Putting the Brain on Hold.
"May the goddess of stars be above, may the Lord's radiance shine upon you, and may the Lord's grace and love be with you."
Upon the sacred and solemn church lectern, a young woman wore a headscarf bearing the church's insignia. Her nun's habit, which reached her upper thigh, had a distinct slit and was not the traditional straight-cut style.
Her legs were encased in smooth, pure black stockings, making them appear even more slender and long.
Unlike other normal nuns, the girl's eyes were wrapped in smooth, pure black silk cloth, tightly concealing her sight.
Even the incomplete view of her face and the unavoidable, extra black cloth could not diminish the young woman's beauty.
She tilted her head slightly in a posture of prayer. Under the illumination of the light, her exquisite features shone, and her silvery-white hair gleamed, possessing an unspeakable sense of sanctity.
Even though the cinched outer garment perfectly outlined the young woman's graceful figure, giving her a slightly alluring charm, it failed to inspire wicked thoughts in the onlookers.
The few scattered believers sitting in various seats throughout the church imitated the young woman's posture, adopting a look of piety as they received the blessings from the nun—blessings from the Goddess.
This was Renia's public persona, her performance in the church...
"Tch... Ha, who even believes in gods?"
Renia sat in the completely unrestrained lounge, her left foot dangling and her right foot propped up on the seat, adopting an undignified posture.
Her right knee lifted the slit nun's habit high, revealing the scene beneath the skirt completely due to the movement, a fact she paid no mind to.
Her thighs were round and full, exuding a healthy plumpness. Accentuated by the black nun's habit, her skin was dazzlingly white.
She held a wooden mug filled with wheat beer in her right hand, her arm resting easily on her right knee. Her entire posture was exceptionally relaxed.
Renia raised the wheat beer and gulped it down, making the smacking sound one makes after drinking soda or beer, followed by a satisfied sigh.
She scratched her clean armpit, then picked at her smooth, pale toes—sloppy actions unlike those expected of a refined beautiful young woman.
A heavy yawn sounded, and Renia's expression shifted from the blissful and refreshed look she had while drinking the beer to one of pure laziness.
Her demeanor was unlike that of a church nun, and the words she spoke were even more sacrilegious, completely lacking the respect and reverence a believer should possess.
This was Renia's true appearance.
"It's finished. Time for another refreshing cup."
Under the influence of the alcohol, Renia briefly recalled her past experiences.
Renia Kalixisnil, her full name.
Because it was too complicated, she sometimes forgot it herself, so she didn't care about the long string of surnames, believing her name should simply be Renia, first name Nia.
Renia, a young woman who had just reached adulthood, was a traveler from another world and had been in this world for four months now.
In her previous life, she was a thirty-year-old "Great Mage," an adult with a youthful mindset who hadn't experienced much of society's harsh realities.
She didn't have tragic memories that constantly resurfaced, nor did she harbor deep-seated grudges that needed to be vented; she was just an ordinary member of the masses.
She had a normal standardized education, grew up and graduated normally, then found a normal company where she slacked off for nearly ten years, still coasting in a low-level position.
Her salary wasn't high, her savings were meager, and she had no house, no car, and no partner. She had lived alone for most of her life, only gathering with family during holidays.
She lived this monotonous, arguably boring life until the age of thirty, achieving the "Great Mage" accomplishment.
The internet often joked that "an uncle who remains pure will become a Great Mage at age 30," but Renia, despite having the luck to cross into another world, did not gain the status of a Great Mage.
Regarding this, she expressed strong condemnation and protest.
She vaguely remembered that on her 30th birthday, she was buying a sickly sweet cream cupcake to take home when she encountered an out-of-control truck on the road. Accompanied by a burst of rousing music, she became one of the many souls under the vehicle.
Because she was so ordinary, even a stroke of luck wouldn't let her be the only one hit; she couldn't stand out.
Thus, her previous life ended, and she transmigrated.
Immediately upon transmigrating, the scene that greeted her was a shattered church, with corpses strewn everywhere like a scene from hell. She herself was lying amidst the church ruins.
She later received aid from the other townspeople and successfully survived, but her eyes were permanently ruined.
With the help of funds allocated by the Lord's Manor, she didn't have to pay for treatment. They also kindly rebuilt the church, but its floor area was reduced by four-fifths, turning it from a medium-sized church into a tiny one.
The church was short-staffed, and its reduction in size was actually a good thing.
At least Renia didn't have to worry about spending extra money to find other nuns. She just put on the clothes, treated the church duties as her job, and earned money to live day by day.
A month ago, she "successfully" reached adulthood.
Speaking of which, the coming-of-age age in this world was actually four years earlier than in her previous life?
If she were back in her old world, Renia would only count as a loli.
She had no great story, and she couldn't be bothered to bring up the disaster from four months ago without reason.
What was past was past. Renia certainly didn't have any awkward feelings about occupying a dead body.
For Renia, the longer she lived, the only thing left in her mind was the act of living itself.
There was a saying: better to live miserably than to die well.
Therefore, she accepted and became Renia, having lived in this world for four months and gradually adapting to life here.
Slowly learning about the new world's life, starting from knowing nothing and being completely ignorant, the fun of exploration wasn't small.
Oh, right, this was also a world of swords and magic.
"The beer is gone."
Renia, who had been drinking wheat beer while briefly skimming through her memories, abruptly stopped her recollection.
She looked at the empty wooden mug, then turned her head to glance at the "wine cellar" in her room, which was also empty.
"Ah~ I have to go buy beer again. Guess I'll take a trip to town."
Renia scratched her silvery-white long hair, finding the task slightly bothersome. She got up and rubbed both sides of her face, making her lazy expression fade slightly.
Controlling the corners of her mouth into a slight lift, checking if her smile was sweet, Renia smoothed down the nun's habit that might have ridden up, and left the lounge.
Wheat beer was a popular drink in taverns, but its alcohol content was at most less than half of the wheat beer from her previous life.
Drinking it didn't cause much intoxication or any burden; it was as pleasant and easy as drinking soda.
If there were cola, Renia wouldn't choose to drink alcohol at all.
As for whether nuns in this world could drink? Heh, Renia couldn't care less.
She didn't even believe in the so-called bullshit gods, so it was hard for her to have any thoughts of control or moderation.
Professional ethics? She was the boss!
She wasn't a subordinate now; she was the Head Nun who owned an entire church by herself.
No one would dare point fingers or speak ill of her.
Stepping out of the church, she faced a flat grassland. The twilight sky was orange-yellow, and the setting sun still carried a thread of warmth.
The Church of the goddess of stars, the church Renia belonged to, was built on the edge of the town.
To get to town, she would need to walk a considerable distance.