The thick wooden door was slowly pushed open, revealing a cavernous hall that was slightly dim despite the lamps hanging from the walls.

  In the deepest part of the hall, there was an elderly man sitting on a throne with a crown on his head. He was holding a diamond-studded staff that was shimmering with glorious light, striking the onlooker with the urge to revere and pray to it.

  At the foot of a gem-studded staircase leading up to the throne, there was a small humanoid figure standing at the center of the hall.

  A beam of light shone down from the ceiling directly onto her body, and it was as if a shimmering golden veil had been draped over her.

  She was none other than Amy, but it was still a mystery to Mag how she had ended up here.

  “It’s the pope; he won’t hurt Amy,” Luna said in a quiet voice as she laid a hand on Mag’s arm.

  Mag hesitated momentarily before withdrawing his outstretched foot. He looked up at the elderly man on the throne, who was sitting there in a stationary statuesque manner. His benevolent features made it impossible to develop any enmity toward him, and he was appraising Amy with a pair of light blue eyes that were gleaming like diamonds.

  “What does he want to do?” Mag was still feeling rather wary. The current pope, Kant, had outlasted the two kings prior to Andre. He witnessed the church’s fall from grace, but he continued to urge the church to accept these changes without resistance, thereby indicating that he was very much a man of peace. However, Amy was far too important to Mag, so he couldn’t help but feel wary of this benevolent old pope.

  Amy extended a little hand with a curious look on her face, inspecting the golden light that was falling onto palm. A joyful smile appeared on her face as specks of golden light began to converge toward her back, manifesting into a pair of golden semi-transparent wings. She gently flapped those wings, and her feet left the ground as she rose up into the air.

  “Wow! I can fly now!”


  Amy was squealing with delight as she attempted to control the wings. Her body rose up higher and higher, and even though her ascent was a little unstable, she was most definitely flying.

  “Meow!”


  Ugly Duckling looked up at Amy with an urgent expression, flapping its front paws with all its might as if it were also trying to fly.

  “This light……” Mag looked on at the flying Amy with a hint of surprise on his face. There were some races in this world who were capable of flight such as vampires, but elves were definitely not on this list.

  Unless they could manifest wings with magic or use some magic tools to help them fly, there was no elf who could fly without using any magic.

  As such, the only possibility was that the beam of light shining down on Amy had granted her the ability of flight.

  Amy was adorable as ever as she rose up into the air. She was like a holy fairy who was full of spritely energy, making it difficult for the onlooker to turn their gaze away from her.

  “The one chosen by God! You really are the one chosen by God! I can’t believe it……” The pope looked up at Amy, and his perpetually calm eyes were currently filled with excitement.

  “Woah!!!”


  Amy flapped her little wings as she danced through the air in the hall. Only after a while did she notice that Mag and Luna were standing at the entrance to the hall, and she immediately yelled with elation, “Father, Teacher Luna, look! I can fly now!”


  Mag smiled as he gestured toward Amy, and urged, “Amy, get down from there.”


  “Alright,” Amy replied obediently before flying toward Mag. However, she failed to control her speed during her descent, and plummeted straight down when she was still around two meters away from the ground. Thankfully, Mag was able to react in time to catch her in his arms.

  “Heehee, I knew Father would catch me.” An elated smile appeared on her face before she turned around to look at the old man sitting on the throne. Her smile widened even further as she said, “Grandpa Sparkles, thank you for giving me these wings!”


  “God chose you, not me. If you want to thank someone, then you should be expressing your gratitude toward God.” The pope smiled at Amy as he said, “Would you be willing to join our church to become our holy maiden? If you’d like, this crown will be yours, and you’ll become the owner of this entire church.”


  Luna’s mouth slowly gaped open as she looked on with incredulity. The pope was asking Amy to become the holy maiden and take over the church? That was insane!

  Mag was also completely stunned by this turn of events. Amy had merely played a game of hide-and-seek, yet she had been chosen by the pope to become the holy maiden. Did that mean she was going to become the next pope?

  Even for a man who possessed a vast array of experiences like Mag, this notion was quite difficult to digest.

  Even though the church wasn’t as powerful as it once had been, it was still very influential within the upper echelons of the Roth Empire.

  Even when Andre was being inaugurated, he had to kneel down and kiss the back of the pope’s hand. Only after the pope placed the crown on his head did he officially become the king.

  However, the pope was now offering such a prestigious position to Amy without even a second thought. Mag felt as if he were dreaming as he gawked at the old man seated on the throne.

  Before Mag had a chance to ponder the issue any further, Amy shook her head with a serious expression, and said, “Sorry, Grandpa Sparkles, but I don’t like to sit so high up, and this church is too big for me, so I’ll have to refuse. I want to live with Father in his restaurant and eat all types of delicious foods every day.”


  Amy had turned down such a brilliant opportunity in preference for delicious food. In her heart, the position of pope couldn’t even compare to a bowl of tofu pudding.

  Thankfully, there weren’t any other people around. Otherwise, Mag would have to be wary of jealous reactions from passersby.

  The pope also faltered slightly upon hearing this, clearly not expecting his offer to be declined, particularly not for such an absurd reason. He appraised the serious expression on Amy’s face with a warm smile, and said, “If you become the pope, you’ll be entitled to many rights. No one on the Norland Continent will be able to hurt those you want to protect, and of course, you’ll get to eat whatever you want.”


  “But I only want to eat Father’s cooking, and I only want to live with Father and no one else.” Amy shook her head as she said, “Also, I’m super strong right now, so I’ll definitely be able to protect Father in the future.”


  If Amy’s words were to be heard by the rest of the world, they would definitely create a massive stir. After all, there was most likely no other person in this world who would refuse an offer to become the pope for such a reason.

  This…… was downright insane.