The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

[Mission Introduction One:...]

[Mission Introduction Two:...Please protect the Dawn Saintess until the ceremony is complete]

[Mission Introduction Three...]

Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

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Princess Cersei slowly opened her eyes, gazing at the words that appeared before her. She tilted her head, observing her surroundings: the church's dome of broken stained glass, towers ablaze visible through the window lattice, and the shadows casting the statues into flickering silhouettes upon the chapel's murals.

Numerous streams of light converged from all directions into the center of the church, ultimately gathering at the very heart of the hall, upon the girl praying before the statue.

The Magic Circuit flowing around Cersei was familiar, its shape hauntingly recognizable.

The Dawn Ceremony—this was the sacred magic of the Holy Light Prayer, created by the renowned Dawn Saintess during the era of chaos. Through prolonged supplication, it kindled the Goddess's Radiance from above Heaven itself, capable of purifying all profanities, forbidden Undead, so that dead shells may rest in eternal slumber.

It was a specific countermeasure against the taboo life created by the Followers of Life.

In the original history, the Dawn Saintess had ignited the Radiance, holding the last line of defense for the Radiant Holy See, protecting tens of millions of humans. However, after the ceremony, the magic-exhausted Saintess was assassinated by the Esoteric Saintess and became a martyr.

Cersei also remembered this building, the famed Dawn Cathedral, constructed during the Chaos Dynasty, burned down in a great fire during the holy wars, and rebuilt by the Radiant Holy See in the Fourth Era.

So the task in this room is...to protect the Dawn Saintess until the ceremony is complete...?

Princess Cersei's pure white eyelashes quivered gently, and her gaze lowered to the immaculate young Princess, the Dawn Saintess—an exemplar for all saints and once the object of young Cersei's admiration. Her reason for joining the Radiant Holy See was to become as flawless and absolutely just as the Dawn Saintess.

Cersei watched the Dawn Saintess's figure from behind. She was cloaked in a white veil, barefoot, kneeling before the statue with hands clasped before her chest. The world's light seemed to press down on the delicate and exquisite shoulders of the Saintess...so holy, so moving.

Whenever young Cersei read the martyrdom story of the Dawn Saintess, she couldn't help but be moved to sadness, and her father often taught her to take the Dawn Saintess as a role model, to strive to be like her, to possess an unblemished heart capable of redeeming the world.

—"So this is how the incident unfolded?"

An Su, his face lined with frustration, interrupted Princess Cersei who had been vividly recounting her dreamy aspirations.

He couldn't help but wonder why this game's starting kills were so numerous.

"Hey hey," the Princess said with a light chuckle, feigning innocence as she playfully tilted her head.

An Su watched emotionlessly as the Dawn Saintess lay fallen on the ground, her pose peaceful as if truly asleep, while drops of blood steadily seeped from her chest.

The crimson blood stained the white hem of her dress, like red plum blossoms blooming in snow, droplets falling to the floor, congealing into dark brown scabs.

Why did you end up like this, sister…An Su's eyelids trembled faintly.

The trail of blood led all the way to Cersei's lowered left hand, where, nestled in her delicate and pure white palm, she held a heart clear and flawless like crystal glass.

Princess Cersei carried a perfect smile on her lips, looking as if nothing had happened while standing amidst the pool of blood.

Not only An Su fell into silence, but the examiners outside were also struck dumb by the grim scene. With the situation having developed to this point, everyone was caught off guard.

Merlin's eyelids twitched slightly, witnessing the tragedy unfolding within the Dawn Cathedral,

He couldn't have anticipated that Princess Cersei had just entered the room, and in less than half a minute, she had requested screening privileges from the stars. As soon as the request was granted, she assassinated the Dawn Saintess they were supposed to protect with a backstab to the heart, her movements fluid without any hesitation or delay.

Even he, a God of Law, had failed to react—wasn't the mission to protect the Dawn Saintess? Why did you kill her right at the start?

Even Merlin thought Princess Cersei was a bit too radical!

He sighed deeply, thankful that this segment had not been broadcast to the public. If it had been seen that the Princess publicly executed the Dawn Saintess, not only would the reputation of the Radiant Holy See be ruined, but there would also be no more applications for next year, and the street reputation of the Imperial Royal Family would plummet instantly. In the worst case, it could even trigger a political crisis, leading to an uprising.

The little Princess had performed so well in the first four tests, all passing with genuine skill and by the book. Why then did she suddenly stop acting and reveal her true nature in the fifth room?

"Perhaps it's because of An Su," Bishop Morgan suggested, supporting his cheek, "Didn't An Su cause a world-changing SS+ influence in the third room..."

SS+ level of world influence had surpassed that of Princess Cersei.

Merlin revealed a thoughtful expression; indeed, he had overlooked this.

It was An Su's influence that had caused Princess Cersei to change her style...adopting an even more radical and brutal way of passing the test.

This little guy is like a coal ball; whoever gets involved with him turns black!

"So be it," Merlin shrugged helplessly, "with the Dawn Saintess dying at the start, I have to see how they're going to handle the room's mission."

—"It's simple, I'll just become the Dawn Saintess,"

Princess Cersei smiled while watching An Su, her pure white eyes like the rime on early winter trees, misty and obscure, preventing anyone from discerning her true emotions. Though she was smiling, that smile carried not a single trace of warmth.