No, wait.
How did I suddenly become a Saint?
And looking at the comprehensive evaluation at the back, this wasn't even done by the system?
It seems like her own body has undergone an astonishing change.
Not only has her aptitude turned gold, but her Inspiration and Charisma have increased, and she even has a skill?
Although the system didn't use emojis this time, Syl felt as if she could already see the system looking frustrated.
"Oh my? How did my body turn gold? Oh, it turns out it was just my own good luck, then never mind."
Syl, of course, didn't miss this opportunity to ruthlessly mock the system.
But how did she inexplicably become a Saint? And this Element Control skill, what exactly is it?
As soon as Syl thought about Element Control, as if sensing her thoughts, all the knowledge regarding basic Element Control poured into her mind.
After the absorption was complete, Syl stared blankly at her right hand, not quite having come to her senses yet.
From the knowledge provided, Syl learned that there were things called Mages in this world.
Of course, the Church generally called male Mages 'Wizards' and female Mages 'Witches'; these were people the Church despised and considered blasphemers.
But these people possessed strange magic, and they had a strict internal hierarchy to distinguish between high-tier and low-tier casters.
It seemed to go from Tier 1 to Tier 5, and above that, they even categorized a Demigod tier, but she hadn't heard of anyone reaching it to this day.
Casting naturally required materials and related incantations. Tier 2 to Tier 3 were called Intermediate Mages; for Intermediate and above, materials and incantations weren't as necessary.
Syl's ability, however, was that she could manipulate the magic and elements within half a meter around her, without the need for casting, chanting, or materials.
In the demonstration by the little figure in her mind, a scorching giant fireball flew toward the figure, and Syl's soul could almost feel a wave of heat.
But when the fireball reached the little figure, it turned into... a beam of Holy Light? The Holy Light fell on the figure, and the figure even let out a comfortable grunt... Isn't this skill too perverted?
Furthermore, Syl could feel that this was just a skill she could control; perhaps because her strength was insufficient, there were more abilities she couldn't yet access.
Is this the power of a Golden rating? If Gold is already this fierce, what about Sparkling?
Although this skill was invincible, it still had many weaknesses.
For example, if someone threw a punch. Her frail body made it impossible for her to withstand a punch from a sturdy man; she'd probably be gone in one hit.
But against low-tier, non-area-of-effect magic, Syl should be able to crush them... probably?
Without having actually experienced real combat, Syl herself wasn't sure of the specifics.
In short, although she was Tier 0 right now, she was actually very strong, right?
Or perhaps everyone in this world was like they had cheats enabled, and her ability was actually trivial?
The main problem was still not understanding this world. It seemed she had to find a chance to sneak into the city and take a look. Syl knew there was a city not far from the Monastery, and it was the largest trading city in the Great Saya Empire.
It had the most people and the most opportunities, but of course, the crime rate was also the highest in the country.
So to be safe, she had to be fully prepared before entering the city; God knows what strange things she might encounter.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
While Syl was staring blankly at her status panel, the sound of knocking on the wooden door came from the entrance of the confinement room.
"Who is it?" Syl called out with some confusion.
Clearly, if someone wanted to see her, they could just open the door from the outside and come in; she couldn't open the door from the inside anyway.
"Little Syl, may I come in?" a gentle female voice came from outside.
A voice she hadn't heard before; perhaps her original self had no memory of this voice either.
"Come in."
There weren't any other options anyway.
The person outside seemed a bit impatient; the moment she heard Syl say to come in, she opened the door.
A beautiful woman dressed in luxurious clothing?
The figure in front of her slowly overlapped with the images in her memory, and Syl stood up in surprise: "Her Holiness, Pope Sharon."
Syl didn't perform the Church's etiquette. Don't ask why; the answer is she forgot.
But what Syl didn't know was that although the Pope in front of her appeared calm, her heart might be even more shocked than Syl's own.
Sharon found it hard to look away, especially after seeing the mark on Syl's right hand.
Two hundred years. The Church of Hope has finally seen hope, finally having a bridge to communicate with the deity—a new Saint.
Little Syl, who was already exceptionally beautiful, became even more... intoxicating after becoming the Saint.
Moreover, just looking at her made a sense of purity, holiness, and heart-fluttering emotion emerge from the heart. Someone with weaker mental fortitude might even kneel on the spot and swear their loyalty.
In fact, Sharon did exactly that.
The scepter symbolizing nobility floated casually to the side as Sharon stepped quickly to Syl, slowly knelt on one knee, reached out with her left hand to gently hold Syl's right hand, and kissed it.
"This, this, this..." The sudden turn of events made Syl's body freeze. She wanted to pull her hand back but didn't quite dare, so she just watched blankly as the Pope kissed the back of her hand.
Because the person in front of her was the Pope!
She was so good-looking. Although she didn't have a mirror right now, with so much Charisma added, she must be even more beautiful, right?
Could it be that this Pope... she, she, she doesn't want to!
This was a single-person confinement room; no one would come here at all. There were only the two of them in the room.
And the opponent was the Pope; Syl was definitely no match for her.
Feeling the somewhat warm and soft touch on the back of her hand, and seeing the noble Pope kneeling before her, Syl swallowed with some difficulty.
She's so big... Bah!
Am I finished?
Just as Syl was thinking about the 'thirty years east, thirty years west' trope and waiting until she got stronger to settle the score, Pope Sharon raised her head.
Sharon's pale gold pupils held a hint of a smile; it was an uncontrollable joy.
"Little Syl, you may not be very clear on things right now, but from now on, you are the new Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Hope."
"Hallowed be thy name, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven..."
"Saint Xier."
"According to the scriptures, this is your new name."
Sharon finished saying all this in a gentle tone, then slowly stood up, quietly looking at Syl, waiting for her response.
"Uh..." Having never seen such a scene before, Syl didn't know what to do at this moment and could only timidly reply, "Okay?"
Sharon's eyes seemed to have stars shining in them.
As expected of the Saint, her speech is so... uh... concise and full of Wisdom?