In the prayer room where the sacrament was being held.

Rukna and the archbishop stood side by side, looking at the glass bowl filled with holy water on the altar.

“Will this suffice?”

The archbishop had just received a communication from the dwarf elder.

It stated that the information about Rukna contained in Muspelheim’s ‘Main Cube’ had been erased.

The dwarves’ ‘Main Cube’ was a repository of knowledge where all the information and knowledge of the world gathered.

It had been used both when pulling Kim Ha Young’s soul into this world and whenever the holy sword provided new information.

Once the information was erased from this cube, all those who knew her would forget Rukna Golden.

Not forgotten in an instant, but slowly and naturally, like forgetting what you had for lunch the day before yesterday.

The same would be true of the future she would live as a descendant of ‘Closet’.

“Erasing one’s existence from the world is simpler than I thought.”

If this was a world within a book, it was no different than having all the sentences containing her name erased.

The feeling of carving out her existence with her own hands was quite complicated.

“Was Saint Closet also erased from history like this?”

The legendary saint who sealed the Demon King in her own body and walked into the demon’s egg was expressed in only a few lines in the history books, with no face or previous history left behind.

“It’s similar. Only one person is said to have recorded her.”

“Who was that?”

“The hero Wiegratz.”

It is said that he waited for the saint who sealed the Demon King in her own body to return, and left a record of her in his diary.

As soon as she heard those words, Rukna thought of Matian.

Even if everyone forgets me, will you at least remember me as the ‘Rukna Golden’ who lived?

‘I wanted to be erased from everyone’s memory, but I’m making a foolish wish.’

Rukna bowed her head towards the archbishop, facing her own petty heart.

“Thank you, Your Holiness.”

“Don’t mention it. I only granted your request because you said you were ready to live as Saint Closet. Won’t you be disappointed?”

“About what?”

“About having to run away like this just before graduation.”

As the archbishop said, there wasn’t much time left until graduation.

Rukna bit her lower lip and held back her answer. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed, but it was no longer a situation she could endure.

“I’ve done my best. Anyway, I delivered an uncontaminated holy sword to the hero, unlike the prophecy of the Red Eagle. If I’ve twisted the predestined ending a little, my role ends here.”

“Hmm.”

“The pilgrimage procession departs today, right?”

Rukna chose the pilgrimage to both run away and go through the formal priest process.

Because this procedure was necessary in case she needed to return to being Kim Ha Young later.

“That’s right, but are you sure you’ll be okay? The locals will be quite hostile.”

Originally, one could only participate in the pilgrimage after passing the scriptures test and developing holy power through spiritual training.

It could take anywhere from two years at the shortest to over a decade at the longest.

But Rukna skipped all these processes as Closet.

‘If it were announced that a descendant of Closet was alive, everyone would have understood, but…’

It was still too early for that. So this could be seen as favoritism by other priests, and the gaze cast upon her would not be kind.

“Don’t worry, Your Holiness. I’m used to that sort of thing.”

“If you say so. Then are you ready to officially become a priest?”

The archbishop tilted his head slightly and smiled elegantly. The silver hair that slipped down sparkled like moonlight.

“Yes.”

Rukna nodded and took off the white cloak she had been wearing on her shoulders.

She was wearing a pristine white sleeveless dress.

The garment, made only with knotting techniques without the use of scissors or needles, symbolized peace and purity.

The silky, glossy, and soft fabric concealed her plain body that had not yet returned to female form.

The archbishop scooped up the holy water with a silver ladle resembling a scoop and poured it over her head three times.

The holy water soaked Rukna’s hair and face, and dripped onto her shoulders.

Then, as the effect of the gender juice wore off, her flat chest swelled.

Her waist became even more slender, the curves leading to her hips became more pronounced, and her short-cut hair slowly grew to shoulder length.

‘Have I really returned to being a real woman?’

Rukna smiled bitterly as she looked down at her own body.

The wet garment clung to her pale skin, making the changes in her body feel even more stark.

“It’s really amazing.”

She had merely regained her true gender, but she felt strange. Looking back, it had been similar when she fell into the Lake of Truth.

It was embarrassing, but she felt refreshed as if she had put down a great burden.

“Your Holiness?”

Rukna raised her head towards the archbishop, who showed no reaction.

“Your Holiness, are you alright?”

Rukna reached out to him as he just stared at her.

“Ah.”

The archbishop, who came to his senses belatedly, avoided Rukna’s hand and took a step back to maintain distance.

“You’ve returned.”

“Yes. I’ve felt this way before, but it’s a strange feeling.”

Rukna lowered her embarrassing hand.

“Strange indeed. Rather…”

The archbishop pressed his lips tightly together.

As her appearance hidden by the gender juice was revealed, the power of the indwelling soul, the holy power that only he could see, shone even more beautifully.

