Vanessa’s beautiful eyes widened in shock.

Her mana, already depleted??

She had only been using it for a few seconds, not even as long as a lighter’s flame, and in less than five seconds, it had extinguished due to lack of magic??

The magic consumption of [Flames of Ten Thousand Divine Blessings] is just too outrageous, isn’t it?

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

This is the sacred flame that has slain countless demon kings.

She’s just a rookie who has barely left the beginner’s village, so being able to summon a small cluster of the Flames of Ten Thousand Divine Blessings is quite an achievement.

With her mana exhausted, the light pink-haired girl bent over, holding her knees, and sat weakly on the bed, gently brushing the hair from her forehead.

She stared blankly at the flawless girl in the mirror, seemingly unable to accept that the girl sitting upright on the bed with her hands on her knees was herself.

With her hands on her cheeks, she looked at the girl in the mirror, who resembled a pure snow lotus blooming amidst ruins, and realized something, her eyebrows gradually rising.

The unmade bed with its crumpled sheets, the clothes carelessly thrown on the bed, the tea in the cup on the small wooden table that had been sitting for who knows how many days, the water now dark and stale.

The trash bin was overflowing with garbage, much of it spilling out without being cleaned, and the corners were filled with dust.

Needless to say, the unseen corners of the room must have been colonized by some small creatures.

…Really, it’s so dirty and messy! Just being in this appalling place drives her crazy.

There must be a limit to being unkempt, right??

This has reached the level of slovenliness!

How did she manage to live in such a squalid place for so long before??

Vanessa pinched her delicate nose with her jade-like hand, rummaged through the cabinet for work gloves, washed them three times to ensure they were clean, and then put them on.

With the [Armour Fortress] gloves on top, wearing two layers of gloves made her feel that touching dirty things wouldn’t drive her crazy with her cleanliness obsession.

She fetched a broom, rags, and other cleaning tools from the basement, filled a bucket with water, and returned to her room to start cleaning.

Normally, she wouldn’t notice, but perhaps because Vanessa’s mental obsession with cleanliness is too severe, she felt extremely uncomfortable standing in the messy room, her nose constantly filled with a rotting and stinky smell.

Vanessa felt her sanity points dropping rapidly.

She held her breath and braced herself to start the cleaning work.

How unsanitary was I before? It’s hard to imagine how I could be so slovenly as to not clean the room for so long.

First, she made the bed, folding the clothes neatly and placing them in the wardrobe, then tidied up the bedding.

Vanessa had never done housework before, but she found herself surprisingly adept at it.

She emptied the trash bin into a cloth bag and threw it outside the door.

Indeed, it’s better not to have a trash bin in the bedroom; it turns the bedroom into a garbage dump, which is very unsanitary.

Vanessa moved the trash bin to the basement, returned to the bedroom, and meticulously mopped the floor three times, wiped the table five times, took down the curtains to wash them, and didn’t miss any dirty corners.

After tidying everything up and ensuring the room looked spotless, before Vanessa could relax, the pungent smell of cheap alcohol wafting from the cellar instantly tightened every nerve in her body.

Ah, she almost forgot, she hadn’t dealt with the cheap alcohol stored in the cellar by Winnie.

So, Vanessa went downstairs, pinched her nose, and approached the cellar door.

As soon as she opened a crack, the smell rushed into her nostrils, stimulating her scalp and making every hair on her body stand on end.

The terrible smell seemed omnipresent.

Vanessa quickly closed the door, looking utterly defeated, feeling like she had been subjected to inhumane treatment.

What a terrible smell, why did I have to keep such extremely bad and disgusting things at home??

If she could drag her past self out, she would really like to scold the former Winnie severely.

And the thought of her past self putting these dirty and disgusting liquids into her mouth and swallowing them made Vanessa feel that even the cellar door couldn’t block the pungent and nauseating smell.

She leaned against the door, her stomach churning, feeling like she wanted to vomit.

So, so disgusting……..

Although she had only opened the door, she felt like her hair was tainted with this unbearable alcohol.

