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Chapter 116 : Protect Him Well
“Milady…Saintess..." Amisa murmured, her tender lips trembling like cherry blossom petals, releasing a soft, delicate voice as endearing and adorable as a well-behaved little rabbit, so heart-meltingly cute it felt as if a fluffy kitten had just rubbed gently against your heart.
“Amisa? Are you alright?” Winnie hesitated for a moment.
How should he put it... this kid was just too devout. Even in her dreams, she was thinking about the Saintess.
He had no idea which Saintess she meant.
Suddenly, Winnie recalled an old legend, back in ancient times, within the Church of Radiance, numerous clergy members who possessed high compatibility with the [Holy Envoy], or exceptionally strong healing abilities, would occasionally have dreams of the previous deceased Saintess.
W̄ е̃ b̆n оvӗ l Ėnu ṁ â
Generally speaking, the Church believed that after a Saintess passed away, her core soul will return to the goddess's side, while fragments of her soul remain in the world, slowly dissipating their energy over time.
Therefore, certain believers hailed as 'favored by the goddess and the Saintess', those with high compatibility to the [Holy Envoy] and powerful healing abilities, could occasionally glimpse the deceased Saintess in their dreams.
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However, such visions typically involve only the previous or the one before that Saintess. It was nearly impossible to see a Saintess from a distant era. Hence, the Church of Radiance concluded that the longer a Saintess had been gone, the weaker her lingering presence in the mortal world became, and thus her influence gradually faded.
But such phenomena hadn't occurred in a long time. Due to historical reasons, no clergy members in the Church had experienced visions of the Saintess in dreams for centuries. As a result, this legend gradually faded into obscurity, even raising doubts about its authenticity, and whether errors or distortions had crept in over generations of retelling. After all, the tale was simply too ancient.
“Milady…Saintess…” Amisa still kept her eyes tightly shut, emitting that sweet, soft voice like a little bunny, yet she stubbornly clung to Winnie's hand.
“Amisa, what's wrong? Wake up. It's me, Fanya.” Seeing this, Fanya didn't know what had happened to Amisa. Observing Amisa's instinctive reluctance to let go of Winnie, she frowned slightly and leaned down to say.
Е ṅů m̀ a
Then, Fanya placed two fingers on her forehead, drew out a faint thread of light with a trailing glow, and infused it into Amisa's forehead.
[Purifying Spirit Technique]
Next, Fanya cast a mid-tier healing light upon Amisa.
However, Winnie could tell from Fanya's slightly pale complexion that her mana was nearly depleted.
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Fanya was merely an Advanced Artisan, not having reached the Warlock realm. Although the gap between Advanced Artisans and Warlock seemed like just a hair's breadth, it was actually a world apart, the density of magic and mana capacity were incomparable.
Winnie had fought countless, continuously fighting across three maps, battles even encountering indescribable entities. Yet, once his injuries healed, he could fight again.
Еṅ um̃ а . і d̀
As a Warlock, he still had mana remaining. Fanya, however, had fought only briefly at the previous port and was already drained.
Of course, part of this was also due to healing magic consuming significantly more mana.
After Fanya did this, Amisa seemed to regain a bit of consciousness. The soft murmurs from her lips gradually quieted. Her creamy golden eyelashes, delicate as swan feathers, fluttered slightly, then slowly opened.
“She's awake,” Winnie noted, and Fanya's tense spirit slowly relaxed, exhaling softly.
When Amisa opened her eyes, her first sight met Winnie's gaze.
Winnie saw her eyes, pure, untainted golden irises, so immaculate that merely locking eyes with her felt like standing within a flawless cosmos, as if one's soul had been cleansed and purified.
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They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that were true, then this girl's window to her soul was unquestionably spotless, seemingly impervious to any taint of worldly wickedness.
They stared at each other. Winnie was captivated by Amisa's eyes, while Amisa, for some reason, blinked her large eyes and continued watching Winnie without speaking.
This left Fanya beside them utterly stunned, remaining silent felt awkward, yet speaking felt as if she was being intrusive.
“Amisa, what happened? Are you still feeling unwell?” In the end, Fanya couldn't help but ask.
Winnie also realized he'd been staring at the girl for too long and immediately averted his gaze.
“Ah, classmate, since you're fine now, I'll put you down,” Winnie said. After all, now that she was awake, continuing to hold her like this might seem like he was taking advantage.
Е̊ n̊ ǔṁă
“Did you save me?” Amisa didn't directly answer Winnie. Nor did she look away when Winnie averted his eyes. Instead, she continued staring at him.
She gently parted her lips, her soft, melodious voice tender and graceful, like a nightingale emerging from a valley.
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Seriously, who could withstand this?
A girl so pure and beautiful gazing at you so intently, speaking in such a tone.
“It wasn't me. I found you, and Fanya used magic to heal and wake you up,” Winnie explained, glancing down at Amisa's hand still instinctively clutching his sleeve.
