Eighty-year-old Saintess Lucilia stood up from her chair. Despite her advanced age and seemingly fragile frame, she stood remarkably steady, walking with the grace of her youth. Her face was lined with wrinkles, yet it radiated an undeniable wisdom.
The setting was the grand hall of the church during mass. All the saintess candidates were lined up across the room. Slowly, Lucilia approached Aelia and pointed her finger.
Aelia was a twenty-year-old holy maiden, the most gifted prodigy in every discipline. She was the one child everyone was certain would become the next saintess. Suppressing a confident smile, she thought the title was already hers.
However…
Aelia's eyes suddenly widened in utter shock.
Saintess Lucilia wasn't pointing at her. She was pointing at Caspia, a five-year-old child standing right behind her.
"You are the next saintess candidate."
