Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level?-Chapter 121[Vol. 5] - The Horn of the Holy War
[Vol. 5] Chapter 121: The Horn of the Holy War
When she arrived at the back of the central reviewing stand, Yuna Summerfield had already changed into the platinum-colored holy robe unique to the Bright Light Saintess.
She wore the iconic artifact, the ?Crownless Crown?, which held up her crystal-clear, flawless golden hair, as she held a golden staff. Surrounded by holy knights and senior priests, she was fully prepared.
Upon seeing the white fox girl led in by the Holy Knights, the Saintess’s serene, gentle smile, seemingly eternal, remained unchanged as she nodded slightly toward Violet.
“Good morning, Miss Dawn.”
“Good morning~”
Today, Yuna appeared more solemn and sacred than Violet had ever seen her before. As one of the three most noble representatives of the Holy Empire, the Bright Light Saintess’s robe was, of course, tailor-made by master craftsmen, perfectly highlighting the noble aura of the god-descended Summerfield family.
The translucent silk hood draped down from the back of her head, covering her tied-up golden hair and securing the bright crown. It gently closed at her chest, with golden threads woven into buttons linking the sides of the sheer fabric, forming a cape that hung down to her waist.
Beneath the outer robe, a sleeveless dress in gold and white tones hugged the girl’s shapely figure. Her smooth, jade-like bare arms were faintly visible beneath the semi-transparent cape, and her chest, full and alluring yet dignified, created a graceful, seductive curve without losing elegance.
The flowing lines of her slender waist were complemented by the seamless skirt that covered her thighs, exposing only a small part of her smooth, delicate legs, reminiscent of bamboo shoots in spring.
Her outfit was completed with snow-white boots adorned with pure gold and gemstone embellishments, stirring one’s heart while leaving no room for any profane thoughts toward such exquisite beauty.
It was enough to make one want to applaud and silently say to the unseen designer, “You really know your craft!”
Violet glanced politely over the Saintess’s elaborate and luxurious attire, then smiled and shook her head.
“We’ve known each other for so long, and this is the first time I’ve seen you dressed like this, Yuna. I always thought your usual outfit was the official attire of the Bright Light Saintess… It seems I really don’t know enough about the customs of the Holy Empire.”
Yuna, hearing this, sighed softly and lowered her head, glancing around.
“Hehe, to be honest with you, Miss Dawn, this is actually the first time I’ve worn this outfit. Though it is indeed tailor-made for the Summerfield family, it’s traditionally worn only when the Bright Light Saintess is about to lead a crusade against heretics. Over the past 300 years…”
The golden-haired girl smiled again. Although there were many people around, Yuna didn’t explain further, but Violet understood her meaning.
Over the past 300 years, the Summerfield family, led by the Bright Light Saintess, had lost its position as the leader of the Holy Empire. Although they still ruled the western capital of the Holy Empire, every action was constrained by the Church’s council.
To diminish the prestige of the Bright Light Saintess and prevent the power structure centered around the Three Saintesss from overshadowing the Church, the ruling class, led by the Pope, did everything in their power to limit the Saintess’s opportunities to make significant contributions.
For example, though the eastern part of the Holy Empire was embroiled in turmoil, it was the less influential ?Judgment Saintess? who led the ?Hand of Judgment?, one of the four holy Holy Knight orders of Angel City, in battle. The Bright Light City did not send a single soldier to participate.
If it weren’t for the sudden outbreak of the ?Masked Demon Disaster? in the western capital, which gave the Bright Light Saintess a legitimate reason to intervene, and the unexpected disappearance of Judgment Saintess Frederica Cecilia, which forced the Church to restrained their actions towards Edwina, leading the two divine-descended families to join forces for the first time…
Yuna would never have had the rightful authority to lead an army into battle.
“Well then, the time has come, Miss Dawn. Let’s go.”
“Mm.”
When the two women stepped out from the backstage, the moment they appeared, a deafening roar of cheers erupted around them like an avalanche or a tidal wave.
“It’s Her Highness, the Saintess! Long live the Saintess!!!”
“Praise the Goddess! Saintess, please return victorious!!!”
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“Hey, hey! Look, isn’t that Miss Dawn!?”
“Miss Dawn! I love you!!!”
Outside the training grounds, the boisterous and lively crowd cheered and jumped with excitement.