“Handsome blue-haired classmate, can you tell Amisa your name?” Amisa continued asking in her sweet, enchanting voice, her doe-like eyes shimmering with a delicate, vulnerable light.
Еn_ŭḿ ä
“Ha, handsome??” Winnie was taken aback. His hollow heart suddenly filled with positive emotions.
If his Virtue System could detect his own emotional fluctuations, there would undoubtedly be massive spikes right now.
It felt similar to when he was with Aesphyra, but in the complete opposite direction. Conversations with Aesphyra made his Virtue explode from anger, whereas this girl, simply with her opening words, triggered the same emotional intensity, but entirely positive.
Who could possibly resist a beautiful, busty petite girl staring at you so earnestly, calling you handsome?
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“Ahem, ahem.” Winnie struggled to suppress the upward curve of his lips. Although his expression barely changed, inside, his heart was blooming with joy.
This was the second time a beautiful girl had complimented his looks. The first had been Luna.
E̊ n u m ã
Well, though he didn't particularly enjoy associating with people from Church backgrounds, he had to admit, some of the younger nuns within the Church of Radiance really had good taste and discernment, appreciating the looks of Karella's capital's notoriously delinquent.
“Not really. I'm just, you know, pretty good-looking at Carillian Academy,” Winnie modestly downplayed it.
It could be said that Winnie's initial attraction towards Amisa was already extremely high, largely because he truly liked pure, innocent people.
Ah, interacting with a girl who speaks so sweetly is just delightful. Unlike a certain silver haired nut who only spewed sarcasm and mockery, occasionally handed tossing in a back compliment.
“You're Amisa Meriver, right? Then I'll call you Miss Meriver. I'm Winnie.” Winnie was always respectful towards those he held in high regard. When first meeting someone, it was best to address them by their surname.
“Just call me Amisa,” Amisa continued gazing at Winnie, as if trying to paint color onto that pure night sky. “I mean your full name.”
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“My full name?” Winnie hesitated. When meeting someone who didn't know him, he actively avoided revealing his surname. Otherwise, once he said it, people would instantly know who he was, recall the widespread rumors in the Church, and their impression of him would plummet.
Of course, Winnie usually didn't care what others thought of him. But when it came to someone with such a high initial goodwill, he became somewhat cautious.
“Winnie Varelis.”
“Varelis?” Amisa's eyes lit up with delight. “You're that legendary blood descendant of the goddess??”
“Ah, yes.” To Winnie's surprise, she showed no trace of aversion, only admiration and reverence.
“Anyway, Fanya, come help Amisa for a moment. She still seems a bit unwell.” Winnie used the excuse to shift the topic toward Fanya.
W̄e bnӧvè l̇ Е nu m̊.а̇
“Alright, Amisa, stop clinging to Winnie. He's tired. I'll hold you now.” Fanya also felt it inappropriate for Winnie to keep holding Amisa and extend her arms towards her.
Amisa revised at Winnie again, seeing that his gaze was no longer on her and he had no intention of continuing to hold her. She then released him and was gathered into Fanya's embrace.
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“Thank you, little Fanya. I'm troubling you again.” Amisa lay in Fanya's arms like a doll.
“It's fine. I'm glad you're okay. Are you still feeling unwell anywhere?” Fanya asked.
“No. I just collapsed from exhaustion. Before passing out, I healed my injuries and found a hollow tree,” Amisa replied. “I wasn't seriously hurt. Thank you for your concern, little Fanya.”
No wonder she's a [Divine Attendant]. Her healing efficiency is impressive.
Ê.nu̇ḿ а
Winnie, now freed, lifted away and couldn't help thinking.
“Speaking of which, little Fanya, you seem to have taken quite a few injuries,” Amisa immediately noticed Fanya's condition.
“I've already healed myself,” Fanya answered.
“But not completely,” Amisa observed carefully. “Little Fanya was saving mana for emergencies, right?”
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Fanya remained silent.
At this moment, Winnie turned his gaze back toward Fanya.
W ĕ b̃n о̌vе_l̈ Е̌ n u̇ m̊а
She had saved mana instead of healing herself completely, could it possibly have been to heal him in a crisis?
Based on his rough understanding of Fanya's character, Winnie found it very likely.
“I'll heal little Fanya.” Amisa raised her hand, and a golden healing light, warm as sunlight, surged forth, enveloping and nourishing Fanya's skin.
When the light faded, Fanya's condition was much clearer than her earlier lethargic state, her recovery was evident.
No wonder she's known as the 'Golden Light.'
Winnie observed from the side, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
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“Little Fanya, did you two meet in this world?” Amisa asked.
“Yes, we did,” Fanya nodded. “Thank you, Amisa. I feel much better. But... how much mana do you have left?”
Amisa shook her head. “There are strange monsters here. I don't know if you've encountered them. I fought them earlier and used up a lot of mana. Now, I don't have much left.”
“Master Winnie, please allow me to heal you as well,” Amisa said.
“……Master?” Both Winnie and Fanya were started by the address.
“Amisa, why are you calling him 'Master'?” Fanya asked, confused.
