The Goddess of Graceful Radiance, Varelis, the founder of the Church of Radiance and the creator of the root soul technique “Saint Envoy,” is one of the ancient Saints who inherited the bloodline of the “Blessed Angel.”

Among the many Saints, some titles were self-proclaimed and later widely spread, but Varelis’s title was bestowed upon her by others.

She was called the “Goddess of Graceful Radiance” because the continent of Terraria was plagued by pestilence and war at that time.

The sick and injured could only lie in bed waiting for death, and the continent was engulfed in despair and lifelessness.

The “Goddess of Graceful Radiance,” Varelis, pitied the suffering of all living beings and generously shared the root soul technique “Saint Envoy” she had created, teaching it freely to anyone capable of learning it.

This led to the emergence of the first healing-type soul technique on the continent.

This is what sets Varelis apart from other Saint families.

Most other Saint families kept their root soul techniques hidden or only taught them to their loyal subordinates.

Only Varelis generously shared her knowledge without reservation.

As the strongest healing soul technique, both in the past and present, “Saint Envoy” has saved countless lives.

To this day, it remains the only healing soul technique in human nations and is still regarded as the “Treasure of Radiance” by the Church of Radiance.

This is also the reason for the existence of the Church of Radiance.

Today, “Saint Envoy” has become the exclusive soul technique of the church, and only those who join the church are allowed to absorb and learn it.

Interestingly, as a direct descendant of Varelis, Winnie is unable to learn “Saint Envoy” because the magical aptitude requirement for “Saint Envoy” is four stars, while he only has one star.

Apart from his aversion to the church, the young Winnie might have also been unable to accept the fact that, as a descendant of the “Goddess of Graceful Radiance,” he couldn’t even absorb “Saint Envoy.”

Fearing ridicule, he dared not approach the church.

It is worth mentioning that Varelis has an illustration in the game “Carilliman Citrus,” depicted as a beautiful young girl with light cherry-colored hair and pink peach-shaped eyes, her gentle smile exuding a healing aura while also being charmingly alluring.

In the illustration, she wore a pristine white lace dress and white long boots, perfectly fitting the image of a holy angelic maiden who pities all living beings.

After seeing Varelis’s illustration, Winnie felt a deep sense of regret, wishing she were one of the game’s romanceable characters.

In “Carilliman Citrus,” all female characters are stunningly beautiful, but compared to the heroine, Aesphyra, they fall slightly short.

Only Varelis, in terms of both figure and appearance, could rival Aesphyra.

In Winnie’s eyes, Varelis even aligned more with his preferences.

Unfortunately, she is not a romanceable character, as in the game’s lore, Varelis died thousands of years ago.

Winnie couldn’t understand why the developers would create an illustration for a character who had been dead for millennia.

Standing before Varelis’s statue, Winnie looked up at it.

He wasn’t there simply to pay homage to his ancestor’s statue; he had come up with another idea.

After a day of experimentation, he felt he had almost figured out the virtue mechanism.

If doing good deeds could earn virtue, then praying to the goddess in the church should surely count as a good deed, right?

Moreover, this virtue system clearly belonged to the Varelis family, which seemed like an obvious hint.

If praying could earn virtue, why would he need to spend money?

He could just pray to his ancestor!

Let’s go!

Start praying!

Thus, Winnie stood before the statue, hands clasped together, head bowed in silence.

During this time, many church personnel passed by.

Some recognized him and were utterly astonished, their expressions varied, with many carrying a hint of mockery.

In just one day, Winnie’s clownish behavior at the royal banquet had become known throughout the city.

Not only that, the scandal was spreading to other Nations beyond the kingdom.

After all, the foolish things he had done in the past were too absurd.

Those who pursued Mirexia were also happy to see the situation escalate, even secretly fanning the flames.

Winnie was already a notorious playboy in the capital, his reputation so bad that even dogs would avoid him.

Despite this, he shamelessly pursued the kingdom’s most dazzling jewel.