The mere appearance of the Bright Light Saintess and the white fox girl beside her seemed to lift the cool morning atmosphere to a new high, with salutes fired into the air and enthusiastic shouts echoing everywhere.
Feeling the crowd’s passion, even Violet, who was used to large scenes, couldn’t help but be secretly amazed.
“The mood of the people sure is easy to sway… Or should I say, Yuna, your reputation here in the western capital is truly impressive~?”
The Saintess responded calmly, without revealing much emotion.
“Hehe, aren’t they calling out your name too, Miss Dawn~? Rather than admiring me, I think it’s more about the deep heritage of the Bright Light Saintess and the Summerfield family, and… their faith in the Light.”
In public, the two women naturally couldn’t engage in too much private conversation, so after this brief exchange, they walked side by side toward the front of the platform.
Soon, the Saintess stepped forward slowly, facing the sea of countless people surging like waves around her.
Below her, the six Knight Templar orders remained in neat formation, not making a sound despite her presence, instead directing their eager and reverent gazes toward the platform.
“People of the Goddess, good morning. Praise the Light. I am Yuna Summerfield, the 8th Bright Light Saintess of the Holy Empire.”
“Greetings, Your Highness!!! Praise the Light!!!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the synchronized roar of the 60,000 knights thundered like rolling thunderclouds, instantly overwhelming the previous noisy cheers of the crowd.
Like a surging tidal wave, the expedition knights collectively knelt on one knee, paying the highest respects to the Saintess on the platform, who was almost equivalent to a divine representative.
Even the nearly ten thousand knights outside the training grounds, responsible for maintaining order, struck their long spears on the ground three times in unison, producing a solemn and heavy, resonant hum.
“Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!”
The noisy scene immediately quieted down. Even the untrained citizens and tourists were awed into silence by the solemnity of the moment, closing their mouths and refraining from making any further noise.
They were waiting for the Saintess’s divine pronouncement.
“Please rise.”
The golden-haired girl on the platform smiled, her expression pure and calming, with a peace akin to the light.
“Knights of the Holy Light, citizens of the western capital, and tourists from all over the world, I, Yuna, really appreciate you all for coming here today to witness the beginning of this expedition.”
“As is well known, demons have once again surged in the east of the Holy Empire, slaughtering our children of Light, spreading chaos, and causing countless disasters. This is an undeniable fact.”
“Demons are the embodiment of evil, the mortal enemies of the Holy Light. As the people of the Goddess, it is our duty and responsibility to fight against these evil forces. However, the barrier of heaven is as high as the clouds, making communication and cooperation between the east and west extremely difficult, and the expedition even more challenging…”
Here, the golden-haired girl shifted her tone.
“But recently, the demons could no longer contain their rampant desires and even extended their evil claws to the peaceful and serene western part of the Holy Empire, resulting in the well-known ?Masked Demon Disaster?!”
“People of the Holy Light, this is no longer just a localized war, no longer mere friction or conflict! The winds of evil have swept across the lands of the Holy Empire, and the Fourth Demon War is imminent! This is a Holy War, a battle that will determine the life and death of every citizen of the Holy Empire! We can no longer stand by!!!”
“The Holy War is upon us!!!!”
“Holy War!!! Holy War!!! Holy War!!!!!”
Countless shouts erupted from the ground, shooting straight into the sky. Yuna’s passionate speech had ignited the crowd, and with just a few words, she had pushed the atmosphere to its peak.
At that moment, the Saintess glanced slightly to the side, and Violet, who was standing not far behind her, understood and stepped forward to stand by her side.
“Thankfully, the Goddess showed mercy. In our time of crisis, a hero emerged and, with overwhelming strength, defeated the Masked Demon that sought to cause devastation. This hero saved the lives of countless innocent people who would have otherwise fallen to evil!”
The golden-haired girl turned to the side and raised her hand.
“Many of you may have already heard her name and story, and some may still not know of her. But I must tell you, what happened is the truth.”
“In times of chaos, heroes will rise. The appearance of Miss Dawn is a sign that the Holy Empire is on the verge of transformation. This is the will of the Goddess! Under the light of the Holy Light, the children of the Goddess will march forward without fear, achieving victory with every step!!!”
“March forward without fear! Achieve victory with every step!!!!!”
“Miss Dawn is so cool!”
“Oooh!!!!!”
Yuna, this girl, is very talented at doing things like this…
Standing stiff as a board on the platform, enduring the Saintess’s constant praise, the white fox girl suddenly had this thought.
