Delight looked at the tombstone, his expression freezing for a moment. He confirmed the name several times. Except for the surname, it was identical to Selene’s name, every character in its proper place.

“So, she was only eight years old…”

Delight turned and headed towards the small house of the graveyard keeper in the distance.

People believed that after death, souls would return to the realms of their respective gods. Those without faith would rest in the embrace of the Night Lord, but souls returning to the divine realms was a matter of the soul; the bodies of the deceased also needed caretakers.

This was also to prevent irregular necromancers from robbing graves. Graveyard keepers were therefore usually superhumans with certain abilities. They would remember the past of each deceased, and whether or not they were resting peacefully.

...

Selene felt that she had discovered something significant.

To test her discovery, she took out a book she’d never seen before, a book detailing the changes in noble literature during the Fourth Era. She wasn’t interested in this subject, and had never studied it before. So this book was a new experience.

Selene picked up the book, which was about two fingers thick, using four fingers to hold it down, her thumb on the pages. She bent the book with effort, then gently released her thumb. The pages fell down at a speed that was impossible to see with the eye.

About ten seconds later, Selene opened her hand, saying incredulously,

“I remember everything…”

Richter stroked his chin. Selene’s words had a certain coolness, if you ignored the doubt in her voice.

He picked up the book and flipped to a random page, asking her about a few passages.

Selene answered smoothly.

“So, Regressors get this kind of benefit? You guys didn’t say anything about this,” Selene tried to suppress her smile but failed. “Hee hee.”

Richter tried to stop Selene, whose mind was racing with excitement, from rubbing against him. She was acting like an excited animal that had just received praise.

“What are you giggling about… Calm down!”

The priest, who had been studying intently, glanced up, then looked back down.

Only when Selene was practically rubbing herself against Richter did she regain her composure, quickly returning to her seat, her face flushed.

She muttered to herself… No, even though she’d always been a terrible student, suddenly gaining this kind of memory boost was worth celebrating. But was she really this emotional? Was it because this body was so small? It’s a good thing it’s Richter, and he’s still a child…

Where did this ability come from? Did it come with this body? Or was it a gift after transmigration?

Selene’s gaze drifted across the bookstore window. A man noticed her staring and nodded with a smile.

She nodded back in a daze.

A second later, someone pushed open the door.

The sound of the bookstore door slamming shut attracted everyone’s attention. The person who had opened the door seemed surprised at how much force he’d used, and some of the wood had nearly shattered. Then, he casually threw a few gold coins onto the counter.

The shopkeeper, who was about to yell at him, immediately fell silent—he’d given him way more than was needed to repair the door.

Richter said in surprise,

“Master?”

The newcomer was Delight, the graveyard keeper, who seemed excited, having not controlled his strength when he’d opened the door. He only calmed down after he’d damaged it.

Delight rubbed his forehead and looked at the two.

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“I’ve discovered something. You two come with me. To the east of the city… Selene, it’s related to you.”

The two nodded and began to gather their things. Just as Selene was about to gather the scattered books, the treant at the door extended a branch into the shop, bundling the books together and placing them on itself.

The priest seemed to hear a familiar name and tilted his head.

“May I ask who you are?”

Delight also tilted his head. The events he’d just learned about had made him feel a little uneasy about interacting with the clerics of the Divine Glory Church. “I’m their master. And you?”

“I’m a priest from the Holy Blood Cathedral. I just received assistance from the two young mages,” the priest suddenly realized. “Then there’s no problem.”

In a different situation, Delight would have asked about how these two young mages could have helped an already superhuman priest. But he didn’t have the time or energy. He left as soon as they were finished packing.

The priest shook his head.

“That girl… she has the same name as the unfortunate young girl from a year ago…”

...

“Master, did you put the golem and the beast back into the scrolls?” Richter asked as they were walking.

Delight nodded, then turned to Selene.

“Selene, I need to apologize.”

“?” Selene was completely confused. “Apologize? For what?”

“I suspected you,” Delight sighed, explaining under their puzzled gazes. “You didn’t know why Richter and I… no, why we came to Lanstier, did you?”

Selene nodded hesitantly.