Given the chance, everyone was eager to kick him while he was down, and rumors spread like wildfire.

Coupled with the widespread rumors that Winnie was a fraudulent descendant of the goddess, most church personnel held a strong dislike for him.

“This uneducated cripple must have been too traumatized, coming to the church to worship the goddess,” some clergy members whispered.

“Shh, keep it down, don’t let anyone hear you.”

“What if they do? The entire capital is condemning this mad dog who doesn’t know his place. What can he possibly do to me?”

“Hey, don’t say that~ After all, doesn’t he always claim to be a descendant of the ‘Goddess of Graceful Radiance’? Hahaha.”

“A descendant of the goddess? Tsk, do you really believe he’s a descendant of the goddess? Hasn’t there always been a rumor?………”

“Everyone says, how could the goddess’s ‘Sacred Blessing’ just disappear like that? The true Varelis family must have died out, allowing some shameless, lowly clan to take their name!”

“Look at him. Everyone knows the Varelis family is full of stunning beauties and handsome mens, with hair and eye colors matching the goddess’s light cherry and pink peach hues. And him? Unremarkable, with light blue hair. Varelis? Does he even deserve that name?”

Amidst the surrounding slander and insults, Winnie turned a deaf ear.

He was busy and had no time to care about what these irrelevant people were saying.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: Old woman! Hurry up and drop some coins!

The clergy members continued their unrestrained discussion, thinking their voices were low enough.

But even if they were louder, it wouldn’t matter.

Winnie, this notorious scoundrel, was now like a rat crossing the street, everyone wanted to beat him. Who would care about a little gossip?

However, what they didn’t know was that while Winnie paid no attention, someone else had witnessed the entire scene.

“Princess, please forgive this embarrassment,” the Radiance Archbishop of the capital said awkwardly, following Mirexia’s gaze to the scene in the church courtyard, clutching his porcelain teacup tightly.

“The way your clergy greets the faithful is truly unique,” Mirexia, dressed in an elaborate lotus-edged gown, ignored the archbishop and spoke softly.

With golden hair, blue eyes, skin as pale as frost, and delicate golden lashes shimmering with light, the princess exuded a noble and cold beauty, like a gem adorning a crown.

She crossed her slender legs, clad in white knee-high socks as smooth as ice cream.

The lotus-edged gown couldn’t fully conceal the lush valley of her figure.

Her radiant golden hair, tied with a dark blue butterfly clip, cascaded in twin tails down to her thighs, like flowing gold.

The princess held a tea tray, taking a delicate sip.

Her icy blue eyes calmly observed the two clergy members below, as well as Winnie, who had clearly heard their remarks but chose to ignore them.

“Uh, well…” The archbishop was extremely embarrassed.

Today was supposed to be an important visit from Princess Mirexia, and now this had happened.

He had just been boasting to the princess about how rigorous and strict the selection process for the capital’s clergy was, emphasizing their manners and etiquette…

Now, it felt like a slap to his face.

Mirexia’s words were elegant and cold, as usual, without any hint of sarcasm or accusation.

Yet, to the listener, it felt like a sharp rebuke.

Perhaps this was the art of royal family’s speech, using words and tone that conveyed no personal emotion, yet somehow expressed everything.

“No offense intended. I’m just curious, do your clergy greet all the faithful in this manner?”

“This, this… Princess, please forgive us. I will ensure stricter discipline from now on. As for these two, I will deal with them today,” the archbishop replied, sweating profusely.

True, the Camella royal family couldn’t interfere with church affairs, but as the first heir to the Camella throne, Mirexia could easily send a letter to the Pope, offering greetings while subtly mentioning a few words.

Wouldn’t that lead to his immediate replacement?

Mirexia remained silent, her gaze shifting to Winnie, who was praying before the statue.

She took another sip of tea, her expression unreadable.

It was rare to see that scoundrel in the church.

She had thought that after the banquet rejection, given Winnie’s personality, it would be a while before she saw him again.

What was he up to this time?

Mirexia couldn’t quite figure it out.