Ansu: You are right, but have you finished your homework?

The golden morning light bathed the Holy See's stained-glass windows, and the shadows of the sycamore trees outside fell upon the rosewood walls. The branches swayed gently in the breeze, casting a shifting mosaic of green onto the walls.

Ansu felt something was off the moment he walked into the Holy See:

First, there were many people, far more than the usual crowd for prayers. Everyone's expression was serious and focused, yet tinged with excitement.

Second, the old priest at the entrance looked at him with obvious surprise, a hint of schadenfreude mixed in, which Ansu could clearly discern.

"Your Excellency, the Acolyte Saint Ansu Morningstar."

Father Danny's lips curved into a smile, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "May the Goddess's radiance illuminate your path—Good morning."

He sounded sarcastic.

"Who is that person?"

Ansu pointed to the young man being surrounded. He had blond hair and blue eyes, clad in the robes of a Chief Divine Official, and was the center of the commotion.

The young man knelt before the statue of the Goddess, his robes spread out on the marble floor as he prayed with a solemn expression.

Sunlight fell upon his chiseled features, making him look divine and solemn. Many girls surrounded him, truly like stars revolving around the moon.

"Acolyte Saint Ansu,"

Father Danny let out a soft hum. "That is Father Luwen's son, the Radiant One who is about to be promoted to Saint, Calvin, bestowed with the God-Bestowed Title of [Child of Radiance]."

What a long introduction.

"So there are three men kneeling before the statue?" Ansu asked with a smile.

The Priest was a high-ranking figure in this sub-chapel. Ansu had met Father Luwen before; he certainly had a powerful background.

"Please maintain your reverence."

Father Danny's fake smile vanished. "After tonight, Lord Calvin will be promoted to a Second-tier Sorcerer, unlike you."

"Tonight?" Ansu raised an eyebrow.

"A Witch Hunt—I imagine you, a young master, have never experienced it."

Father Danny stared into Ansu's eyes. "Personally hunt down terrifying heretics, and you shall receive the Goddess's favor."

"It's Blood Moon Day these few days. Esoteric Cultists will be sacrificing in large numbers."

"Lord Calvin has accumulated enough Faith Points, and he has also secured several strongholds of Second-tier Esoteric Cultists. After tonight, His Excellency will receive the Baptism and be promoted to a Second-tier Sorcerer."

To Father Danny's surprise, Ansu's expression remained unchanged. He simply let out a soft "Oh."

"He grew up alongside Acolyte Saintess Luojia."

Seeing Ansu's calm demeanor, Father Danny assumed he was feigning composure and snorted inwardly.

"He is the Acolyte Saintess's childhood friend. They say they are a match made in heaven."

The priest's underlying meaning was quite clear.

Calvin likes Luojia, and Luojia recommended Ansu, so Calvin must be unhappy with Ansu?

Calvin. Ansu had played through seven cycles and couldn't recall any NPC named Calvin, nor had he even heard Luojia mention him when playing the Saintess route.

He didn't even have an entry in the character codex.

He was a completely irrelevant character.

And he claimed to be Luojia's childhood friend.

Did Luojia know she had a childhood friend?

Ansu pondered, but what did it have to do with him? A Speedrun Player only cared about leveling up and killing. Women would only slow down his leveling speed.

"This spoiled brat is still so pretentious," Father Danny thought resentfully, seeing Ansu's continued indifference.

After a while.

Ansu spoke again. "By the way, has this young master finished praying yet? There's a line behind you."

Ansu was all about efficiency. The Son of the Priest had been kneeling there for ages, and a long queue had already formed behind him.

Besides, who prays with a crowd of girls surrounding them?

Ansu couldn't be bothered to waste more time here. He still had his studies for the day to complete—he turned to leave, planning to come back in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, the moment he turned and took a step, the Son of the Priest seemed to sense it.

"Are you leaving?" Calvin slowly stood up, his gaze as sharp as a falcon's, his tone rising. "Child of Curse?"

The moment the words "Child of Curse" were uttered, the entire chapel fell silent.

It was a taboo that no one could mention.

Many people held their breath, observing Ansu's reaction.

"I'm going to the library to read."

