It is the day after my arrival in Rome.
I was hoping I could have some time to get used to things around here, but I think that can go to hell.
─Sanctify these gifts Lord, with the outpouring of your Spirit and make them [Body] and [Blood] of Jesus Christ our Lord. ─. I end with the epiclesis in order to consecrate unleavened bread and wine as objects of communion.
A slight glow comes off my hands when I draw a cross in the air. This is my [Prana] same that consecrates the above-mentioned elements. I take a small drink, without any problem, [Cardinal] had already exercised me, [Baptism], [First Communion] and [Confirmation] in order to ordain myself as [Priestess]. I was 0 ☆ until yesterday, when the [Matriarch] gave me my first 15 ☆.
Examining my actions, there was Cardinal Giuntolli.
When I finish consecrating, she comes to my side and on a silver tray... she has an aborted fetus.
She places the tray on the altar table, and bowing briefly, she takes the chalice in her hands and with an expression of regret.
She sheds the [Blood of Christ] on the preserved fetus.
We have been doing internships since I arrived. They didn't even give me time to rest until I could get it right. And it seems that for the first time it is working.
When the [Blood of Christ] fell on the fetus, it was like seeing a camera in reverse that begins to return the fetus to normal.
─Hah... ─. A sigh of relief escapes my lips.
The [Blood of Christ] begins to regenerate the structure of the fetus piece by piece, but not only that, it has also given it the size of a newborn baby. Before it was the size of a pencil, but now it is perfectly a complete baby.
This is the cool part of our practice.
We have already done different cases and it turns out that the [Resurrection] is not only provided to those who drink the [Blood of Christ] that I consecrate. But it can regenerate lost limbs, heal wounds and deadly diseases, and now we saw, give the life that was denied to a baby.
Cardinal Giuntolli takes the baby in her hands and hands it to one of the nuns close to us.
You will see.
That I'm doing all these things...
He just makes me too attention-grabbing. You get it, right? It is too obvious!
My actions only make the media have their eyes on me more and more! I can't go unnoticed now!
They have even formed a specialized group to protect me, only the best of the best are here present, and although they respond to any request I make, they have more expectations of me than anyone else in all of Rome!
As I go my name is going to spread around the world in a few days if it hasn't already.
─It was an excellent job, Minerva. We've done enough here, so let's go find your symbol.
Cardinal Giuntolli ruffles my hair with her left hand as she says casually.
I follow her behind.
Right now we are heading towards the [Chair of San Pedro], which for obvious reasons is the place where we can find what we are going to use as my weapon from now on. It is essential that someone like me, of such great importance to the [Catholic Church], have a way to defend myself with all my might from those who try to harm me.
Although my stats will remain static for the rest of my life, it does not mean that I cannot die at some point if someone attacks me.
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● An error has been detected in the subject's [Genetic Memory].
● Immediate corrections are required.
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Sorry to hear a murmur in my head, but I don't think it's about anything in particular.
Well, I can ignore it for now.
Like a good girl, I follow the Cardinal without a bit of hesitation. She has been taking care of me for a long time, so it's not like she took me to execution for doing something too reckless.
Taking the next step.
My consciousness disconnects for an instant from my body.
─Ah!
Surprised, I turn to see my surroundings, unable to understand what just happened.
But... the smell of blood enters my nostrils.
An iron aroma, similar to that of iron along with the essence of wood being burned. I was silent, watching the scene around me.
I am on top of a sea of blood.
So deep that I could put my whole hand in without a problem. My mind cannot properly analyze the things that are happening right now.
I feel dizzy...
─W, what...?
I find myself confused.
And I can't think rationally.
But seeing what is on my lap, I am able to understand everything. My pulse is racing. My breathing becomes harsh. And every moment I am on the verge of collapse.
I'm just a little girl...
What have I been thinking about?
I would not... have to be involved... in the problems this world has...
I wanted to have a quiet life... in this new world... I thought I was going to be able to do it all over again. That I should have no worries or that I was going to marry a good man who fell in love with me.
But this is when I realized... that I'm not even going to have a chance to breathe from now on.
I'm annoyed.
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● Warning!
- The subject's mental state is deteriorating.
- Measure to be taken: Expulsion of the projection in 5min.
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Silently, I leave the severed head of the [Matriarch] somewhere in the lake of blood. And taking hers [Staff] and my [Cross] in my hands, I filter all my [Prana] at once to merge them both into a single tool.
"I am the servant of the Lord, let it be done to me according to your word"
It was what the Virgin Mary responded to Saint Gabriel the Archangel. And those same words haunt my head in this small, brief and insignificant moment of what will be the rest of my life.
I feel how anger flows through my veins, heating them and producing the actions that I will take from now on.
I am──Minerva Ivanhoe.
I will take the role as such and use the capabilities that were provided to me to eliminate the enemy in front of me.
Because.
It is that taking the [Cross of Saint Peter] with both hands, I mark once again the territory of the [Holy Catholic Church].
The Church that is [One], [Holy], [Catholic] and [Apostolic].
I have the duty of directing it on my shoulders.
I stand up. Even though I am a simple girl. With my mouth, I remove the glove from my right hand and without a single hesitation, I am about to take revenge for the person who appropriately rewarded my achievements.
─So you're "She", huh? Very small to tell the truth, but I feel in you that you are the person I came here for.
The [Demon King] of [Gluttony]──Beelzebub, a black demon with large wings and horns, with a frightening appearance that would make even the bravest shit their pants.
I am afraid too.
But the anger that runs through my veins is stronger than that fear. Amadea Dionisio did not deserve to die, definitely not. If a body is decapitated, there is nothing I can do to resurrect it.
Even I have my limitations, after all, I am not [God]. I am only in the shadow of this [God].
But as insignificant as my miserable existence is, it has a purpose to fulfill.
Step by step, I approach the [Demon of Gluttony] and as if nothing is happening, he doesn't even make an attempt to move away.
He is underestimating me.
─What?! My... immortal body...! What the hell have you...?!
When my right hand touches Beelzebub.
His body begins to disintegrate.
I look at him with pity, no... as you would look at a small and insignificant insect. Something without any sentimental value for which you can feel complex emotions such as pity.
Certainly, it is an offense to the insects to be compared to this bastard.
The demon tries to grab me with his hands, but when he tries, they are repelled by my robe with the [Matriarchal Blessing]. In that little instant.
I showed someone who had never felt fear, what it is the despair of being despised by a [God].
The [Fear of God] is what we call one of the seven gifts of the [Holy Spirit].
Right now, Beelzebub fully receives the gaze that one day in the future he will judge even the [Angels] themselves and in an instant, his body ends up being erased from existence itself.
My heart is still pounding by then.
I lose all the strength that was in my body... and I faint.
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● The time limit has been reached. The [Genetic Memory] has suffered a major failure.
- The subject will be removed from [Cagliostro] and constant observation is recommended until she recovers.
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