“I’ve only known you two for less than two days… I only know that you’re from Mittal in the south, that you’re Mittal’s Chief Mage, and Richter is your student. I don’t know why you came to Lanstier. Is that important?”

Delight nodded.

Seeing Selene’s attentive expression, he didn’t hide anything. He had originally thought she was an ordinary person. But now that he knew her identity, and sensed the undercurrent brewing… hiding anything would only lead to worse outcomes.

He had a bad feeling that the Church of True Light and the Omniscient Assembly weren’t simply planning on attacking the Holy City. The Church of True Light’s followers were insane and brainless, but the Omniscient Assembly wasn’t. Those intelligent madmen must know they wouldn’t be able to capture the Holy City or the meteor. They must have other, hidden goals…

“I’m here on the Empress’s orders. My purpose is to sign a… peace and cooperation agreement with Lanstier,” Delight’s eyes flickered, clearly not entirely trusting that this 《Peace and Cooperation Agreement》 was what it seemed, “Of course, that’s just the official reason. The real reason is the meteor beneath the Holy City.”

Selene remembered something.

“The meteor from the beginning of the Fifth Era?”

Delight nodded.

“That’s right. We’re not planning on taking it by force… Well, we did consider it, but we decided against it. The Empress decided to use Mittal’s name to cooperate with Lanstier in researching the meteor, signing a research agreement under the guise of a peace and cooperation agreement.”

“But doesn’t that meteor belong to the Divine Glory Church?” Richter asked, clearly surprised.

“They’ll agree,” Delight shook his head, then looked at Selene. “You know they will.”

“Me?” Selene pointed at herself in a daze, unconsciously saying, “Of course, I agree. I don’t know the Divine Glory Church or Lanstier.”

“That’s the problem,” Delight chuckled wryly.

Then he explained the situation with the meteor, including Selene’s identity, the two cults causing trouble in the Holy City, and what the Empress had told him—warp drives, hyperspace jumps, emergency landings of interstellar fleets—all of which left Selene quite speechless.

Selene wanted to interrupt several times, but ultimately decided to listen. While listening, she was clearly pondering…

This confirmed Delight’s suspicions. Selene hadn’t completely lost her memory. She recognized those strange terms.

The three fell silent. Delight didn’t speak, giving them time to process the information.

Only when they were near the cemetery did Selene speak, her voice filled with disbelief.

“I’m actually the Saintess of the Divine Glory Church, and I was secretly working with two cults to… to sabotage the church. To steal… a crashed spaceship? And I ended up losing my memory?”

She didn’t know how she had pieced these words together.

Delight didn’t answer directly, but added,

“I found a tombstone with your name in the cemetery. The graveyard keeper said it belonged to a black-haired, blue-eyed girl, around your age. She died a year ago in a magical machinery explosion… But she was an ordinary person. She wasn’t a Saintess of the Divine Glory Church.”

Richter’s expression also changed. He remembered what the priest had said.

Selene, mirroring his thoughts, had an even stranger expression.

“Theoretically, I died in an explosion a year ago. My body should have been examined. Then, for some unknown reason, I came back to life. Between then and now, I went to the Holy City, received the blessing of the Lord of Glory, became the Saintess, and then, before I could even get comfortable in my new position, I ended up joining two cults…”

What kind of mess had the original owner gotten herself into?! Was this something an eight-year-old girl could do?!

Selene wanted to turn around and go back to that snowy wasteland and see if she could transmigrate back onto that plane…

They had reached the cemetery. Delight cast a spell, shielding them from view before the graveyard keeper could spot them.

Selene quickly walked to the tombstone Delight had mentioned, seeing the name.

“Selene Bjorda.”

She frowned at the small tombstone. After Delight and the others approached, she suddenly and unexpectedly said,

“Let’s dig it up.”

“What did you say?” Delight questioned, unsure he’d heard correctly.

“I said let’s dig it up,” Selene turned, her expression earnest. “This is my grave, right? A priest buried me here. But I’m here now. Doesn’t that mean there’s nothing in there? But the graveyard keeper didn’t see me get out, did he? Aren’t you curious about what’s in there?

“So, let’s dig it up. I don’t mind.”