Chapter 91: Chapter 91: The Holy See’s Saintess, Cecilia!
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these two days, Aster Grant roamed almost the entire City of Chaos, but he never saw that Ghost Race girl again.
This was of course due to Scarlett deliberately avoiding him.
She still hadn’t figured out a way to convince her sister, and seeing Aster Grant would certainly lead to her being contracted...
So, she simply avoided him altogether!
Aster Grant sighed lightly, temporarily suppressing this regret.
There were more important matters waiting for him at the moment.
The entrance to the special sanctum was not far from the City of Chaos, and it didn’t take long for him to reach the sanctum’s entrance.
Because there were very few who could achieve a million points to earn the qualification to enter the special sanctum.
Aster Grant glanced around and found that only about forty to fifty people were participating in this sanctum.
Yet each of them standing here was...
Among the top talents of humanity!
However, just at that moment...
A slender hand suddenly patted his left shoulder.
He instinctively turned his head, only to find no one behind him.
Immediately after, his right shoulder was lightly tapped again.
Aster Grant turned around in surprise...
Veronica Vero was elegantly crossing her legs, one hand behind her back, the other casually twirling her cascade of golden hair.
The sunlight girded her delicate profile with a soft glow, and even her voice was intentionally lowered by a few tones:
"Long time no see, Aster Grant～"
Aster Grant’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
If he didn’t know the notorious nature of this young lady, he might have been fooled by Veronica’s coquettish act.
"Hey!" Veronica immediately broke character, "What kind of expression is that? Can’t you just play along?"
Aster Grant forced a smile, "Long time no see, Miss Vero..."
Only then did Veronica lift her chin, revealing a triumphant smile.
Aster Grant shook his head helplessly, with his gaze landing on the two companion beasts beside her.
The Nether Spirit Leopard on the left he had seen before.
As for the two-meter-tall white bear on the right...
The most striking feature was the terrifying scar over its left eye, almost dividing its entire face in half!
This is the young lady’s new companion beast?
[Polar Bear King (White Monarch)]
[Level: Extraordinary Tier Nine]
[Talent: Half-Step Myth]
[Status: Special (Suppressed)]
[Power: 3000]
[Constitution: 3000]
[Spiritual: 3000]
[Speed: 3000]
[Skills: Bear King Bloodline, Eternal Frost Freeze, Frosty Winter Majesty]
Seeing its Half-Step Myth talent, Aster Grant was somewhat surprised.
This should be among the peak beasts of the Human Race!
Besides its talents...
The attributes of this bear were somewhat monstrous!
Almost catching up to Lazuli!
Meanwhile.
The White Monarch was also scrutinizing Aster Grant, a hint of assessment flashing in its single eye.
Was this the human who had slain the Commander Level demon?
Since Aster Grant hadn’t summoned his beast, White Monarch couldn’t accurately judge his strength.
But judging from Aster Grant’s aura... this human seemed quite ordinary!
Slaying a Commander Level demon...
Could it be that his beast was very strong?
The Nether Spirit Leopard beside him noticed White Monarch’s gaze and immediately guessed his thoughts, promptly reminding:
"White Monarch, don’t underestimate him, this human’s talent..."
She paused, unable to think of a suitable adjective.
"Terrifying!"
The scene from the Elven Sanctum flashed through her mind.
Aster Grant’s eyes, disdainful of everything, had left a deep impression on her heart.
Hearing the reminder from the Nether Spirit Leopard, White Monarch’s single eye suddenly narrowed, putting away his previous disdain.
To receive such an evaluation from a former Monarch Level companion, this human was definitely not to be underestimated.
However, Veronica noticed Aster Grant staring at White Monarch and couldn’t help but speak up:
"Aster Grant, you think White Monarch is ugly, right? I think so too!"
Ugly?
Aster Grant almost lost his composure.
A Demigod Level beast, disliked by this young lady for being ugly, was quite something.
Aster Grant was about to retort when a cool voice suddenly chimed in.
"Miss Vero."
Aster Grant turned his head to see a girl in a pure white nun’s robe walking gracefully towards them.
The most eye-catching was the silver cross on her chest.
Meeting his gaze, the girl bowed slightly with a smile.
However, Aster Grant could sense that her eyes carried a coldness, as if rejecting him from afar.
"The sanctum is lively this time! Both the young lady of the Vero Family and the Saintess of the church have arrived!"
"Wait, who’s that black-haired youth standing with them?"
"From Draconia, right? Judging by his age, he’s probably a student from Aegis Academy..."
"Do you think these three can surpass the record set by Commander Quinn?"
"Miss Vero and the Saintess likely have a chance, but that black-haired youth from Draconia... it’s unlikely!"
From the discussions around, Aster Grant finally confirmed the identity of this nun-like girl...
The Saintess of the church—Cecilia!
Also the strongest of the younger generation within the church.
However...
Veronica didn’t seem to have a good impression of this saintess.
"Ugh, always wearing that pretentious mask... the people of the church are a bunch of hypocrites!"
Veronica rolled her eyes.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arm around Aster Grant’s shoulders, deliberately raising her voice:
Aster Grant, you must work hard to step on a certain Saintess in the sanctum!"
Aster Grant’s mouth twitched, and he glanced at Cecilia out of the corner of his eye.
To say something like this in front of the person involved, this young lady truly had no fear!
Yet Cecilia completely ignored Veronica’s disdain, reassessing Aster Grant.
For Veronica to hold him in such high regard meant this man’s strength...
At least matched her and Vero’s level!
In the church, only the strong had the right to be respected.
She gracefully lifted her skirt and extended her white gloved right hand proactively:
"Nice to meet you, I’m Cecilia."
Her voice remained gentle, but her eyes had a hint of seriousness.
Veronica was frantically tugging at Aster Grant’s sleeve from behind, trying to stop him from reaching out.
However, since Cecilia was a Saintess of the church, he couldn’t forsake basic manners.
He lightly clasped her fingertips and quickly let go:
"Aster Grant!"
After learning Aster Grant’s name, seeing Veronica unwelcoming, Cecilia also didn’t stay around to catch shade.
"See you in the sanctum!"
After leaving a message, Cecilia turned and left.
When Aster Grant saw the white figure disappear into the crowd, he lowered his voice and asked Veronica:
Do you have a grudge against her?"
Hearing this question, Veronica uncharacteristically put away her playful attitude, shaking her head lightly:
"No grudge, just don’t agree with the church’s ideology!"
"Once you’ve seen with your own eyes the deeds of the church... you’ll naturally understand!"
Hearing this, Aster Grant furrowed his brows slightly.
To be honest, he didn’t have much understanding of either the council or the church.
But he knew the council was managed by the Vero Family, as for the church...
He only knew the church governed the entire nation through the Holy See.
About the specifics, he wasn’t very clear.
But before he could ask more, Veronica returned to her usual self, changing the topic:
"Although we know each other, I won’t go easy on you if we meet in the sanctum!"
Seeing Veronica unwilling to say more, he could only nod.
Next, a man in military uniform slowly walked to the center of the plaza.
"All trialists, please enter the Trial Teleportation Array."
Veronica pulled him along to the hundred-meter diameter ancient array on the ground.
When the last person stepped into the array, the man in military uniform waved his hand down:
"Activate!"
Hundreds of star stones shattered suddenly, and the runes on the array flowed like living creatures.
Space began to twist, and as light intensified, everyone’s figures gradually became transparent...
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