No, wait.

  How did I become a Saint?

  Looking at the overall evaluation, wasn’t this the system’s doing?

  My body had clearly gone through some kind of shocking change.

  Not only did my aptitude turn Legendary, but my inspiration and charisma increased too, and I even gained skills?

  Even though the system didn’t use stickers this time, Elysia could already picture its annoying expression.

  “Huh? How did my original evaluation turn Legendary? Oh, so I just got lucky? Well, I guess that’s fine.”

  Naturally, Elysia didn’t miss the chance and mocked the system without holding back.

  But how did I suddenly become a Saint? And this elemental control ability, what exactly is it?

  The moment Elysia focused on elemental control, it was as if something responded to her thoughts. Information flooded straight into her mind, everything related to basic elemental control.

  After taking it all in, Elysia stared at her right hand, completely frozen for a moment.

  From the knowledge she received, Elysia learned that mages existed in this world.

  The Church, however, deliberately labeled male mages as sorcerers and female mages as witches, terms meant to brand them as blasphemous.

  Despite that, these people wielded strange forms of magic and followed a strict internal system to distinguish between low- and high-level spellcasters.

  The known ranks seemed to range from first to fifth level. Beyond that, there was something called the Semidivine stage, though no one had ever been known to reach it.

  Normally, casting spells required materials and incantations. From the second to third level, mages were considered intermediate. From that point onward, reliance on materials and chants was greatly reduced.

  As for Elysia’s ability, it allowed her to alter magic and elements within a radius of half a meter, without casting, without incantations, and without any materials at all.

  Inside her mind, a small doll acted as a test subject. A blazing fireball flew toward it, and Elysia felt as if even her soul were being scorched by the heat.

  Yet the moment the fireball reached the doll, it transformed into… holy light.

  The holy light descended gently, and the doll even seemed to let out a faint, satisfied sigh, as if wrapped in warmth and comfort rather than taking damage.

  This is insane! This ability is completely broken!

  It rewrote magic itself.

  Even so, Elysia could sense that this was only part of what she could eventually do. Perhaps because she was still too weak, many abilities remained locked away.

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  Is this really the power of a Legendary evaluation? If Legendary is already this ridiculous, then what about Mystic?

  Still, no matter how powerful it was, the ability had clear weaknesses.

  For instance, if someone punched her, her fragile body wouldn’t stand a chance. A strong man’s punch could probably kill her outright.

  But against low-level magic without area-of-effect… I might be able to deal with it. Probably. Maybe.

  Without ever fighting for real, even she wasn’t sure how things would play out.

  So, putting it all together, despite being level zero, I’m pretty strong, right?

  Or is it that everyone in this world has cheats, and mine just aren’t that special?

  Either way, she still understood far too little about this world.

  At some point, she would need to sneak into the city and see things for herself.

  Elysia knew that not far from the monastery stood a city, the largest commercial hub of the Saehron Empire.

  It boasted the biggest population, the most opportunities, and, naturally, the highest crime rate in the country.

  Because of that, proper preparation would be essential before entering. Who knew what strange situations she might run into?

  “Knock knock knock—”

  While Elysia was absentmindedly staring at her status panel, a knock echoed against the wooden door of the confinement room.

  “Who is it?” she asked, slightly confused.

  Anyone who wanted to see her could normally open the door from the outside. She couldn’t open it herself.

  “Sister Elysia, may I come in?” a gentle female voice asked from beyond the door.

  It was unfamiliar. Apparently, even the original Elysia had no memory of it.

  “You may come in.”

  She didn’t really have another choice.

  The person outside seemed impatient. The moment Elysia gave permission, the door opened.

  A beautiful woman dressed in luxurious robes stood there.

  The figure slowly overlapped with a memory, and Elysia jumped to her feet in shock.

  “Your Holiness… Pope Sharon.”

  Elysia failed to perform the Church’s salute. As for why, she’d simply forgotten.

  What she didn’t realize was that, despite the Pope’s calm appearance, Sharon was even more shaken than Elysia herself.

  Her gaze lingered uncontrollably, especially after noticing the seal on Elysia’s right hand.

  Two hundred years.

  After two centuries, the Church of Hope had finally found hope again. A bridge to the Goddess had appeared—a new Saint.

  Already breathtakingly beautiful, Elysia became even more intoxicating after awakening as a Saint.

  Just looking at her stirred a pure, sacred thrill deep in one’s heart. Those with weaker wills might even drop to their knees on the spot.

  And that was exactly what Sharon did.

  The scepter symbolizing her authority drifted aside as Sharon stepped forward, knelt on one knee, gently took Elysia’s right hand, and kissed it.

  “Th-th-this…” The sudden turn of events left Elysia completely stiff. She wanted to pull her hand back, but lacked the courage, only able to stare blankly as the Pope kissed it.

  After all, this was the Pope!

  I must be incredibly beautiful now… There’s no mirror, but with my charisma boosted this much, I have to be, right?

  Could it be that this Pope… she—she—she wouldn’t…?!

  This was a confinement cell. No one would come here. Inside, there were only the two of them.

  And the other person was the Pope. Elysia was definitely no match for her.

  Feeling the warm, soft touch on her hand, and seeing the noble Pope kneeling before her, Elysia swallowed hard.

  They’re… way too big…

  No! What the hell am I thinking?!

  I’m done for, aren’t I…?

  Just as Elysia was resigning herself to the idea that the game might already be lost, though she swore she’d turn things around once she grew stronger, Pope Sharon finally raised her head.

  Her light-golden eyes shone with restrained joy.

  “Sister Elysia, you may not fully understand it yet, but from today onward, you are the new Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Hope.”

  “Your name shall be sanctified, carrying the will of the Goddess…”

  “Saint Elysia.”

  “According to the canon records, this is now your sacred name.”

  Sharon spoke softly, then rose to her feet and quietly waited for Elysia’s response.

  “Ah…” Faced with such a scene, Elysia had no idea what to do. She could only answer timidly, “…O-okay?”

  Sharon’s eyes sparkled like stars.

  Worthy of the Saint… even the way she speaks is so… concise and profound.