After watching Archbishop Aishala go upstairs, Syl continued toward the dining hall, ready to try her luck and see if she could forage for some food.
Fortunately, when Syl reached the dining hall, she saw that the door was cracked open, with warm yellow light spilling out from the gap. It seemed there was still someone inside.
"Annie... keep your voice down! What if we get caught later?"
"It'll be quick, we won't be discovered."
"But us sneaking in here to do this... it doesn't feel right..."
"No one is going to come, don't worry Mistis. Even if you shouted at the top of your lungs in your heart, I doubt anyone would come... everyone else has already gone back..."
"Alright then... let's begin... Waaah! Your Holiness!"
"Your Holiness!"
Syl had been eavesdropping for a while, wanting to know what they were doing inside, but she still couldn't tell what they were talking about.
Afterwards, Syl thought it wasn't very nice to secretly listen to others, so she just pushed the door open and looked inside openly.
Then, Syl saw Annie and another nun holding a plate of cake, each with a fork, frozen in place.
"Yo... Your Holiness, we weren't stealing cake..." The nun named Mistis looked like she was about to cry, effectively blowing her own cover on the spot.
"These cakes would have been disposed of tomorrow anyway, we just thought it was too wasteful so..." Annie also placed the cake plate on the table, scrambling to explain something.
At this moment, both nuns were somewhat panicked, worried that their inappropriate behavior of stealing cake would leave a bad impression on the Saint.
Just as they were feeling uneasy, in their eyes, the Saint slowly closed the door and trotted over to them with small steps, her light golden hair bobbing.
After the Saint ran over to them, she lowered her voice and asked: "Can I have some too?"
Mistis: "Uh... huh?"
Annie: "¿"
Although Annie couldn't quite believe what was happening before her eyes, the Saint actually wanted to sneakily... bah, kindly help the nuns who were supposed to clean up tomorrow "process" this cake with them?
Moreover, the Saint's expression didn't look like she was joking.
While Annie was still hesitating, Mistis foolishly handed over a brand-new fork first.
"Hey! Mistis..."
Annie tugged on Mistis's sleeve, trying to stop her behavior.
But the next second, she saw the Saint had already quickly sat down at the table, beckoning them to come over and eat together.
This... it was just like a dream. The Saint, who at first glance seemed holy, noble, and untainted by worldly affairs...
…would actually sneakily eat cake with them?
How should she put it... it was actually quite cute.
And it felt like the distance between them and the Saint wasn't so vast anymore.
Regardless of what their impression of the Saint was before, after tonight, their favorability toward the Saint went up a huge notch. Approachable, pure, and cute—these all became synonyms for their Saint in their hearts.
After Syl was full, she said goodbye to the two little nuns and walked toward her room upstairs while rubbing her belly in satisfaction.
The two nuns' behavior just now deepened Syl's impression of the clergy of the Church of the Goddess of Hope.
They might have some small flaws, but their hearts were still relatively pure, which might have to do with the teachings of the Church of the Goddess of Hope.
Returning to her room, Syl went to the washroom, where a bathtub of hot water, prepared in advance, was waiting for her.
While soaking, Syl looked at her body, slightly lost in thought.
After quite a while, Syl lifted her head, her body slowly sliding down the bathtub, half her face submerged in the water, blowing bubbles.
"By the way, System, can hidden rewards be put back into the system after being taken out?" Syl asked the system silently in her heart.
For some reason, Syl suddenly wanted to see what the flying blade she had drawn was like, because she suddenly had a strong premonition that she might be able to use this flying blade for what was to come.
"System products can all be stored at the system."
Syl propped herself up with both hands, revealing her face above the water: "Then, if the Stardust Flying Blade is taken out here, will it be sensed by others?"
"Not if not activated."
Hearing this, Syl felt it was necessary to take a look at that flying blade, even though the name sounded like something for a clown card.
"Stardust." Syl silently recited in her heart.
A while passed, and nothing happened.
Seeing no reaction, Syl doubtfully called out: "Umm... System?"
"It's on your left hand ^^"
Syl heard this and looked at her left hand, but there was nothing in her palm.
There was just a purple hexagonal star mark on the back of her hand.
Syl didn't dare to operate it recklessly, fearing being discovered, so she asked: "System, how do I use this?"
"[Stardust Flying Blade]"
"Quality: Blue"
"Damage: 11"
"Inspiration: 1"
"Speed: Extremely Fast"
"Description: Both the starry night sky and one's own inspiration can charge it. After charging is complete, one Stardust Flying Blade can be fired."
Syl: "?"
So it's just a one-time rechargeable weapon after all that?
And what does Damage 11 mean? Is it 11 attack power?
The vague description couldn't help but make Syl complain: "System, when the Goddess Cult taught me elemental control, they had a video demonstration. How did you end up being so lackluster?"
"You'll know after firing it once, right? Anyway, it's much stronger than you manually throwing throwing knives ^^"
"Tch—" Syl curled her lips, clearly having lost interest in the flying blade on her hand, "Put it away."
As her voice fell, the purple mark on her hand disappeared. After washing up, Syl changed into her nightgown, walked out of the washroom, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"So boring... Honestly, I'm really not used to sleeping early..." Syl's mouth curled slightly, and she said seemingly casually, "I wonder what Archbishop Aishala Swanepoel is doing right now."
As soon as she finished speaking, it was like a flashbang had been thrown; a burst of white light exploded in the room. After the light dissipated, a petite figure holding a croissant and munching on it appeared beside Syl.
Aishala: "..."
Syl: "I said I didn't mean to, would you believe me... Your Excellency Archbishop..."