These wines, she would deal with them after she changed back; clearly, she couldn’t handle such things now.

She found a few rags, cut them into strips, and stuffed them into the cracks of the cellar door, then Vanessa finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She must take a good bath tonight to wash away these dirty residues from her body and hair.

Returning to the room, she thought about sitting on the bed but realized she wasn’t clean and didn’t dare to sit down.

Looking at the refreshed bedroom, Vanessa found it hard to believe that she, who had never done any housework before, could be so skilled, as if this body was fully equipped with housekeeping abilities, handling these tasks without any hesitation, efficiently and deftly.

Glancing out the window, it was already afternoon.

She had been cleaning all morning but didn’t feel tired at all; instead, she was full of energy.

Vanessa felt incredible. She walked over to the mithril mace hanging on the wall.

After becoming Vanessa, she felt her gaze constantly drifting towards it; this mithril mace seemed particularly eye-catching to her.

She took down the mithril mace, swung it a few times with one hand, effortlessly.

Then, as if realizing something, she covered her mouth in disbelief.

So light.

Vanessa tried swinging the mace again; it felt weightless, but from the sound of the mace cutting through the air, it was clear that the weight of the mithril mace hadn’t decreased, but her strength had increased to a terrifying level.

Vanessa then remembered that the Saintness of Radiance were all strong beauties, seemingly delicate healing nuns on the surface, but in reality, they were the most combat-capable in the Church of Radiance.

This Saintness understands religious teachings, but if you don’t, this Saintness also knows a bit about martial arts.

Vanessa tried lightly tapping an old wooden stool next to her with her fist, only to hear a muffled sound as the stool shattered into pieces, instantly falling apart.

Oh no.

Now she was sure, after the bloodline awakening, her strength had indeed increased to a terrifying level.

Remembering that she had dragged this mithril mace back before, and now she could lift it with one hand, feeling as light as a feather.

But although her strength was different from before, there were also drawbacks.

Vanessa looked down, well, she couldn’t see her toes, blocked by the magnificent and continuous mountains.

It must be said, as a healer, the healing output she produces is indeed… cough.

Vanessa’s face turned slightly red as she averted her gaze.

Holding the mace, she not only felt it was extremely easy to use but also felt a sense of perfect combination of skill and routine, as if this body was naturally adept at close combat weapons, especially maces.

Good thing she hadn’t sold this mithril mace before, or she would have suffered a great loss.

With the bloodline and divine blessing awakened, and the ability to change back, Vanessa was now very excited.

She felt that perhaps from now on, she could change her destiny.

With the bloodline of the Blessed Angel, wouldn’t the entrance examination be a piece of cake? She could easily…

…No, wait.

Vanessa narrowed her beautiful eyes and calmed down.

Recalling the deliberate placement of spies in her home and the malicious rumors spread against her, it was clear that someone was deliberately targeting her.

The servant who stayed after her parents’ death proved that the person behind this wanted to monitor not just her parents, but also her.

Why? She was just a good-for-nothing, crazy, and unruly scion, who hadn’t awakened any divine blessing, with only a one-star magic aptitude, practically a waste.

Why go through such lengths to monitor her?

And who was monitoring her?

In other words, who was so afraid of her??

The Church…

The reason she could still live freely today might precisely be because she had no talent and hadn’t awakened her bloodline. If the Church found out she had now awakened her bloodline, what would happen?

Would they welcome her back as a saint? No, they wouldn’t.

On the contrary, they would most likely quietly nip her in the bud, or perhaps use some means to control her life, turning her into a puppet saint of the Church, thereafter losing her freedom, with every smile and frown controlled by others.

Besides, the great nobles would also covet her in the shadows, making her a target of public criticism.

Thinking of this series of problems, Vanessa calmly sat on the long chair, her hands flat on her knees.

Vanessa felt that exposing her awakened bloodline now would not only bring no benefits but also a lot of trouble, even leading to fatal disasters.

At least, before her strength was sufficient, she must not let anyone know that she had awakened her bloodline.