Rhea’s face darkened. "Please…… bring them inside. I will look into them."

  "You—" he strode towards her in a few steps. Trying to use his huge frame to cover her from the eyes of the pagans. He lowered his head and squinted at her. "What is this, Princess? What are you doing?" he hissed.

  "Bishop…… I am doing my job. Just like what the gods wanted." She smiled. Every time she used the name of the gods, the bishop’s face would contort. But he cannot rebut her. What was he supposed to say? That he didn’t want her to help people?

  Clearly, the show already attracted the attention of everyone around them. He squinted at Rhea. "You will regret this."

  In response, Rhea just smirked before her eyes suddenly turned red. Before the Bishop could say anything, her lips opened into a small scream before she tumbled to the ground, her butt hitting the stony pathway inside the gates.

  The screams of the people in the gates soon broke the silence that followed.

  "The Bishop hurt the Sybill!"

  That was only the first of the accusations that were thrown towards Bishop Atlas. The chaos that followed was something that even Rhea never expected. At this point, she wasn’t aware of the influence that the Sybill had in this country.

  She thought they were just priestesses, princesses, and people that could see the future. She was wrong.

  To her surprise, the people outside of these walls are already treating her as their protector. The rumors about her creating those talismans to protect the villagers to the point of exhaustion already reached the corners of the Zealandia. People who wanted to be safe from the dark ones and rogues are now on their way towards her palace, hoping that she could save their family.

  Rhea underestimated the human’s desire to survive. She never thought that the people here would be so desperate to survive. Actually, even Lily was not blaming herself for her wrong assumptions. In the first place, she was only relying on the previous Rhea’s memory about this world.

  Sadly, Rhea was considered a princess of the Larsen Family. Her knowledge about the outside world was mediocre at best. She read the books and listened to stories. But aside from that, she knew nothing about the world outside of the thick and tall walls that surrounded her.

  Rhea watched as the people pushed the guards to the ground and attacked the Bishop as if their lives were depending on it.

  "Protect the Sybill!" she heard someone shout in the middle of the chaos.

  "Brig the Sybill inside!"

  "Protect the Sybill!"

  She watched as the guards surrounded her. She felt someone helped her up and look up to see a white-haired man smiling at her.

  "Are you hurt?" his baritone voice seemed to make her heart skip. She shook her head in a daze and turned her head away.

  "I’m fine. Please let me go."

  "It’s not safe here," the man said.

  "I’m fine." She removed his hands from her arm and pushed one guard away, creating a space enough for her to pass through. "Wait!" she said. "Don’t hurt them!"

  "Protect the Sybill!" she heard the guards behind her shout.

  "Don’t hurt them! How could you raise your hands against innocents!" Of course, Rhea wasn’t planning to stop her dramatic. Tears run down her cheeks. "Stop! Please…… stop!" she yelled, attracting the attention of people. Seeing her state, the people who are attacking the guards and the bishop stopped the assault. Soon, guilt became apparent in their faces.

  Rhea wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "Bring me the wounded. I will heal them." She said in a gentle voice.

  When the people heard her voice, commotion once again started. However, this time, the crowd stopped attacking anyone. Instead, they helped some of them who fell on the ground and the others who got injured from the stampede.

  Rhea didn’t hesitate. She ripped a part of her white dress and used it to create a talisman. The thing about creating those talismans is the fact that one cannot directly use them to a person. Usually, people would use a piece of blessed paper, but she had no papers around her. And she was trying to show off.

  After all, she wanted the people to help her leave this place.

  Despite being pale and weak, Rhea started chanting a spell that was never heard of. It was a healing spell that she was planning to inscribe inside the piece of clothing. She eyed the fabric and silently prayed that it would work.

  The spell hasn’t been used by anyone else before. People here only thought that Sybills could create protection spell, and the church made sure to emphasize this fact. Even Lily was wondering if the church knew about this spell. She couldn’t remember the previous Rhea knowing about this or the priest around her mention something like this.

  The reason why she was able to do something like this was only that she was copying a talisman that she found in her space. She didn’t know who made the talisman or what world it was from. She couldn’t remember making it, so she was certain it was from someone else.

  She remembered it as a talisman that could heal people. Based on her analysis, the talisman should work in this world just like the potion that she drank to get rid of the poison in her body.

  When she saw the fabric started to have golden glimmering symbols, Rhea lowered her head as she hid the excitement in her eyes. It seems that she was right? The talisman from her space has the same properties in this world. Meaning, she could recreate the other talismans that she found in her space too!

  Rhea grew more excited as she thought of the other talismans that she could make. There are talismans that could summon huge fireballs and arrows of water. Another one was a protection talisman that stopped any types of attacks towards her.

  She hid the smile on her face as she thought of where she got all those talismans. She wondered if someone gave it to her or…… she stole it from an important person. Either way, she was thankful and was planning to use those talismans to survive in this world.