Elise Holiness.
Today, too, she was the perfect saintess.
Her looks, her figure, her personality—
All utterly flawless!
But that couldn't be helped. After all, she was the world's number one saintess. No matter where she went, perfection followed.
To be able to act alongside someone like her, even if others shouted with excitement, she would forgive them completely—because she was just that beautiful and kindhearted.
And that—
Was the inner monologue of a certain saintess.
And because it was all in her mind, no one could hear it.
So it absolutely did not affect her public image in the slightest!
"Everyone, please line up! The next pot of porridge will be ready soon!"
Having just come out of a war, the number of refugees was overwhelming. The Church had dispatched many people to assist, and one of their main tasks was distributing porridge to the refugees.
However, among these refugees, there seemed to be some… unusual individuals.
Seven of them.
Judging from the sensory feedback Elise received, two were carrying cameras, and the others had small tools on them. Their behavior and posture didn't match that of typical refugees. If anything, they resembled journalists.
They were clearly agents planted by the Integrated Enterprise Foundation. Were they here to photograph her?
Though Elise's eyes were covered by a black blindfold, her perception was no mere decoration—especially in a place brimming with faith power.
In Elise's perception, these people were all, to varying degrees, providing her with faith power—each trace of ambient faith in the air acted as her eyes.
And in such an environment, anyone not contributing faith stood out like a sore thumb. Under Elise's scrutiny, the seven infiltrators from the Integrated Enterprise Foundation were exposed before they could even act.
Do whatever you want—I, the perfect saintess, won't be shaken by something so trivial.
Back in the day, Elise endured the scrutiny of over a dozen media departments for seven years—and not once did she ever lose composure.
So you still have a long way to go. Allow this flawless saintess to purify your filthy, corrupted hearts!
...
My name is John, and I'm a journalist.
There are six more of us in the area, all from the same press agency. We're not here for any ordinary story—we came for the girl handing out porridge at the table.
Should I say, she truly lives up to the title of Saintess?
Just watching her from a distance made it feel like my soul was being cleansed.
But sorry, young lady. We're professionals. We took on this job, and we'll complete it no matter what.
No matter who you are, we're going to get a bad photo of you. If you want to blame someone, blame the monsters in the Foundation you crossed.
John glanced at the two nearby team members, eyes narrowing.
"Initiate Plan A."
The two nodded and ran into the refugee line, pretending to wait their turn for porridge. Meanwhile, John positioned himself at the perfect angle for the shot.
Once the plan succeeded, tomorrow's headlines would read: Saintess' Scandalous Photo Circulates the Globe, and the Church would suffer an unimaginable blow.
Soon, the two reached the front of the line.
"Here's your porridge. Please take it."
The Saintess handed them each a bowl, a gentle smile on her lips.
"Thank you, thank you!"
"We're so grateful, Lady Saintess!"
The two bowed repeatedly in gratitude, as if pouring out their sincere emotions.
However…
Trouble followed.
Whether someone behind them pushed, or it was staged, both of them suddenly stepped forward—and the porridge flew straight at the Saintess.
Hmph! Didn't see that coming, did you?
John sneered nearby.
This was the so-called Plan A: spill porridge all over the Saintess.
And the porridge wasn't clear broth—it was white and thick, the kind of texture that could easily give rise to... unpleasant associations.
If they splashed it on her, her body would be covered in ambiguous white stains.
From there, it would only take a small push in public opinion to completely ruin the Saintess' reputation!
John's finger trembled with anticipation over the shutter button.
Soon, he'd have a crisp, high-resolution image to keep for… personal use.
Show me… the scandalous saintess photo!
Just when everyone thought Elise would be drenched, she suddenly spun gracefully, leaping into the air in a move as elegant as a dancer's. She easily avoided the attack.
At the same time, she grabbed two nearby empty bowls and caught the falling porridge with flawless precision.
"Please take these. Be careful next time—getting hurt would be unfortunate."
Smiling calmly, the Saintess handed the bowls back to the two men. Pressured by the growing line behind them, they had no choice but to back down. Besides, repeating the same trick was sure to fail.
"Looks like this saintess isn't just graceful—she's strong too. Definitely a member of the Genestella. That means Plan A is a failure."
Though John had pressed the shutter, since the porridge never hit her, the photo should've been useless…
But the moment the image displayed—
"Huh!?"
John stared at the camera, stunned, barely able to believe his eyes.
The photo showed the Saintess at a 45-degree angle, slightly turning her head, a serene smile gracing her lips. On its own, it would've been a beautiful portrait—but the real magic was…
The porridge!
From both sides, the arcing trails of porridge looked like angelic wings stretching from her back, made even more radiant by the translucent light surrounding her.
A perfect image of an angel glancing over her shoulder!
How did this even happen? I couldn't have planned it this perfectly if I tried! This is insane!
But… wasn't it kind of amazing?
Just as the thought crossed his mind, John shook his head violently.
"No! The mission's not over yet! I'm a professional! I won't give up that easily!"
"We accepted this job—and even if it costs us our careers, we're going to complete it!"
"We still have Plan B!"
Pulling out a communicator from his pocket, John muttered a few quick words. His nearby allies sprang into action.
Among the two was another member of the Genestella—a Strega with a special ability:
Water manipulation.
Just earlier, the two had already mixed a bit of corrosive liquid into the water supply. It wasn't harmful to human skin—but for clothing, it was devastating.
The materials had been supplied by the Integrated Enterprise Foundation. Supposedly, a single vial could completely destroy a fur coat!
And it was summer—Elise wasn't wearing much. Just two light summer garments, at most.
Both sides were Genestella—what could she possibly use to block it?
Just a single splash, and the Saintess would be left completely exposed!
Now let's see it—!