System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Huh?" Sigma was a little dazed, obviously not recovering.

"Huh?" Syl looked at Sigma and asked curiously, "Didn't he fall asleep?"

"Yes... fell asleep!" Sigma clenched her small fists in front of her chest and said loudly.

"Yes, why are you yelling so loudly?" Syl covered his ears exaggeratedly, "By the way, Sigma, do you have anything to eat?"

"Eat?" Sigma looked at Syl, who had just returned from eating, with a dull expression.

It's been almost two hours since I ate, isn't Sister Sear still full?

"I didn't eat enough just now, there were too many people, I'm sorry to eat too much..." Syl shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

Looking at Syl, who seemed to be the same as before, Sigma couldn't help but covered his mouth and smiled, then walked towards the door and said with a smile: "I still have a lot of snacks in my room, I'll bring them to Syl Sister eats."

"Okay~thank you~" For the feeder, Searle was not stingy with his thanks.

After Sigma walked out of the room, Syl rested his chin on his hands and looked thoughtfully at the closed door.

This Sigma...seems interesting to me.

But, she doesn't even look 14 years old, does she?Maybe even smaller.

No, this is a crime!

Wait, I seem to be underage?

So is this a crime?

Searle's thinking immediately fell into the cultural desert, running freely in the desert of legal knowledge.

"Hey! Who would study these issues if they have nothing to do!" Searle complained silently in his heart.

"Forget it, it's actually pretty good to be a younger sister." Finally, Syl gave up thinking, and lay on the bed with open arms.

I will soon be known to everyone, in this case, how can I find an excuse and let myself leave alone?

The system here in the church also said that it can't be raised too high. I have to upgrade my cards all at once, and I have to complete the investigation task, otherwise my holy medicine will not be digested.

But as soon as I get out of the sight of the church, Sharon and the other archbishops will immediately explode.

Then... can we start with the ritual?

It is the side effect of the holy medicine, the so-called Goddess Trial.

I can say that the goddess just wants me to complete the ceremony alone, without help, and then sneaks away to a place where others can't see and then transforms.

Isn't it beautiful?

If the people in the Holy See are worried, then set a time. If you don't come back after this time, the church will start to search.

The more Syl thought about it, the more feasible it became, and they definitely had to listen to what the goddess said.

Goddess of hang up, it's really easy to use!

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PS:

Oh, oh, there are only single digits for 3 votes, and a lot of 2 votes. Is it really so cold?

Stop talking nonsense and go directly to talent!

A: If someone discovers and proves the existence of ghosts, what kind of Nobel Prize will he get?

B: Nobel presented the prize in person.

Old rules~ laugh 3, cold 2, GKD Stud!And thank you for your votes and rewards~

Chapter 21 Chapter 21 The atmosphere is gradually getting anxious

Syl still feels a little guilty about using the name of the goddess to do her own things indiscriminately.

But who made the goddess silent until now.

"Goddess, if you have any objections, please speak out now." Syl closed her eyes and said silently in her heart.

Obviously, nothing happened.

It must be the default.

Syl also felt relieved, and leisurely waited for his snacks to arrive in the room.

After eating snacks with Sigma and sending Sigma out, Syl went back to the bathroom, took a shower, and went to bed in his pajamas.

Syl, who was lying on the bed, did not fall asleep for a long time.

Because after waking up from the coma, he drank the holy medicine and fell asleep again later, so now he doesn't feel any sleepiness at all.

The bored Syl began to stretch out his hands in the dark room, releasing the hand of salvation.

Looking at the faint white light in his hand, Syl felt a sense of satisfaction, after all, this is the extraordinary ability he can release.

Now Syl's mood is like that of a primary school student who is going on a spring outing tomorrow, and he is full of longing for the cool abilities he may have in the future.

As the hand of redemption continued to be released, Syl's spirit gradually began to feel tired.

After some time, when Syl felt that the raving in her head was about to distort into another language, she stopped and fell asleep slowly.

