Contrary to expectations, the Lady’s acceptance of the invitation brought a sigh of relief from the priests.
As they reached the grand doors of the dazzling chapel, they showed even more refined manners and opened the door for Viare.
The bevel glass, high above in the windows and ceiling, clearly displayed the glory of the messages conveyed by their deity.
The light reflected from the delicately crafted glass was bright enough to make her squint naturally.
The Archbishop’s mass seemed to have already started, and Viare found an empty seat to sit down.
She simply joined her hands and closed her eyes like the other faithful, finding it hard to understand how they found solace in their hearts.
She didn’t express her discomfort as directly as Gaizen did.
Not long ago, she fervently prayed to the deity Ekarto, but no one answered her pleas.
It was her own ability that saved Dension, proving a new path of life for him.
“Today, let us pray to Lord Ekarto, who has gifted us with new life. May we always receive the blessings of Lord Ekarto.”
As Viare was lost in thought, the Archbishop’s prepared mass came to an end, and the congregants began to leave the chapel after a light bow.
She also stood up, straightened her crumpled skirt, and slowly approached the pulpit where the Archbishop was standing.
“Greetings to the prophet of Lord Ekarto.”
“Lady Luschev, isn’t it? It’s been a long time since we last met.”
Despite likely having heard the news from the Duke, the Archbishop greeted her in a feigned manner, leaving her incredulous.
‘Is this what it takes to sit in the Archbishop’s seat?’
Seeing him unchanged, Viare resolved to quickly make the donation and return to the Ducal mansion.
“Please use this donation to guide those who have yet to find solace at the side of the deity.”
Viare knew that, despite what was said, this donation would likely end up in their coffers, just like other offerings from believers.
“Of course. We shall ensure that those unfortunate souls who have not yet received the deity’s blessing will find their place by His side.”
The Archbishop, barely able to conceal his rising grin, gingerly felt the unopened thick envelope.
Relieved that she could finally return to the mansion, Viare managed a brief, warm smile.
Just as she was instructing her accompanying knight to prepare for departure.
“Archbishop, how about bestowing a blessing upon Lady Luschev?”
The naive voice of the priest echoed in the Grand Temple, reaching other worshippers’ ears.
Word quickly spread that the Archbishop would bless the Lady, drawing focused attention from all around.
As if visiting the chapel wasn’t enough, now she had to receive a blessing too.
Clearly, that priest needed re-education, Viare thought, clicking her tongue.
She smoothed her frown and looked at the Archbishop, who also appeared visibly flustered.
As their eyes met, the Archbishop coughed a couple of times, and a waiting priest took the donation and scriptures from him.
With his hands now free, the Archbishop again wore a pleasant smile and respectfully addressed Viare.
“May I offer a blessing to you, Lady Luschev?”
“It would be an honor to have your blessing, Archbishop.”
Saying so, Viare followed his guidance and lifted her palms up to her chest.
“I pray in the name of the deity that blessings and prosperity accompany you.”
The Archbishop completed the blessing, transferring a warm sensation of energy onto her palms.
It was the sacred power she had often heard about.
However, the sacred power lingered around Viare for a moment before being repelled and disappearing.
Invisible to others, but an unusual occurrence that Viare noticed as well.
The Archbishop’s face stiffened momentarily as he repeatedly tried to impart the sacred power.
His attempts continued to fail, and eventually, he swallowed dryly and muttered.
“May this young and pitiful believer be freed from the shackles of bondage.”
Then, as if nothing had happened, he lightly bowed and hastily left the chapel.
Resolute not to intervene in anything.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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