Syl still felt a bit guilty about using the Goddess's name to do her own things.
But who could blame her when the Goddess hadn't made a peep until now?
"Oh Goddess, if you have any objections, just say so now." Syl closed her eyes and whispered in her heart.
Clearly, nothing happened.
It must be tacit approval.
Syl felt relieved and waited leisurely in her room for her snacks to arrive.
After finishing the snacks with Sigma and seeing her off, Syl returned to the bathroom to take a shower, then put on her pajamas and went to bed.
Lying in bed, Syl couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Because she had just woken up from a coma, drank the holy medicine, and had another nap afterward, she didn't feel sleepy at all now.
Bored, Syl began to stretch out her hands in the dark room, releasing the Hand of Redemption.
Looking at the faint white light on her hands, Syl felt a sense of satisfaction; after all, this was an extraordinary ability she could manifest herself.
Syl's mood right now was like an elementary school student about to go on a field trip tomorrow, full of anticipation for the cool abilities she might develop in the future.
As she kept releasing the Hand of Redemption, Syl's mind gradually began to feel exhausted.
After some time, when Syl felt the ravings in her mind trending toward distorting into another language again, she stopped and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Syl was awakened by a series of knocks on the door.
Because she had expended so much mental energy before falling asleep, Syl felt a bit groggy when she woke up the next day.
However, once the initial grogginess of waking up wore off, Syl felt her mind was clearer than ever, and even everything she saw seemed more vivid.
Syl rolled slowly to the edge of the bed and then swung her legs down. Her exquisite bare feet stepped onto the soft carpet, her small toes pressed together like white pearls, creating small indentations where they touched the carpet.
"Coming, coming..." Syl rubbed her eyes as she walked to the door and pulled it open.
"Sister Syl... why are you only just getting up..." Outside the door was Sigma, who looked like she was about to cry. "The bishops are all waiting for you outside! Today is the day you're supposed to go to the church."
"Oh, oh, right..." Syl woke up completely; she had completely forgotten such an important matter.
Although Syl didn't like being watched by so many people, her status and the expectations of so many people weighed on her, and she felt she had no choice but to do it.
After washing up in the bathroom, two nuns knocked on the door; upon asking, she learned they had been sent to help her get dressed.
Syl didn't have the habit of the nobility in this other world where they needed others to help with every trivial daily task.
Or rather.
Do you all think I don't know how to dress myself?
Syl decisively took the clothes herself and told the nuns to wait at the door.
Because she had the experience of wearing it yesterday, it was easy to put on this similar-styled outfit.
It wasn't much different from yesterday, except for the shawl, which now had several white ribbons hanging down with purple inscriptions and gold-thread trim.
It was actually quite elegant.
After putting on her boots, Syl spun around in front of the mirror. The ribbons, hem, and wide sleeves traced a graceful arc in the air following her movements.
Syl looked at herself in the mirror and smiled slightly, then kept adjusting her expression to maintain that gentle, kind smile.
Perfect.
Too perfect, Syl.
After encouraging herself in her heart, Syl turned and walked toward the door.
Pushing open the door, Syl saw eight nuns standing in perfect unison on both sides, while Sigma was nowhere to be seen.
"Uh... have you seen..."
Just as Syl wanted to ask where Sigma had gone, the lead nun raised her hands and performed a church bow to Syl.
"Your Holiness."
The other seven also shouted in unison: "Your Holiness!"
"Uh... um... very spirited..." Forced by the situation, Syl also returned a church bow, "May the Goddess be with you."
"Your Holiness, we are here to help you tidy up your appearance," the lead nun said respectfully, "Of course, your appearance is already perfect; we are just adding some insignificant decorations."
"Um... then hurry up." Syl also gave up on the idea of finding Sigma right now, as they all seemed quite urgent.
Soon, Syl was led to a room slightly smaller than her own, where each nun had a clear division of labor; some were combing her hair, others were helping her put on accessories.
Finally, they helped Syl pin her hair up, revealing her snow-white neck. She also wore a small silver hair clip that looked like the church's emblem on her head.
After completing this final step, Syl, who had been sitting until she was almost numb, was finally liberated.
"Whew..." Syl, sitting in the chair, let out a deep breath and then looked at the full-length mirror the nuns had brought over.
Syl's breath hitched for a moment.
If her previous casual dressing without any styling just made people think of holiness at a glance.
Then, the current version of herself had a bit more of an aura of nobility, and just looking at it gave a sense of being inviolable.
A born superior.
Such a beautiful person, is it actually me?
Syl felt a bit lightheaded; she was starting to like this feeling.
The feeling of becoming beautiful.
"Your Holiness," the door to the room used for dressing was pushed open, and a priest entered and performed a church bow to Syl, "Archbishop Aishala is waiting for you downstairs."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Syl nodded at him, then turned to look at the nuns who had just helped her get ready, "Thank you."
After thanking them, Syl walked out at a leisurely and composed pace.
Long after Syl had left, the eight nuns remaining in the room were still dazed for a long time.
"Her Holiness is such a nice person..." a nun who looked the youngest sighed silently.
This compliment seemed to open the floodgates, and the others successively joined the conversation. Liking to discuss things they liked with others was the same for women in any world.
"Yeah, and so beautiful!"
"I touched the Saintess's hand just now, it was so soft and felt so comfortable..."
"I'm jealous! I only touched her neck when helping comb her hair~"
"...Why do I feel like you all are getting more and more weird?"