raised her hands, crossing them over her chest, with the index and middle fingers of both hands resting against her collarbones on either side.
"May the Goddess be with you."
What Syl never expected was that after she said this sentence...
The eyes of some Archbishops, who originally didn't have much emotional fluctuation, also turned slightly red.
Can you imagine the scene of a bunch of big shots whose attributes you can't see, moved to tears in front of you?
I don't dare move, I don't dare move... "May the Goddess be with us!"
"May the Goddess be with us..."
Almost all the Archbishops, either excitedly or in a low voice, repeated this sentence and lowered their hands.
However, their gazes were still fixed on Syl, their eyes burning and grateful; no one thought about sitting down first.
Even Sharon stood up and said to Syl with some excitement, "We have waited for this sentence for too long, Your Highness Saintess."
Sharon directly raised Syl's honorific to the same level as her own, clearly building momentum for Syl, and in the atmosphere of this moment, naturally, no one would stand up to object.
The current Syl didn't have the mind to pay attention to these differences in titles, but she finally saw the only empty seat, which was next to Sharon.
So Syl walked towards Sharon's side while saying to the others with a smile, "Before the Goddess, everyone is equal. Please sit down."
Syl just wanted them to sit down quickly; otherwise, being stared at like this all the time would be very awkward.
But she didn't expect that this sentence of hers would earn her another large wave of favorability.
Fortunately, after Syl said this, the Archbishops sat down one after another, though their eyes were still on Syl.
"Come... sit down." Seeing Syl walk over, Sharon personally pulled out the chair for her.
Although the main seat at the dining table was still Sharon's, Syl, who was beside her, had completely become the focus of tonight.
"Thank the goddess of hope for her grace." After a simple prayer, Sharon said to the other bishops with a smile, "Everyone, be casual. Let's start preparing to enjoy dinner; Her Highness Saintess hasn't eaten all day."
Hmm!? Her Highness Saintess hasn't eaten yet?
The people present immediately withdrew their gazes. After performing a simple prayer together, they all pretended to focus on the food in front of them.
It was just that from time to time, they would use the corner of their eyes to sweep towards Syl's direction; everyone's heart was far from calm right now.
"How are they all still like children?" Sharon looked at the situation below and shook her head somewhat helplessly.
These old fellows are usually very strict when teaching me; someone always objects to any decision made, bickering for half a day.
Now, on the contrary, they are all like children, wanting to look at their Saintess a bit more while also fearing that their gaze would bring discomfort to her.
However, Sharon understood their feelings very well; at least she herself had been so excited that she lost her composure at the beginning, to the point of making a mistake in her haste and almost losing the Saintess.
She didn't dare tell these old men and women about this matter, or she would surely be criticized for ten days or half a month.
Looking at the silent and somewhat anxious, subtle atmosphere on the field, Sharon tried to make this dinner more like a usual banquet. She spoke and started chatting with Syl: "By the way, Saint Syl, how is the digestion of the Holy Medicine going? What grace did the Goddess bestow upon you?"
Grace?
When Syl heard this, she looked at Sharon and blinked her eyes in slight confusion.
"Oh right, I almost forgot. I haven't taught you some basic things yet, not even Spiritual Sight." Sharon rubbed her forehead with her hand, her action looking somewhat helpless, but the smile on her face never stopped.
"Come, close your eyes. Let me help you take a look." As Sharon spoke, she reached out her hand towards Syl.
Although she didn't know what Sharon wanted to do, Syl knew Sharon wouldn't harm her, so she did as Sharon said and closed her eyes.
At the same time, all the Archbishops present stopped their eating actions.
Some people took out glasses and perched them on the bridge of their noses, some closed their eyes, but more people just had their pupils emit a faint golden light.
Many of them had already heard from Her Holiness the Pope before that the Holy Medicine had been given to the Saintess.
With every bottle of Holy Medicine consumed, the consumer would receive the Goddess's grace, thereby grasping a tiny starlight of the Goddess's Wisdom, which was as vast as a sea of stars.
The higher the Saint Rank, the stronger the grace obtained, and at the same time, the trials would become increasingly difficult.
The grace everyone received was different, but there would be a guaranteed transcendent ability.
Under their gaze, Sharon gently pressed her index finger against Syl's forehead.
Instantly, a holy golden light shot out from Syl's forehead, rapidly changing shape twice in the air above the dining room. It was hard to see clearly what it was before it disappeared.
A series of low-voiced praises and gasps appeared at the scene.
"Goddess above, what a merciful ability."
"Only someone with the courage to sacrifice themselves to protect others can be bestowed with such a transcendent ability!"
"Back when I was a Rank 1 lamb, my thinking was aggressive, so the abilities the Goddess bestowed were all combat-oriented..."
"As expected of Her Highness Saintess, her ability can bring hope to people just like the Goddess."
"..."
The fragmented sounds of conversation at the dining table were incessant, giving off a normal feeling, but today they were all discussing the Saintess.
"Well done, Saint Syl," Sharon also lowered her hand, the pleasant smile on her lips unstoppable, "as expected of one favored by the Goddess."
What happened just now was only a moment, and in Syl's vision, nothing had happened at all.
So Syl looked at Sharon in a bit of a daze, then at the big shots who were discussing, feeling a bit at a loss.
"For our Goddess, for our Saintess!" An Archbishop wearing red robes with white hair and a white beard raised his exquisite wine glass, his face flushed.
"For the Saintess!"
"For the Saintess!"
Everyone present raised their wine glasses or juice.
Syl also subconsciously raised her green juice, but for a moment didn't know what to say, so she said weakly, "For the Goddess..."
Then she took a shallow sip of the juice in her glass.
Hmm? Sweet and sour, and quite delicious?