Syl listened to the system's voice echoing in her mind, looking at the silent Aishala in front of her, as if she understood something.
Perhaps over a long period, for some unknown reason, the Saint-level inheritance of the Church of the Goddess of Hope had a discontinuity.
This caused all the powerhouses in the church, including the archbishops and the Pope, to remain at Saint-level Five.
With so few clues, this was the only conclusion that could be drawn.
Knowing that these matters were beyond her current ability to manage, Syl stopped pondering and instead smiled, "When can I become as powerful as you?"
"You can, definitely." Aishala nodded lightly, also bypassing the topic.
After Aishala finished speaking, the air fell silent.
As if remembering something, Aishala suddenly turned her head and looked at her shoulder.
Syl also followed Aishala's gaze and realized that her hand was still pinching Aishala's shoulder.
"Ahem..." Syl covered her embarrassment with a cough and quietly withdrew her hand.
Aishala's shoulders were rounded, and even through the fabric, Syl could feel the tenderness of her skin. To be honest, if Syl couldn't beat her, she would have picked her up and held her high by now.
She didn't mean anything else, just a pure fondness for cute children, even if this "child" was old enough to be her ancestor.
"Right," Syl thought to herself, "now might be a good opportunity to subtly ask if I can go out alone."
"Archbishop Aishala," Syl leaned a little closer to Aishala and asked curiously, "Now that I'm in the newspaper, will a lot of bad people target me? Will it be very dangerous?"
She deliberately used a naive tone that suited her age, but under Syl's clear and pure gaze, there was no sense of incongruity.
However, Aishala didn't feel that way. When she saw Syl leaning towards her, she even quietly took a step back.
Aishala slowly shook her head: "I'm here, not dangerous."
"Then can I go out and play by myself?" Syl asked casually.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Syl received an unexpected answer.
"You can."
Hearing Aishala's answer, Syl was visibly stunned.
Syl was still wondering how to persuade Aishala to let her go out alone, so why did she agree so easily?
Then, under Syl's gaze, Aishala stretched out her hand and recited a few words that Syl couldn't understand.
Although nothing happened around her, Syl inexplicably felt a sense of security in her heart.
As if realizing something, Syl immediately shouted to the system in her mind: "System, Spiritual Sight."
Spiritual Sight was instantly activated, and Syl looked at her surroundings, which resembled an old black-and-white photograph, but found nothing.
But when she looked down at her chest, she found a small golden circular shield floating quietly around her, sometimes drifting to her head, sometimes to her back, without any pattern.
After silently telling the system to close Spiritual Sight, Syl looked up at Aishala: "This is?"
"Danger, silently, my name." Aishala said word by word, "Aishala Swanepoel."
Aishala Swanepoel?
Syl subconsciously repeated the name in her mind.
Then, an unexpected situation occurred.
As Syl silently recited, the golden shield that had just floated above her head emitted a brilliant light, and Aishala in front of her instantly disappeared.
The next second, Aishala appeared above Syl's head—where the small golden shield had been.
Syl only felt her vision suddenly go dark, and her entire head was covered by something unknown.
She also felt something warm and soft pressing on her head, and two slender, unknown objects resting on her shoulders.
In the darkness, Syl also seemed to smell a faint, sweet, milky scent that was somewhat intoxicating.
Even after consuming a bottle of Holy Potion, Syl, whose strength was only slightly better than an ordinary girl, couldn't withstand the pressure after that instant, and her body tilted to one side.
Before she fell, Syl's vision returned to normal, and she only managed to see a small figure covering her nun's dress, scurrying to the side.
"Thump—"
Syl fell heavily onto the carpet. Fortunately, with the soft carpet, Syl didn't feel any pain.
"Ugh..." Syl sat up on the floor, rubbed her head, and asked somewhat confusedly, "What happened?"
But when she looked up, Syl could only see Aishala with her back to her.
Getting up from the floor, Syl looked at Aishala in front of her and curiously pressed on:
"Archbishop Aishala, I think I saw you suddenly disappear, and then my vision went dark, and I couldn't see anything."
"Do you know what happened?"
But no matter how Syl pressed, Aishala refused to turn around. However, Syl could clearly see a slight, abnormal blush on Aishala's delicate pink ears.
Syl subtly curved her lips and continued to press: "I also seemed to smell a fragrant scent, which I found very pleasant. Is that your Divine Art, Archbishop Aishala? May I be fortunate enough to witness it again?"
Syl, of course, knew that it was because of her subconscious recitation that the Divine Art blessed upon her was triggered, and Aishala was Teleported to her side.
But why she came from above, Syl wasn't quite sure.
However, how could she miss such an opportunity? She definitely had to tease her a bit! If she didn't dare to tease a cute girl who made a blunder, what kind of superior person would she be!?
"Don't recite randomly..."
Syl only heard Aishala quietly reply, and then she recited the same incomprehensible words as last time. Syl once again felt that familiar sense of security.
"Danger, recite my name. Normally, do not recite it."
After dropping that sentence, and without giving Syl a chance to speak, Aishala raised her right hand high, a golden long spear appeared, and then Aishala herself instantly vanished.
She had Teleported to some unknown place.
"So, calling her full name can summon Aishala..." Syl twirled a strand of her hair with her hand, thinking to herself, "That's a convenient ability..."
"For example, reciting her full name while taking a bath to have Aishala come and join me... Forget it, I feel like Archbishop Aishala would really hit me if she got angry from embarrassment..."
"Wait? What if Archbishop Aishala is taking a bath when I summon her?"
Syl realized she had found a way to counter this Divine Art.