The archbishop recalled the verse in the Bible that states the Creator’s love is given equally to all.

If he did not know the future that the descendant of the saint had to bear on her shoulders, he might have doubted this verse.

The cruel God made it so that the beautiful aurora could only be seen in the cold, dark night sky.

As the archbishop made a complicated expression, Rukna tilted her head.

“Rather what?”

“…Rather, you are more beautiful.”

“I was wondering why you were hesitating so much to say that. Can’t you at least give me a compliment, even if it’s empty words?”

Rukna grumbled at the archbishop, who was stingy only to her.

“If you feel wronged, why don’t you fast and pray too? Your jawline will become quite sharp.”

The archbishop left those spiteful words and exited the prayer room first.

‘What’s wrong with my jaw!’

Rukna stared blankly at his back and touched her soft, fleshy jaw.

…The food at the military academy was really delicious. Yes, indeed.

A few days later.

The Golden County was currently in a state of emergency.

It was because Matian Wiegratz, who had retrieved the holy sword, had barged into the estate.

In his right hand was the holy sword dripping with monster blood, and in his left hand was a bag containing sweet jam and scones.

‘What kind of bizarre combination is that!’

The complexion on the face of Perta Golden, who had strived to become a handsome and healthy young man, deepened.

“We-welcome. Sir Matian Wiegratz.”

Perta was trembling as he gestured towards the blood-stained holy sword with his eyes.

“Ah, I startled you. I took care of a black magician who summoned a monster on the way here. I couldn’t just overlook it as this area would be in danger.”

Matian showed a gentle smile as he bluntly spoke of killing someone.

He didn’t think his current expression was inappropriate for the situation.

He had cleaned up a place where Rukna might come and go, so wasn’t this something to be happy about?

“I-I see. Please have a seat over here.”

Perta indicated the sofa across from him.

Matian took the seat as guided by him. His smiling lips contrasted with his cold eyes that scanned Perta up and down.

‘Perta Golden. The man who had given Rukna a ring before. He’s quite good-looking, but not as much as me.’

When he heard the report that Perta was gaining popularity in social circles due to his sickly beauty or chick-like charm, it was truly absurd.

How could being sickly and weak be charming?

It must be an illusion created by the wish of young ladies who want to become widows by having their husbands die young.

‘If Rukna also likes this man in that context…’

Matian was ready to die early. His lifespan would not be long anyway.

Just like the past Wiegratz bloodlines who were born with a fragment of the demon embedded in them. The inheritance he would leave for her would also be substantial.

Meanwhile, Perta was being crushed by the pressure exerted by Matian, unable to breathe properly, and his complexion was turning blue.

Just then, Giselle entered the drawing room.

“It’s been a while. Sir Wiegratz.”

Giselle took the seat next to Perta. Looking at the guest who had occupied the space with a threatening air, she thought to herself who on earth was the master of this estate.

“Is that a gift you prepared yourself, sir?”

Giselle looked down at the bag Matian had brought.

Since he had brought it himself when he could have had a servant do it, she wondered how important it must be and peeked inside…

‘Scones with kaya jam and custard cream.’

They were all snacks that Rukna liked. Giselle handed the bread bag to the butler and bit her lip.

Damn it, Perta. At this rate, Rukna will really be taken away!

Giselle forcefully jabbed the side of her good-for-nothing brother, whose only redeeming quality was his face.

Perta’s complexion, which had been sickly, turned even paler.

“I’ll get straight to the point, Lady. Please tell me Rukna’s whereabouts.”

He threatened them with a smile to hand over all the information they had.

“As I told you two days ago, we are searching for her in every way possible.”

Where are you, Rukna! Giselle pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

In fact, Giselle was one of the people who knew Rukna’s whereabouts along with the health teacher.

〈Giselle, I’m going to live as Rukna Closet now, not Rukna Golden.〉

Before going to the temple, Rukna had stopped by Giselle to receive the Closet’s seal.

As Rukna apologized for not being able to receive her diploma under the Golden name, Giselle’s heart ached instead.

〈For now, I plan to entrust myself to the temple. I want to quietly live in a rural monastery. I don’t know how many years it will take until I settle down, but I’ll contact you. If anyone comes looking for me, just leave this letter and say I left.〉

Giselle was disappointed but respected Rukna’s decision.

So even when Matian came looking, she did her best to pretend not to know Rukna’s whereabouts.

‘Did my acting work?’

Matian was accepting the current situation very naturally.

Rather than the acting working, it seemed he didn’t have much reaction to a woman’s tears.

“Are you saying Rukna still hasn’t returned?”

Matian tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers.

“Yes. We only received this letter and don’t know where she went either.”

Giselle took out a letter she had received from Rukna and placed it on the table.