The intruder smiled, her eyes crinkling elegantly. Then, with a graceful bow, she allowed her black ceremonial robe to settle gently.
“Forgive my somewhat discourteous arrival. I greet Your Majesty, the noble Queen of the Vinchester Kingdom. I am Ailette Rodeline, the Sacred Scripture of the Word Church.”
“…The Sacred Scripture, you say?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
Murmurs erupted from all corners.
“The Sacred Scripture!”
“My God, the one from Ragneif…!”
“The saint who wields Divine Descent!”
News of the upheaval in the Ragneif Arcane Republic had already spread across the Serentra Continent.
The Sacred Scripture was a figure as shrouded in rumors as the Archmage. There was no one who hadn’t heard of her: the protagonist of Divine Descent, a servant of a new god; one of only two 9th-tier transcendents in the world; the savior who single-handedly vanquished Moriel, the 166th-ranked demon.
But to believe that such an extraordinary being stood before them…