Western Fantasy: I Offer My Blade to the Saintess

[Western Fantasy + Not a Power Fantasy + Sequel] A great calamity is coming. An inscrutable force will sweep away the souls of every race, and nothing can stop it. After the High Priest prayed to the heavens for days, he finally received three lines of prophecy. 【Fragments of Radiance, Atalius, the Tree of Life.】 That was all. After several days of discussion, the Dawnlight Academy finally decided to issue a notice to the entire continent of Ophi. Search for the Fragments of Radiance, rebuild the ruins of Atalius, and find a way to revive the Tree of Life. Those who believed sprang into action, while those who did not dismissed it as a scheme by the Dawnlight Academy to place theocracy above all and seize control of the continent. An unknown terror enveloped the entire continent of Ophi. “I'm going to take the Dawnlight Academy's Saintess selection trials and stop the world from ending!” If anyone else had said this, Lady Ebis might have tapped her pipe and carried on smoking without a change of expression, adding: What a delusional idiot! But the one saying it was her beloved daughter, born with tremendous strength and a head full of strange ideas. “Darling,” Lady Ebis rubbed her forehead, where a vein was bulging, and spoke gently. “You don't have any magic. You can't even get through the Dawnlight Academy's gates.” “If you have nothing to do, go help your mother water the vegetable patch.” “But, Mama Ebis, I want to save the worl, ” “Quiet! Go save the vegetables first!” As she watched the girl grumble and walk away carrying a bucket, Lady Ebis's eyes were full of affection, mingled with a trace of worry. Perhaps the moment she had lifted the infant girl from the crimson cocoon on that cold, snowy night, fate had already turned onto an entirely different path.