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Chapter 55: The Destined Saintess, The Angel Incarnate

The ability known as Seraph initially just temporarily boosts the bloodline power, enhancing overall strength.

Under Roy’s long-time guidance, Alice had mastered the use of Seraph quite skillfully, able to selectively enhance one particular ability, like only boosting strength or just speed.

Yet, Roy’s teachings were merely a reference to the original story of Alice’s growth trajectory.

At this moment, Alice, holding a deep longing in her heart, pushed Seraph to its extreme, not only raising her bloodline level but infusing all her strength into a tangible manifestation, a feat far more difficult than merely enhancing one physical ability.

With Bloodline Resonance combined with Seraph, Alice’s bloodline level temporarily broke through to rank 5!

On this foundation, Alice further intensified the manifestation of Holy Light, refining it into a bloodline awakening!

As this longing blossomed, there appeared the ethereal image of pure white wings!

Behind the girl, light wings spread, resembling crystals condensed from the dawn, dreamlike and pure.

Beneath the wings, starlight faded, flowers dissolved, and towering knights bowed in submission.

At this moment, above White Harbor, the radiant sword light and the grand, shining sun gradually blurred.

Replaced by a brilliant white halo vortex and a flurry of falling feathers.

The dazzling holiness approached, painting the world pure white.

People instinctively stretched out their hands to welcome the feathers drifting down.

In that instant of contact, they were immersed in the purest beauty within their hearts.

Not merely a desire for love or power, or a moment’s surge of passion; each person held their own sanctuary.

Perhaps it was a childhood dream, a missed white moonlight, or a simple family reunion.

Even those with golden-level bloodlines could not resist the deepest feelings arising from the souls of sentient beings.

Amidst the falling light feathers, Charlotte saw the knight pledging to her, Nia witnessed a gentle kiss with the young boy under the summer starry sky, Leanna remembered a serene afternoon in autumn sunshine spent with a boy, and Xue Nuo envisioned snuggling up by the fire with a boy during a snowy winter night.

Carl, in a daze, found himself back at an otherwise unremarkable ball, brushing past a dark-haired girl.

Even the Holy Nun Teresa mistook the golden-haired girl at the altar for the saint who had already faded into the night.

Even the Sword Saint Rayo momentarily paused, as if seeing a fox-girl swordswoman destined to never awaken.

The always gentle and unhurried Wisdom Angel Simon was also frozen in place, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

When he snapped out of it, Simon realized his eyes were already damp.

He wasn’t alone.

Everyone touched by the falling light feathers either felt their hearts race, shed tears, or smiled in satisfaction.

Whether they were believers or not became irrelevant; people instinctively assumed a praying posture, not to pray, but to sincerely thank Alice for the beauty she brought them.

Unlike the blessed White Harbor, the people of the Eastern Continent witnessed this scene, falling into immense confusion and even panic.

“Why, why is someone surpassing Lord Levi and Lord Sang?!”

“Clearly, the Eastern Continent is the land favored by the goddess!”

“What kind of saint is this candidate from the Western Continent…?”

Meanwhile, the entirety of the Western Continent erupted in joy.

Whether knights from the Lionheart Kingdom, or elves from the Emerald Council, or students and mages from the Magic Academy, or warriors from the Winter Empire’s borders.

Even the Golden Sands of the Western Region and the islands of the Southern Sea.

Even if only a projection, the ethereal sight of shimmering feathers and the sheer beauty of the girl left a deep imprint on everyone’s hearts.

They may not have been devout believers of the Holy Light, but at this moment, they were willing to believe in that beautiful angel.

Time passed, and only then did the other saint candidates at the altar snap back to reality.

They were no different from the crowd below; despite their reluctance, they instinctively wept with emotion.

Visalia was already half-kneeling silently without realizing it.

Levi had long since lost the strength to maintain his sword aura, collapsing to the ground, breaths rapid, eyes wide with disbelief.

“This is impossible!”

“What did you all do? How can a mere maid, a mere maid, be granted such favor by the Holy Light?! This is utterly unreasonable…”

No one paid attention to Levi’s outburst.

Even Sang, known as the Miracle Child, wore a pale face, his eyes violently trembling, caught in deep doubt.

The officiating priest finally pulled himself away from the beautiful scene, wiped his tears, and stood up with a stifled sob.

“Everyone, I believe I need not say more.”

“Miss Alice has already proven everything!”

On the projection above, Alice’s votes had already soared to first place.

Two million.

An astonishing number, more than double that of Sang!

And this number was even somewhat conservative.

Because the Western Continent was ultimately not the headquarters of the church; resources were limited, and many prepared ballots in various churches had already been used up. People were full of enthusiasm but had no strength left to contribute further to Alice.

The pope raised his head, unable to hide his excitement as he shouted out.

“This is truly a well-deserved miracle!”

“I am privileged to announce that Miss Alice is the first in the saint selection, the most favored by the goddess, the Destined Saintess!”

“Or rather, she is the very incarnation of an angel!!!”

The priest was unaware of the actual circumstances yet still proclaimed exaggerated praises amidst the fervor.

At this moment, thousands of people in White Harbor all knelt down together, fervently chanting Alice’s name, offering their sincerest prayers.

And this angel who had garnered two million faith votes, after reopening her eyes, surprisingly did not turn to the priest or the public, nor even the ballot above her head.

She already knew the results, heard the praises.

But what she truly desired had never been these.

With a mix of apprehension, anticipation, and a bit of pride, she glanced at the young boy beside her, slightly raising her lips like a puppy wanting to show off to its owner. The light in Alice’s eyes sparkled with a beauty that outshone the Holy Light.

“Alice, you’ve been working hard, huh?”

Of course you have.

All along, having recently watched Alice closely, how could Roy not know of her efforts?

The heroic deeds echoed across the continent, the extraordinary bloodline honed to this point, and the so-called miracle that shocked the entire world perhaps drew from external help, but at its core, it was all a result of Alice’s relentless accumulation to reach this moment.

Alice had far exceeded Roy’s expectations.

And all of this was for herself.

The boy remained silent for a long time, making Alice a bit uneasy.

Bathed in the light of falling feathers, the angelic girl unfurled her ethereal wings and turned her gaze toward him: “Alice, am I now a bit deserving of my master?”

Roy didn’t answer but could no longer contain the overwhelming affection rising within him, pulling the angel tightly into his embrace.