Sand swirled in the wind, dust sparkling like stars.
The black ashes gathered bit by bit, finally settling into a pair of snow-white palms.
Maid Miss softly murmured a name. "Assath, you did very well..."
She lifted them and tucked them into her embrace.
The Light of Hope shone over the City of Freedom. Maid Miss gazed at Joan, the girl bearing the expectations of all believers within that radiance, and fell into thought.
Boss Luo silently approached her side, carrying a listless little elf in his hand.
"Joan..." The little elf spoke for the first time.
So it wasn't incapable of speech after all.
"A new legend has been born." Maid Miss spoke calmly instead. "Congratulations, Lord Michael."
The little elf opened and closed its mouth before murmuring, "It was originally prepared for you..."
"Though I'm grateful, I have no use for something like that anymore." Maid Miss shook her head and said softly, "Lord Michael, assist her properly and bring more faith to the City of Freedom."
The little elf froze.
It was Michael, yet it was not Michael. It was merely the formation of an obsession, a spirit born from the faith of the City of Freedom gathering within the statue of the Saint of Freedom.
The true archangel was unable to see it, because it was something split off from the archangel.
Boss Luo waved his hand, and the little elf was sent into the Light of Hope... He glanced at Maid Miss and asked softly, "Is this enough?"
Maid Miss tilted her head and said rather seriously, "If the Seven Cities lose even one city, the quality of faith in the Holy Light Kingdom will drop considerably each cycle. The birth of a new saint also means the arrival of a period of faith dividends.