Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 825 - 464 Something Stole the Light

Chapter 825: Chapter 464: Something Stole the Light Chapter 825 -464: Something Stole the Light Negris felt a sudden lurch in her heart and almost let out a cry.

Kvada! Wasn’t this blatantly telling others that she knew about the Holy Light as well?

As expected, the priests looked at the Little Angel’s hand in amazement, and Monica grabbed the Little Angel’s hand in shock to take a closer look.

“It is indeed the Holy Light, such pure Holy Light. Truly befitting of the Saintess’s natural talent for affinity with the Holy Light. No need to learn, just watching us a few times and she learned it, too impressive,” Yunico said excitedly.

Pfft—Could they really interpret it that way? Could it not be because she already knew it?

Monica also exclaimed excitedly, “Yes, such great talent. Only a pure Saintess who has just grasped the Holy Light could release such pure Holy Light. Ah, we have actually been tainted by reality, having too many stray thoughts in our minds.”

Pfft—Is it because it’s too pure that you all misunderstood?

Indeed, when a Saintess first grasped the Holy Light, it was very pure, devoid of too many impurities. With age, as their thoughts became more complex, it became very difficult to release such pure Holy Light again.

But is there a possibility that the person in front of you is so simple due to her innocence, rather than because she has just ‘grasped’ the Holy Light?

Or perhaps the entity that bestowed her with the Holy Light was purer, which is why she has such pure Holy Light? Pure, clean, confusing the two, right?

Negris really wanted to jump out, undo her belt, pull out the elastic band inside, twist it into a slingshot, and fire it at her face—to make her see clearly!!

All of a sudden, Yunico noticed something, leaned her head forward, and looking at Monica’s face in horror, she exclaimed, “Mo… um, no, Great Priest Monica, your face?”

Monica subconsciously covered her face, glaring at Yunico angrily.

The birthmarks and scars on her face made Monica very self-conscious. Even as her daughter, Yunico shouldn’t poke at her wounds in front of others.

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Knowing that her mother was angry, but too astounded by her discovery, Yunico had to say again, “Mother, your scar has faded, look for yourself.”

She then took out a small mirror from her bosom.

Monica took the mirror with a half-believing, half-doubting attitude and looked at her face.

The moment she lowered her hand, there was a commotion all around.

Drawn in by their mother-daughter conversation, the female priests had already turned their attention to Monica, some even circling to the front to get a clear view of Monica’s face.

Monica saw her face clearly and shuddered, looking up in disbelief.

She knew that scar on her face all too well, the twisted growth that bulged, twisting each time she spoke like a worm, which was why she usually kept her hair long to cover it.

While it was easy to cover a scar, the birthmark that spread across half of her face was not so easy to hide. As the Great God, she couldn’t keep her face hidden, occasionally having to endure people’s sympathetic or disgusted expressions.

Disgust was tolerable. She was the Great God, the deity liked her, and who were you to dislike her? But those sympathetic looks were the ones to easily anger her, implying ‘such a great figure but such a poor face, what a pity’.

But now, that ugly, worm-like scar had faded, and the bulge wasn’t so pronounced anymore.

How could this be? Monica looked toward Little Angel’s hands.

“Is it you? Could… could we try again?” Monica had not realized her voice was trembling.

Little Sky took a big sip of the sweet fruit tea and brought forth the Holy Light to press against Monica’s face once more.

Under everyone’s intense gaze, the scar faded more and more, gradually shrinking and smoothing out until only a white mark remained, with all the raised scars gone.

“Wow!”

“Wow… it’s so miraculous.”

Monica trembled as she touched the scar, feeling its smoothness, then lifted the mirror to look again, finally saying excitedly, “Is this… this is the pure Holy Light just grasped? The most pure Holy Light, possessing the power to purify all things?”

Pfft—Inside Ange’s soul, Negris conjured up an image of herself ‘leaning back and violently spurting blood’.

Kvada, could it really be interpreted that way? Could there not be a possibility that this wasn’t pure Holy Light, but some kind of Healing Magic?

No, Monica firmly didn’t believe it, nor did Yunico. They refused to believe that this tender and cute little loli knew Divine Arts, clearly just a Vegetable Farmer’s little girl who came to deliver vegetables with her father. How could she possibly know Divine Arts?

Even if she did know Divine Arts, was there any that could heal such an old scar?

No, such old scars had formed skin memory. Even if you cut them off and treated them, the scars would still return.

Having never heard of such Divine Arts herself, there was only one answer: the mighty power of pure Holy Light!

“It’s amazing, truly worthy of a Saintess’s talent. To release the Holy Light twice in a row after just having grasped it is impressive. It’s a pity, though, that the Holy Light has no effect on birthmarks,” not only did Monica think so, but Yunico felt the same, and she even felt pity.

Birthmarks? Little Angel titled her head and reached out a finger.

Ange immediately picked her up because inside his soul, Negris was roaring, “Stop her, stop her, stop her from using the Freckle Removal Technique, this idiot!!”

“And who might this be?!” Monica frowned, questioning who dared treat their Saintess in such a manner. What audacity.

As soon as Yunico saw her frown, she knew what it meant and hurriedly explained, “This is Mr. Ange, father of the little friend.”

“Oh, so it’s Mr. Ange. I am so grateful to you and your daughter for healing my scar. Please, I must have the chance to thank you both properly.”