"Hoo...." Maple relished the picturesque scenery passing by outside her carriage window, of people, of buildings, and some stuff she has no knowledge of. What is that building with the spinning crystal as a sign? And is that a boy with cat ears she sees in the alleyway?

  She found herself accompanied by the church's personal knight division, escorting her away from the pza. Sitting opposite her was the pope, his gaze fixed on the ground, occasionally sneaking a look at her. Outside the windows stand a line of people on each side of the road, and many more following behind the carriage. Is this what it feels to be a celebrity?

  "..."

  The situation felt slightly uncomfortable for Maple, as though she were a doll on dispy, meant to be gawked at by onlookers. It reminded her of a particur doll she had yearned for as a child, the one her mother had to drag her away from as she cried incessantly.

  "...Hehehe..."

  "Hmm?" The pope murmured, attentive to Maple in case she had something to say.

  "Oh, it's nothing." Maple politely dismissed.

  Understanding that it was best to maintain the effect of her skill 《Loving Sacrifice》 for the time being, as the “NPCs” reacted strongly to it. Both of them sat in retive silence throughout the journey, passing through the bustling merchant's district from their starting point of the lesser commoner market, until...

  Suddenly, the carriage came to an abrupt halt as if something obstructed the horses' path.

  "Get out of the way!" an angry knight's voice reached Maple's ears, the intensity making it seem as though the anger was directed at her.

  "....Tch." The pope clicked his tongue disdainfully at his subordinate's foolishness, Maple herself could clearly hear his disapproval.

  "No! Help my son, please!" a commotion unfolded outside the carriage, the sound reaching Maple's ears. Once again, a crowd began to gather in her vicinity, observable through the carriage door's window. "What...." She attempted to rise to her feet for a clearer view.

  "Amything! I'll give you my soul, my life! Anything Divine One!"

  Concerned by her distressed expression, the pope quickly attempted to conceal the incident.

  "Worry not, your...... Holiness, it is likely just another ungrateful individual seeking further donations from the church. Our generosity sometimes encourages people to take advantage," the pope expined, sweetening his words to mask his emotions. The st thing he wanted was to expose their previous practices to this angelic figure before him, not knowing if she was already aware or not.

  "That only gives me more reason to worry," Maple uttered in a disappointed tone, swiftly exiting the carriage and stepping onto the poorly maintained cobblestone street.

  As her feet touched the hard bricks, her gaze swept the surroundings, and she swiftly noticed an elderly woman cradling a young boy, both immersed in tears near the side of the carriage she had just occupied. The woman knelt on the unforgiving, jagged road, her tattered skirt revealing wounds on her knees. Her son clung to her, seeking refuge from the relentless attempts of the knights to dismiss his mother. Of course, being desperate, and hearing rumors of an angel descending, what else could a commoner with a sick child do, but to cling to a shred of hope? To the very embodiment of hope itself?

  Several knights, adorned with the church's insignia, stood before the woman, berating her openly, showing no restraint in their actions, words, or gestures, right in front of the gathered crowd.

  "You dare impede the path of this noble carriage? We are escorting an angel, an Angel!" one of the knights bellowed, his voice ced with annoyance and pride. The other knights raised their feet, preparing to deliver a forceful kick to the dy. However, their attempts were thwarted by an unexpected obstacle.

  "Cover move!"

  A majestic white tower shield materialized, appearing out of thin air, effectively blocking their assault. The knights stumbled backward, bewildered.

  "Wha-what?" stammered the knight who had been observing from the rear, his eyes fixed on Maple as she shielded the desperate mother and her child.

  Maple's anger surged, fueled by her upbringing in Japan where such acts of cruelty were unimaginable. "How can you treat them like this!?" she thundered, her voice resonating with genuine fury of a little girl.

  "But...but Your Radiance! She blocked our path, .... YOUR path!" the knight pleaded, only to be swiftly interrupted.

  "Then the least you can do is help them!" Maple's voice reverberated, her gaze shifting from the trembling child nestled in his mother's arms to the knights before her. With that, she activated her skill, 《Light of Affection》, a subskill of 《Loving Sacrifice》.

  Golden light enveloped the child, as though he had just emerged from a consuming nightmare. His eyes slowly blinked open, taking in the sight of his grateful mother and Maple, who watched over him steadfastly.

  "Rudo!" the mother yelled, as she tightly embraced her son, nursing the flood of emotions that overwhelmed her sense with gratefulness. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll remember this debt forever!" Overcome with gratitude, she csped her hands together, assuming a prayer position. Tears coursed down her face, their release long overdue after all she had been trough.

  "Um...you're...welcome?" Maple's heart ached witnessing the woman's tears pooling on the ground, and she extended a helping hand to lift her up, ready to heal her as well, not wanting to see the dy worship her. "My... pain is gone?" the mother marveled, rising to her feet, her eyes scanning her knees for signs of injury, her arm for the absent bruises, even some part of her skins, healed, no longer dry. Meanwhile, her son grasped her right hand, smiling.

  "IMPOSSIBLE!" A resounding voice thundered through the air, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. The distinguished figure responsible for this imposing presence was an elderly man, adorned in a flowing robe and wielding a majestic blue staff. Brimming with anger, he forcefully made his way through the assembled crowd, his fury evident on his weathered face.

  "I have scoured the entire nd in search of a cure for the Bck Death, to no avail!" he decred, his voice filled with frustration. Evidently, the mother had sought his assistance initially.

  "I refuse to believe that you simply cured him with a wave of your hand!" He seemed unfazed by Maple's angelic appearance, or perhaps, with age, one ceases to be captivated by such sights.

  Maybe he's senile?

  "Bck Death?" Maple pondered, a hint of curiosity coloring her thoughts.

  "Just a curse?" She stood there, her gaze fixed on the floating white screen, at the boy's status condition. Although the curse still afflicted him, at least his health had been fully restored through her healing powers. And well, there's 'Minor' in the name so...

  "Ah! Here it is!" Maple excimed joyfully, retrieving a potion from her item storage. She always carried such items, prepared for any unforeseen emergencies. After all, maintaining a vast assortment of health potions had not only facilitated the development of her poison magic skill but had also become a matter of common sense for her, who pick up rare skills like food at the supermarket.

  Daily.

  However, to those gathered, all they witnessed was a potion materializing out of thin air, devoid of any sound or encirclement by magical symbols. Not spacial magic nor a trick of hand. It appeared instantaneously, pulled out of nowhere much to their disbelief. But then again, there's a literal Heavenly Messenger standing right there, no?

  "What?!" the elderly man gasped, his surprise etched across his face.

  "Could it be... creation magic?" The old man with the staff fell to his knees, and the pope, standing near the carriage door, silently noted Maple's extraordinary power in his mental records. Such abilities...

  "Your Radiance," the pope called out, following how the knight called her.

  "Huh? Yes?" Maple responded, her expression one of little curiosity, but much worry, as she breaks the potion in half with her thumbs, and it disintegrates, curing the child of his ailment. Quite possibly, the mother too.

  "We should proceed now, for the king eagerly awaits." said the pope, half wondering if that was too rude to say in such a way, and half wondering how the Divine potion worked without even touching the one it healed.

  "..." The words hung in the air, leaving Maple momentarily stunned before...

  "Eh?"