A short while later, in Terry City.
Roland sat and watched Grand Mage Pollas, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, cast detection spells.
"Detect Good," "Detect Order," "Detect Poison," "Detect Evil," "Detect Chaos"...
The radiance of various spells emerged, reacting to goodness and order.
Then Pollas casually cast "Protection from Good," neutralizing the corresponding power.
Watching the motes of light vanish in the air, Roland remarked, "You even know these divine spells, sir. You're truly learned!"
"Don't forget, Atrelin is also a nation that worships the God of Wisdom. Although we don't take on a second profession as priests, we can still break down some lower-tier divine spells and convert them into magic."
Grand Mage Pollas explained this to him.
"There are indeed traces of holy light lingering on you. This is a power unique to the Lord of Radiance."
Roland said, "I've had dealings with the Church of the God of Light before. I even made several donations to seek its protection. I never expected something like this to happen."
"There's no need to worry. This power does you no harm."
"That's because I'm still neutral and haven't slipped into an evil alignment..." Roland muttered. "If I accidentally drifted toward evil and got hit with this light, wouldn't I be in trouble?"
His succubus companion Aier seemed to have suffered some psychic damage and had been forced to go back and rest.
She was a lawful evil creature, so the effect on her was considerable.
Even without being deliberately targeted, she could hardly avoid a brief period of lethargy.
Roland couldn't help speculating. "Sir Pollas, was that woman I met a deity's messenger?
"Or... could she have been the Lord of Radiance in person?"
Grand Mage Pollas gave a dry cough and shook his head helplessly. "It