The next day, Seale was awakened by knocks on the door.

After spending a lot of mental energy to fall asleep, Syl woke up the next day and felt a drowsy feeling in his head.

But after the urge to get up subsided, Syl felt his mind was clearer than ever before, and everything he saw in his eyes felt more vivid.

Syl slowly rolled to the side of the bed, and then got out of the bed, her delicate bare feet stepped on the soft carpet, her small toes stuck together like white pearls, pressing out a small depression where it touched the carpet .

"Come here..." Syl rubbed his eyes, walked to the door, and opened the door.

"Sister Syl...how did you just get up..." Sigma outside the door was about to cry, "The bishops are waiting for you outside the door! Today is the day you are going to Church."

"Oh, yes..." Syl also woke up completely, forgetting such an important matter all of a sudden.

Although Syl disliked being watched by so many people, but his identity and the expectations of so many people weighed on him, and he felt compelled to do so.

After washing up in the bathroom, two more nuns knocked on the door, only to find out after asking that they were sent to help her get dressed.

Xier doesn't have the problem of asking others to help with trivial matters in life like the nobles in other worlds.

Or.

You think brother can't wear clothes, right?

Syl took the suit decisively and asked the nuns to wait at the door.

Due to the experience of wearing it yesterday, this set of clothes with similar styles was easy to put on.

It is no different from yesterday, the only difference is that the shawl is different, with a few more white ribbons hanging down with a purple inscription and a gold thread stroke.

Also strange and elegant.

After Syl put on his boots, he turned around in front of the mirror. The ribbon hem and the wide sleeve robe drew a beautiful arc in the air following Syl's movements.

Syl looked at himself in front of the mirror, smiled slightly, and then kept adjusting his expression to keep himself in that kind of soft smile.

perfect.

It's perfect, Searle.

After encouraging himself in his heart, Syl turned around and walked towards the gate.

Pushing open the door, Syl saw eight nuns standing neatly on both sides, while Sigma didn't know where to go.

"Uh...did you guys see..."

Just as Syl was about to ask where Sigma was, the leading nun raised her hands and saluted Syl.

"Your Highness."

The other seven people also shouted in unison: "His Royal Highness!"

"Uh...well...very energetic..." Syl had no choice but to return to the church ceremony, "may the goddess be with you."

"My lord saint, we are here to help you tidy up your appearance," the leading nun said respectfully, "Of course, your appearance is perfect, we just add some insignificant decorations."

"Well...then you guys hurry up." Syl also gave up thinking about looking for Sigma now, after all, they all seemed to be in a hurry.

Soon, Syl was led to a room that was slightly smaller than her own room. Each nun had a clear division of labor, some were helping her hair, and some were dressing herself with gestures.

In the end, he helped Syl put all his hair up on his head, exposing his snow-white neck.He also wore a small silver hairpin that looked like a church logo on his head.

After finishing this last step, Syl, who was almost numb from sitting, was finally liberated.

"Huh..." Syl, who was sitting on the chair, took a deep breath, and then looked at the full-length mirror brought by the nuns.

Syl's breath froze for a moment.

If it is said that I dressed casually and didn't dress up before, it just made people think of holiness at a glance.

The current self, compared to before, has a little more noble aura, just looking at it has a feeling that it cannot be profane.

Born to be a master of others.

Such a good-looking person is actually me?

Syl felt a little flustered in her heart, and she liked this feeling a little bit.

Feeling beautiful.

"Your Highness," the door of the makeup room was pushed open, and a monk came in and gave Syl a church salute, "Archbishop Ashara is waiting for you below."

"Okay, I'll be right here." Syl looked at him and nodded, then turned to look at the nuns who helped him dress up just now, "Thank you."

After thanking him, Searle walked outside at a leisurely pace.

After Syl left for a long time, the eight nuns staying in the room did not recover for a long time.

"Your Highness, she is so nice..." A nun who seemed to be the youngest sighed silently.