Ailian finished her prayers for the day. During her prayers, there were a few loud bangs outside the chapel, but she didn’t pay them any mind. This was Andrey, where peace was temporary and chaos eternal; she had long grown accustomed to this.

The silver knight armor had already been removed, and now Ailian had nothing to conceal. Her family was still supporting her. She prayed for the Holy Light’s merciful protection over her family, even though she wasn’t sure if praying with a body already dead amounted to blasphemy.

Today, the chapel had fallen into darkness, those little creatures known as Light Bats seemingly hidden away. A bright Holy Light appeared in Ailian’s palm, warm against the pale soul flame.

"Today is just another mundane day..."

Of course, that was impossible.

The globular orbs atop the chapel’s marble columns emitted a burst of sunlight-like brilliance, and in the blink of an eye, the chapel was resplendent with gold and jade. It gave the illusion of a sudden surge of electricity.

The cause of this spectacle could only be the bishop she served.

Mr. Raymond had returned.

The doors seemed to be blown open by a battering ram, and Mr. Raymond, his form wreathed in Holy Flame, strode in with large steps.

"Holy Light bless you, my sister."

Ailian gave a slight nod, "The Holy Light be with you, His Excellency Raymond." The flames burning on the armor made Raymond look... quite fiery. "Your Excellency, how did the academic gathering of the Plague Doctors go?"

"It ended perfectly, of course. Lyle is a purifier of the Holy Light, after all!"

A moment of stillness overcame Ailian. Your purifier has already presented a technical paper on the technology of flesh transformation in Spirit Summoning Studies.

"You seem quite angry now, don’t you?"

Mr. Raymond let out a sigh, remembering the scene he had just witnessed.

The violent outbreak had started after the academic gathering.

The Demon of Light of Andrey reminded those insatiable Impostors what fear was. Feeling his mission was accomplished, Raymond started heading back to the Church of Holy Light.

As for the ensuing chaos, he had seen it all before. Wasn’t it just another Lich plague? Let them create a stir. Just the thing to polish the reputation of the Plague Doctors. Liches worship power, and they would madly adore the power that could stir up trouble. Causing disturbance was an instinct Liches subconsciously sought.

Seeing his chosen Purifier thriving, Raymond nodded with satisfaction.

Raymond was pleased; amidst the darkness of Andrey, he failed to notice what was behind him.

It was a group of Impostors. They were hunched over, trembling, enduring and persisting, following Mr. Raymond like devotees on a pilgrimage.

Eventually, Raymond saw them.

"I don’t recall including bravery in your organs, as fabricated by the Plague Doctors."

The leading Impostor, in the face of Raymond’s dismissive gaze, fell to the ground.

His body was frail, sweat sliding down his cheeks, his face showing an unhealthy sheen as he desperately resisted his desires, yet his eyes, bright with longing, looked up at Raymond.

Their bodies were intact, their lips clean.

Raymond was moved. These Impostors were actually able to suppress their hunger; what monumental willpower must be sustaining them.

The Impostors spoke.

"Mr. Raymond, please forgive our shortsightedness. In the countless days and nights with you, we, like the blind, overlooked your towering stature. Only now have we glimpsed beyond that shadow."

"Mr. Raymond, please allow us to follow you, to pursue that supreme light with you!"

????

These Liches want to follow me? Raymond was once again caught in surprise. Could it be that they’ve had an epiphany, finally understanding the warmth of the Holy Light? But they were a group of Liches, how was this possible?

Raymond clapped his hands.

I understand now, it must be their strong willpower to resist hunger that has freed them from the constraints of their race, allowing them to see the beauty of the Holy Light.

I finally succeeded in preaching!!!

It’s still too early to get excited, let’s verify it one more time.

"What do you wish to gain from me?"

The Impostor’s eyes reddened as he gazed at Raymond with longing.

"Lord Raymond, we beseech you to teach us the true power, the one that can bring happiness to the people, for you are the top in this field. No! You are the God of Skills!"

There’s no mistake! The Holy Light is indeed the most powerful force in the world, it can bring happiness to the people! And I, Melok Raymond, am the leader of the Crusaders, the most powerful Paladin in the world! I am truly the strongest of the Holy Light!!!

Raymond found his hands trembling, a warm current flowing in his chest, he was so excited that he almost wanted to launch a Crusader conquest war again, conquering the world with Andrey’s Holy Light Lich.

Raymond took hold of the Impostors’ arms, steadying them, his words gentler than ever before.

"My brethren, you have finally found the right path, and I am gratified."

"Yes, Lord Raymond, we have been lost for far too long." Some of the Impostors even burst into tears of joy.

Raymond looked at these adorable Liches.

"I will surely pass on my insights to you all. However, this is a sacred task, and we must make a glorious oath under the Holy Light."

"Of course, Lord Raymond! We are absolutely sincere!"

Great, Raymond felt as if he was back to the time when he was promoted to Legion Commander, with the same excitement and boiling blood.

Raymond raised his hand and the angel’s aura danced above his head, turning the dim corridor into a sanctified place.

Raymond wrapped himself in the Holy Light and clouds, with a gentle smile like an angel descending to the world to provide redemption.

His voice was like the most beautiful of Holy Light.

"Seek my aid, children, and I will give you what you desire."

In the face of such a miracle, the Impostors bowed their heads, kissing the ground where Raymond stood, like the most devout servants of the divine.

"Lord Raymond! Our role model! The one who stands atop the heavens! Please bestow upon us your divine skills!"

In Raymond’s palm, which was raised, a large droplet from the sea of Holy Light was gathering. As soon as they had spoken, he was determined to turn them into Holy Light Liches, even if it meant defying the heavens.

"Lord Raymond! Please pass on your cooking skills to us!!!"

"God of Cooking! We also want to learn luminous cooking!!!"

"Huh??" The immense confusion shattered all miracles to dust.

Raymond fell into a state of utter bewilderment.

"What do you want to learn from me?"

"Cooking skills! Lord Raymond! We want to learn your cooking skills. Ever since we tasted your cuisine, nothing mundane can satisfy our taste. We want to learn the way of cooking that can bring happiness to the world! Lord Raymond! Your culinary skills are heavenly! Please teach us how to cook!!!"

Raymond clenched his fist, his body trembling once again, this time, not from excitement.

"You, you desire to learn from me, the leader of the Crusaders, the most powerful Paladin in history, Andrey’s scourge of Holy Light, the embodiment of justice... you want to learn... cooking skills???"

The Impostor stood up and patted Raymond’s trembling shoulder.

"Don’t worry, Lord Raymond, even if you are corrupted by the Holy Light, we won’t reject you at all, your cooking skills are too powerful. Even if you’re a Paladin despised by the witches and Liches, we still worship you! Please teach me cooking skills, Instructor Raymond!"

Raymond slapped the Impostor into the wall, the flesh immediately exploded upon impact, turning into a mush on the surface.

The entire corridor echoed with Raymond’s roar.

"You’re not worthy! Go die, stupid Lich!"