In the Name of Empress-Chapter 522 - 329: Scar or Holy Mark? (Part 4)

Fortunately, Alina seems in good spirits, breathing evenly, heart beating strongly, with no signs of injury on her entire body.

After waiting for a while with no signs of Alina waking up, Sylph gritted her teeth and was forced to use Insight on her.

Insight, activate!

Sweat continually formed on Sylph’s forehead. Usually, when she used Insight, it was just to check for hostility. This time, it was serious; she needed to see if Alina was alright.

Under the observation of the Insight vision, Alina’s body appeared like translucent jelly.

Signs of life are very stable.

Mental state is very stable.

Fatigue level is diminishing.

Uh, seems like nothing’s wrong, just asleep?

Sylph let out a sigh of relief, summoned Alina’s Demonic Puppet Maid, gave her some instructions, then left.

She suddenly felt no mood to find Roland and Christine.

The arrival of Sofia, Christine’s rage, the battle in the hall, the failure of divination, each event turned out unexpectedly, leaving her more confused about the future.

...

While Sylph was lost in confusion, Roland was also in torment.

He was very worried about Christine’s condition; he insisted on staying with her last night, but she claimed she was fine and refused his company.

Roland, who always respected those around him, was exceptionally stubborn this time, insisting on staying.

Christine sat on the edge of the bed, biting her lip, removing her outerwear, while Roland turned away but refused to leave, even coming up with reasons for his actions.

"You are the Allied Commander-in-Chief, and I cannot afford the consequences if something happens to you."

Seeing Roland so shameless, Christine was too angry to say a word and simply handed the bandage and Holy Water Bottle to Roland.

"If you’re so worried, then you should heal me."

Facing Christine’s clear eyes and scant innerwear, Roland could only give in.

He summoned a nun from the Divine Court of Light to treat Christine.

This guy is always so stubborn, only accepting treatment from nuns of his sect, completely disregarding doctors and heretic priests.

Luckily, the nun was skilled in healing techniques, helping bandage Christine’s wound and applying holy water to hasten recovery.

After handling everything, the nun gently reminded Roland not to disturb the Saintess’s rest, only to be waved away by Roland.

Christine’s injuries were considerable, coupled with the fatigue from battle, she fell asleep quickly.

When she woke up again, only Roland was sitting by the bed lost in thought.

Seeing Christine in her thin clothes sitting up, Roland proactively turned away to avoid embarrassment. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Miss Saintess dressed quietly, her cool voice sounded from behind.

"Roland, with a clear mind, there’s no need to avoid too much. God says..."

Hearing Christine’s calm voice, Roland felt both happy and worried.

Happy that Christine was recovering well, worried because her spirit wasn’t quite right.

Roland turned around, momentarily stunned.

Christine was wearing scant clothing without an overcoat.

This outfit was very subtle.

Calling it revealing, everything that should be covered was covered; calling it conservative, except for the covered parts, nothing else was hidden.

Roland blushed slightly, preparing to turn around.

If it were another woman, he wouldn’t mind looking a few more times, but he respects Christine.

Unlike those flamboyant women who, under the guise of a Saintess, secretly seduced men, Christine truly lived up to the title of Saintess.

Her faith was sincere, her strength extraordinary, and her beauty remarkably appealing.

At least until last night.

Roland couldn’t help but glance at Christine’s injured area.

The wound on her chest was tightly bandaged, but from the bandage’s curvature, her already modest figure had lost its last hills in yesterday’s storm.

For a girl who loved beauty, this indeed was a significant blow.

But Christine seemed indifferent, her expression exceptionally calm, showing no signs of forced composure.

Apparently, she didn’t care.

"Bearing offspring is a woman’s sacred duty. If I weren’t a reclusive Saintess, I might not reject becoming a mother, but I am."

Christine’s voice was particularly clear, "These scars are my badges, hmm, I won’t need to bind my chest when wearing armor in the future."

Roland’s voice was stuck in his throat; he couldn’t say a single word.

Christine’s defiance against Sofia’s provocation cut off the path of compromise. He wasn’t too angry, just annoyed by her self-assertion.

Originally, he planned to reprimand her, but looking at her current state, he found himself unable to say anything.

Luckily, the scars on her face were light, not much affected, perhaps it could recover with some rest.

As Roland was lost in thought, Christine suddenly laughed.

"Do you think I’ve been disfigured beyond repair?"

"Just feeling a bit regretful, after all, it was a beauty akin to a masterpiece..." Roland couldn’t think of a lie, so he had to speak the truth.

"No need to regret, I’ve gained scars and simultaneously acquired a Holy Mark."

Christine’s slender finger pointed to the scars on her cheek, smiling and said, "You should really study the Light Scripture, it records the emblem the Goddess used before entering the Divine Domain."

"The simplified version of the Light Badge matches my scars exactly."

"Huh?" Roland was stunned, somewhat disbelieving, so he reached into the void, and a Light Scripture appeared before him.

With the continuous accumulation on the Scholar’s path, the books stored in the Void Library by Roland also increased significantly.

After all, he is a Knight of Light, and even if he doesn’t have time to read the scripture regularly, keeping a copy is necessary.

Christine took the book from Roland’s hand, skillfully flipping to the records of the Goddess of Light spreading light in the Theia Plane before entering the Divine Domain.