[Sigh]

After Karus left and issued a stern command for no one to disturb me today, I buried myself deeply into the sofa.

"Now is not the time to worry about Iris and the male protagonists."

The situation was dire, with the fire blazing beneath my feet. It was a massive inferno concerning the prayer meeting and Evelina's reputation.

I lifted my attire slightly, stealing a glance at Evelina's body. The reddish marks still lingered on her skin. Such blemishes would disappear instantly if one used their powers of virility. However, I couldn't do that.

"Virility cannot heal oneself."

That was the flaw of virility. While those blessed with power could heal others, they were unable to heal themselves, perhaps as a result of the divine will that urged them to exert their strength.

"First and foremost, men must never be allowed to enter."

I told Karus not to let any men in, as we didn't need them. However, he seemed to misunderstand my intentions and insisted on seeking more suitable individuals, raising his voice. It seemed that he couldn't be satisfied with the previous men and resorted to mischief.

In response, he quickly withdrew, requesting that I reconsider his appointment as Vice Governor. Of course, there was no way I would let the men he chose this time enter the temple.

"We must also clean up the surroundings quickly... But for now, the issue of the prayer meeting takes precedence."

In the novel, starting with the prayer meeting, Evelina's reputation hit rock bottom. First and foremost, I had to successfully carry out this prayer meeting.

***

The preparation was not difficult. Everyone in the temple was desperately helping, which made it easier. I scoured all of Evelina's memories and recalled the people associated with the prayer meeting. Then, I went outside immediately and expressed my desire to check the progress of the prayer meeting. The priests had an incredulous look on their faces, but without delay, they rushed off somewhere.

When they returned, they were accompanied by a large group of people.

First and foremost, what astonished me was that there were only two weeks left until the prayer meeting. Secondly, it surprised me that Evelina hadn't participated in the preparations even once throughout the year, considering that this event occurred only once annually.

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The priests seemed to be determined to finish all the tasks before they could indulge in their capriciousness.

First, there were piles of papers on the desk containing the schedule of the prayer meeting. After listening to a lengthy explanation, I found myself facing the priests in charge of the ceremonial attire.

"Do I have to wear more?"

When I wearily questioned them, who had worn ceremonial attire ten times already, their expressions turned into faces that wondered why I would ask such an obvious question. After counting them, I realized I had to change into fifteen different sets of attire within two days. Not only were they different attires, but they also had distinct requirements for each stage, what to write, what to wear over them, and what shoes to wear.

After a long inspection of those attires, other priests approached and spoke.

"Your Holiness, if you don't mind, could you please inspect the route of the prayer meeting? Although there haven't been major changes compared to last year, it would be helpful for the priests attending for the first time..."

The voices of those priests grew fainter and fainter. It was natural. In the past, when priests made such requests, Evelina would immediately respond with, "It's bothersome, so I'll pass," and retreat to her room. The priests' faces showed concern about what would happen this time if she did the same.

"I understand. Lead the way."

In truth, I had been eagerly anticipating this task. After opening my eyes in Evelina's body, I had spent all my time within her room. I was afraid that if I made any mistakes and people noticed something odd while being outside, what would I do?

But if I went out surrounded by the priests for the preparation of the prayer meeting, they would guide me, and there would be no one easily approachable.

Soon, I ventured out with the priests.

Although it was just going outside the main temple, there were over dozens of people attending to me. When the leading priests signaled the people in the temple to step aside, they hurriedly moved to the side, bowing deeply.

Even in the room, it was burdensome, but once I stepped outside, I truly realized the power held by the position of a saint.

"First, let us inspect the central square."

The leading priest said so and guided me.

The central square.

At those words, I flinched and stopped speaking. The central square within the temple. It was the place where Evelina was executed in the novel. As I approached the terrace at the end of the white marble corridor, the vastness of the square spread before my eyes.

"Wow..."

I tried to hold it in, but inadvertently, an exclamation escaped my lips. The square that unfolded beneath the terrace could easily accommodate a small town. At that moment, I truly realized how massive this temple was, judging by the size of the central square.

"A place this immense, solely created for the saint..."

In the midst of realizing the overwhelming power possessed by the saint, I locked eyes with someone in the square.