"No matter how many times I do this, I can never get used to it."
Hearing the monk who came to his room calling him outside the door, Ashley, who was sitting in front of the mirror, couldn't help but let her body slide off the chair and sighed.
"Everyone won't get used to it at first, but it will be fine in a few months," the monk said.
"It's not so much that I can't get used to it, but I don't want to get used to it. Is it really okay to get used to this kind of thing?" Ashley didn't say this, thinking as she sat up and looked at the saint in the mirror.
That was not her familiar face. She had glossy rainbow hair with a plain three-strand braid, and her face could be called cute, but that was just it - it was just right. If she was too glamorous and beautiful, then she wouldn't be.
The saint is now a witch or a witch.
This is not an illusion created by magic on her face, but a real face. The Fairy Temple is not stupid. The saint wrapped in illusion has been revealed. How bad the impact of the illusion is. In other words, her face is made real.
Transformation.
Plastic surgery is not necessary, it is just the same transformation as Melissa.
It’s just that Merriface doesn’t have any concerns about her identity. Although she can shape her face, she is only overqualified to create the most suitable expressions for various public occasions.
Ashley was different. In that situation, she was once chased by people all over the city to perform the sacred ritual of procreation. Naturally, she no longer had the shame to go out to meet people, nor did she have the courage to show her true face to others.
During this period of time, she has been touring as a saint in major cities in the territories currently controlled by the Bajas Empire.
As a saint, she has held dozens of public events, and the time she needs to speak each time is only five to fifteen minutes. Compared with the adults who are too busy due to current issues, it is relatively easy, but the hallucinations surging in her body still linger.
However, she subconsciously rested her face on the dressing table with her hands.
"Smell~ I have this kind of floral fragrance on my hands and face again. Didn't I tell her not to use this kind of perfume when dressing up? I'll change it myself next time. It's a scent that always makes people upset even though they want to rest. There's no such fragrance.
A euphoric hallucinogenic effect, right?”
She turned her face to the side to let the smell that her nose picked up be a little lighter, but then she saw a crystal prop placed on the edge of the stage. It showed a series of decreasing numbers.
Of course this couldn't be a time bomb, but she jumped up reflexively and slapped her face hard with both hands in the mirror.
"Why am I slacking off? Cheer up, me! That kind of thing happened. If I can't do this well, I won't even have the value of living!"
This is the normal thought of a devout believer in "Hell Goblin".
She checked her appearance, picked up the crystal props on the stage, walked out of the door, past the monks who bowed their heads to her, and walked into the balcony corridor that faced the square outside the temple.
After a while, she saw Fundirete, who had been inaugurated as archbishop, coming to join her, and she breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she was accompanied by senior clergy, all she had to do was recite the opening words and put on a solemn expression in a daze.
Of course, she can't be so decadent. When it's time to think and express her opinions, she participates as much as possible.
Some religious buildings these days also like to make the roads leading to the interior "intricate". This can highlight the mystery of the religion and is good for preventing invasions and assassinations.
There was no need for them to run over quickly. There was still some time before they reached the terrace. Ashley felt that the only sound of footsteps was very stressful, so she opened the conversation and said: "Archbishop Fundirete, it seems that we are doing all the things to appease the people recently.
?Where are the leader and Miko Hime?"
"They intend to cultivate new people. At a time when the country's faith in division is wavering, injecting new blood can make the people feel at ease," Fundirete said.
"If that's the case, that would be great." Ashley said quietly.
She underwent certain physical transformations under the guidance of the temple, and became free not only in her appearance, but also in the control of her natural abilities. The phenomenon of people who see her immediately triggering the need to reproduce offspring is no longer the case, but it is still
Will completely like her. Now that she has put on the cloak of a saint, she can easily turn this love into the religious belief behind her.
As a result, those resentments that may have arisen from falling in love with her but not getting a response can be calmed down because the unnatural feelings have a new carrier.
"Stop thinking nonsense, Lady Saint." Fundirete "comforted" and said, "Everyone relies on their innate abilities and learned abilities to survive. If others can't do it and don't allow others to do it, it's just jealousy and fear.
, not to mention that the Holy Lady will no longer be disliked."
"Um."
"It doesn't matter if you forget the lines, you can just recite them according to the contact magic."
"...It's different from the previous times. I've finally finished memorizing it."
"However, although the people are full of talk, if a question comes up that stands out, they still have to answer it well."
"Huh~ isn't that your job, Archbishop?"
When we came to the terrace, we faced the crowded square below.
The reaction of the bustling people who had gathered there immediately became almost uniform, and all their attention was focused on the terrace.
"Hooooooooooh!"
"It's the Holy Lady!"
"The Holy Lady is here!"
"Long live!"
"………………"
Just shouting to express emotions is not enough, you can also see some adults holding babies lifting their children to pray.
Some people are even waving their weapons. Although the temple is allowed to reflect the atmosphere, various armed personnel and soldiers who are required to purchase real estate are allowed to wear weapons. However, although waving them here can express their emotions, it is suspected of assassination.
. And the Fairy Temple is so "magnificent" that it dares to shout "If you have the guts to assassinate, come over".
Ashley waved to the people below with a smile. Seeing that the momentum below was rising and falling, she secretly sighed that the people were too energetic. Although she was originally a member of the people, she became a little proud because of this, but she still felt
Wouldn’t it be better to have so many people spend that time increasing their income?
"Everyone, please be quiet." Fundirete used magic to cover the entire square with her voice and said loudly.
Then, Ashley's facial features and body started to give a routine speech in a mechanical but seemingly emotional manner.
Although the content is eloquent, there are only two specific meanings: first, the evil forces that disturb the peaceful life of the people will be defeated; second, she will definitely visit the battlefield in person and will not be a vase.