W e bn о̃vе̌_l Е̄ n ūṁ_а
“Master Winnie is a member of the Varelis family, a descendant of the past Saintesses and Goddess, isn't he?” Amisa said. “Had unforeseen circumstances not occurred, Master Winnie would have led the Church as the Saintess.”
“Uh... Amisa, please don't call me that. We're all classmates. There's no 'master' or 'servant' here,” Winnie replied, clearly uncomfortable with the title, feeling utterly bewildered.
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Moreover, how did it suddenly escalate to becoming Saintess and leading the Church??
“Is that your wish?”
“...Then consider it my request,” Winnie said with an odd expression.
“And also, Amisa, Saintess or whatever, I'm a guy, how could I possibly become a Saintess? And please don't spread nonsense. Leading the Church? That's way too exaggerated. I'm a notorious delinquent with no virtue, no talent, and no status. How could I possibly have anything to do with the Church of Radiance??”
Еn̊ u ḿӓ
“No status? You're a descendant of the Varelis family, aren't you?” Amisa said softly.
“Don't they all call me a fraud and a villain?” Winnie peeled. “Amisa, please stop saying things like that. I'm afraid your career will be ruined.”
“You... have absolutely no connection to the word 'villain',” Amisa's soft voice carried firm conviction.
Her clear, saintly golden eyes seem bidirectional, able to let others see her own purity, and also capable of seeing through what lies within another's eyes.
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“The very first moment I laid eyes on you, I saw within you boundless compassion and kindness, a fundamental and most precious quality of a Radiance Saintess,” Amisa said, her voice like that of a devout believer, sincere and earnest.
“Amisa, no one can judge a person's character just by one glance,” Winnie opened his mouth, then said.
W̄е̂ b n o vеĺ Énumа̇
Honestly, his heart was a mess. This was the first time someone, upon meeting him and knowing his name, had called him a kind person.
Kindness...
Winnie averted his gaze.
He was Camella's capital's infamous delinquent. To others, he was completely unrelated to the word 'kindness.'
“And I've said this many times, I'm a guy! I don't have any Varelis family traits. Besides, the Radiance Saintess is already a thing of the past. There's no such position anymore. Isn't that what the Church says??”
“Master Winnie doesn't want me to address you as 'Master,' nor continue this topic? Understood,” Amisa gently nodded, sensing Winnie's current resistance toward the Church of Radiance and the Saintess position, and stopped speaking.
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“But you truly are the purest person I've ever seen.”
“My first impression was exactly that.”
“.........” Winnie remained silent, silently turning his gaze away, his expression complex.
Beside him, Fanya's eyes were equally complex. As Amisa's childhood friend, she knew that besides the [Golden Light], her dear friend possessed another powerful talent, the [Golden Gaze].
Through a person's eyes, she could roughly discern their fundamental character.
Of course, this only gave a general outline. People were inherently complex, and the more complex a person, the blurrier the [Golden Gaze] became. For instance, high-ranking individuals with intricate thoughts, Amisa could only perceive that their personalities were extremely complicated, unable to clearly discern their core traits.
W̃ ëb ń ö v ė ľ En̊.ü m̀ а
Someone who earned such praise from Amisa didn't exist in her church.
Indeed, one must never blindly believe external rumors and hearsay. Seeing is believing.
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Recently, Fanya's impression of Winnie had changed drastically. His previous image as a spoiled noble was utterly shattered, not due to mere luck. He was someone with exceptional character and talent.
Yet, even exceptional qualities and talent weren't enough.
Although Fanya was willing to believe Winnie's identity, ultimately, Winnie couldn't prove it. The undeniable fact was that he displayed no traits or characteristics of the Varelis family. Aside from bearing the surname Varelis, he truly seemed to have no connection to it.
Otherwise, people wouldn't have fabricated such rumors widely.
Ĕ nu m̀_а̌
Fanya knew this. She believed Amisa should know it too.
It wasn't about whether they believed or not, it was about whether others would.
Imagine, if Winnie truly intended to lead the Church, he'd need to prove his identity, making everyone acknowledge him as the legitimate, bloodline-awakened descendant of the Varelis.
But if even she, Fanya, couldn't be convinced, how could he possibly persuade others?
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No matter how many arguments were made, Fanya truly hoped Winnie could prove to her and Amisa that he was indeed a blood descendant of Varelis, even just one similar trait could give them a glimmer of hope.
“Little Fanya,” Amisa suddenly leaned close, whispering into Fanya's ear.
Ẃ е ḃn о v̈еl Ё n̆ ûm̀ а̊
“Hmm? What is it?” Sensing Amisa wanted to speak privately, Fanya, who shared a lifetime with her, also lowered her voice.
“No matter what happens, you must protect Master Winnie, no matter what.”
“?” Although puzzled, Fanya still nodded. “Of course. I'll always protect my friends.”
Hearing this, Amisa softly closed her eyes, leaning against Fanya's chest, still appearing somewhat exhausted.
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