Even Ennie is no exception.
Her affection for Shiayar is selfless.
Therefore, no matter what happens.
The tasks Su Lun is set on will not change in any way.
The magnificent magic runes illuminated one after another around Su Lun, lighting up with her intention.
And thus, Su Lun's steps moved steadily through the sub-dinsions folded within the Sumr Flower Cathedral.
Until the silver-white radiance of the magictech equipnt brightened the narrow sub-dinsion completely.
And Su Lun's deanor transford as well.
She was no longer the pure and unsullied perfect Saintess of the Dawn Church, adored by all.
Nor was she the playful and sly woman only Shiayar had ever seen.
In an instant, her body and spirit harmonized, rged, and beca one with the sub-dinsion filled with magictech equipnt and rune arrays, and the air around her—
The ripples of longing cald.
Su Lun's "warmth" dominated the entire solemn sub-dinsion.
Just like the ruler of the whole magic grounds—the "chanical Empress."
This was a place unknown even to the upper echelons of the Dawn Church, the Saints, Cardinals, and even the highest echelon of the "Golden Dawn," accessible only to her sub-dinsion.
Much like in the Black Tower, where each Legendary Rank Eight Page Mage would build their own Mage Tower.
This sub-dinsion was Su Lun, the chanic's, "Mage Tower."
It was also the "Magic Workshop" that this chanical prodigy spent over a decade constructing in secrecy.
Or one could say it was her "stronghold."
The most crucial piece of knowledge Su Lun learned from Shiayar was disguise and the art of concealnt.
If she were to expose all her power, it would only provoke vigilance and caution from adversaries, obstructing her endeavors.
But if she could hide her brilliance, she could await the mont that would illuminate the night with astounding radiance.
chanical-type chanics differ from traditional Beastmasters.
Most Beastmasters, together with their Pet Beasts, are their greatest power, and the vitality and energy belonging to them as superiors aren't easily concealed. They might suffice before weaker ones, but could be easily exposed when facing equals.
However, it's different for chanics.
Apart from the spiritual power and soul strength all Beastmasters must cultivate but also conceal deeply and make most undetectable.
For chanics, the root of their power lies not in anything living—be it magic constructs, rune arrays, or chanical constructs.
But through constant accumulation of expertise and the creation of new technology, a chanic's power can continually rise, accumulating with no ceiling.
And as the Dawn Saintess, Su Lun spent years in the Sacred Court of "Florence" and naturally had few opportunities to act personally.
Even to this day, even Saints and Cardinals who represent the highest ranks of the Dawn Sacred Court only know that Su Lun's strength should have stepped into Legendary recently.
She is, after all, an outstanding figure who erged from thousands, from dozens of gifted, resource-rich Saintess candidates, entering Legendary under the age of twenty, a rarity even among all previous Dawn Saintesses.
But how far Su Lun's cultivation in the realm of chanics has truly reached.
Even Shiayar can't be certain.
He only has a vague sense that this Saintess, who has borrowed much of his own cunning, is hiding a lot.
And indeed, Su Lun is hiding things.
She has hidden for ten years since entering the Sacred Court.
And if considering the subjective ti felt through accelerated thought thanks to the Sacred Relic in the Sacred Court that speeds up thinking—
It might equate to decades or even hundreds of years.
Through day and night of research and improvent, as a chanic, as the founder of this Mage Tower, refining her combat ground day after day, year after year.
And this ticulously perfected Magic Workshop over ten years.
Its imagined enemy—
Is the founder of the "Golden Dawn," the so-called Eighth God.
Or—
The primordial Sun God of the Glorious Era in the First Era.
...
Initially, Su Lun chose to enter the Dawn Sacred Court in Florence, passing a series of rigorous trials to beco a Saintess candidate.
Her objective was quite simple.
If she could stand out among many Saintess candidates and beco the admired Dawn Saintess.
Then she could appear before him, reborn, just like in the fairytale Shiayar spoke of—the ugly duckling becos a swan.
Even soone as shrewd as Shiayar would feel a flutter, even be captivated by the contrast between the impoverished orphan girl of the past and the radiant Dawn Saintess.
Moreover, by becoming the Dawn Saintess, she would gain the qualification to mobilize the resources of the Dawn Church.
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