To everyone's surprise, Ansu didn't get angry, nor did he show any sign of being insulted. A gentle smile even played on his lips. He even asked with concern, "By the way, your legs must be numb after kneeling for so long, right?"

"A little numb." Calvin's mouth twitched slightly.

Why does this guy talk so annoyingly?

Who's going to discuss whether my legs are numb with you!

If he doesn't kneel for a while, how can he show his piety, Calvin!

The longer he kneels, the more his own votes he gets. Does this guy even understand?

Although he thought this in his heart, he couldn't say it like this.

"In the hall of faith, I have never been numb."

Calvin spoke with great gravitas, and the girls around him cast admiring glances at him.

"If you're not numb, walk a couple of steps," Ansu said.

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Calvin slowly let out a breath.

He told himself to maintain a dignified and elegant demeanor, to be solemn like a Paladin, and not to get angry with this foolish Child of Curse.

"Although my body is numb, my mind remains clear."

"Unlike someone else, whose mind is deeply shrouded in darkness and utterly numb," Calvin said, his words laced with barbs.

Calvin certainly had the right to be proud. His father had put considerable effort into obtaining the locations of several Esoteric Cultist strongholds, specifically leaving them for him to clear out and eliminate.

After tonight's Witch Hunt, he would be promoted to a Second-tier Sorcerer, and then he would smoothly pass the Saint Trial and become a noble Saint.

As for Ansu, this Child of Curse, he probably had never even been on the battlefield of a Witch Hunt in his life. How could he compete with Your Excellency Calvin?

Without Faith Points, he could neither exchange for Holy Light Magic books nor increase his mana. He couldn't become a Second-tier Sorcerer.

"If you're not numb, walk a couple of steps," Ansu said.

"…Can we stop talking about my numb legs?" Calvin's face was covered in black lines.

"Then let's change the topic,"

Ansu said, "Mr. Calvin, who has a clear mind, have you finished your homework?"

Have you finished your homework? A simple, unadorned question, a seemingly ordinary conversation, yet it carried immense destructive power.

It was a judgment from the depths of the soul, an innate suppression from a high-level Academic Mage towards any student, imbued with the purest malice—

Because Calvin's homework for the day had indeed not been touched.

It was all Ansu's fault for single-handedly increasing the workload for all the students preparing for the Saint Trial in the Border City!

Especially for those from prestigious noble families. Seeing that even the fallen Child of Curse, Ansu, was studying so hard, while their own upright children were so lazy, how could that be acceptable!

Being hit where it hurt, Calvin's mouth twitched even more.

The most common phrase he had heard in the past few weeks was, 'Look at how the children from the Morningstar Family do their work!'

This guy in front of him was the culprit behind his suffering.

Ansu bringing this up now was nothing short of a blatant provocation, wasn't it?

"You lowly Child of Curse,"

He said with a cold expression, "You pampered son of nobles, you've probably never set foot in an Esoteric Cultist's Altar, never eliminated an Esoteric Cultist, because they are your kind!"

"At the dawn of this night, I will be galloping on the battlefield of blood and light, while you, a cowardly and incompetent young master, will continue to hide in your castle!"

Unexpectedly, after Ansu listened patiently, he showed a look of surprise, and even his tone became sympathetic, "Your homework won't be finished until dawn? That's a bit pitiful."

Was the point of this sentence here?

The point was that I'm going to the battlefield, not doing that damned homework!

Calvin felt a mouthful of blood rising in his chest. He felt that if he continued to argue with this fellow, he would die of a cerebral hemorrhage.

"I hope that when I see you at the Saint Trial, your tongue will still be as sharp as it is today!"

After saying this, Calvin's legs gradually started to recover.

He walked straight out of the Holy See without looking back. As he passed Ansu, he deliberately bumped into his shoulder.

Miss Enya's voice sounded in Ansu's ear, "Do you need me to deal with him?"

"...You're too extreme."

Ansu shook his head. He slowly tidied his clothes, not angry, He just felt like he was dealing with a child, who would get agitated with a single poke and then blurt out so many words when they did. It was truly interesting.

He had managed to extract such important information by provoking him.

Operation at dawn tonight, right?

For top players, stealing monsters was basic operation.

If this little kid discovered that all the monsters around had been cleared out by him in advance, would he cry in frustration?

Ansu was even a little excited.

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