Chapter 3: The New Name
The message crystal then shattered, its spiritual words hanging in the air: Left by Asier Aili Shengguang.
Judging from the message and a note left on the desk, “he” was to start teaching at the Holy Light Academy today and, moreover, had to change “his” name to “Yier Meng Aili Shengguang.”
To make a demon teach students who believed in the Holy Light… he truly had no idea what his student, the Pope, was thinking.
(From this point on, Yueshen Ji will be formally known as Asier Aili Shengguang, Yueshen Guang will be formally known as Yier Meng Aili Shengguang, and the pronoun “he” will be changed to “she”.)
“So now I have to go report to the academy on my own, I suppose.”
Submit, or die.
Asier really did have a twisted sense of humor. Although the crystal message said she was out on business, she might very well be watching from nearby. Visual interference magic… given the huge gap in magical power between them, and the fact that this body had been tampered with, it would be easy. In Asier’s teasing message, she saw a clear warning in her eyes: if she dared to resist, her life would be forfeit in an instant.
The clothes were already neatly on her body. Despite the immense unwillingness in her heart, she had no choice but to obey for now.
As for why she was killed by Asier, why she was resurrected in this female body as Yier Meng, and what the point of being sent to the Holy Light Academy was—the young girl had many thoughts, but she suppressed them all one by one.
Her hand gripped the doorknob. With a clockwise turn, Yier Meng stepped out.
The corridor outside was exceptionally spacious. The floor was paved with slabs of holy marble, and the walls were carved with ancient-looking murals, likely telling stories of gods and their followers.
As she walked, she occasionally saw nuns pass by with elegant yet proper steps, nodding to Yier Meng when they saw her.
It seemed her status here was not low.
Furthermore, the wall sconces here were lit every ten meters. Flames flickered within the lamps, their frames engraved with magical runes that ensured they would never burn out unless attacked.
“I…”
Pushing open the heavy cathedral doors, Yier Meng saw the world outside.
Everything in the Holy Light Kingdom was, as expected, suffused with a sense of holiness—an aura that her former self had found so repulsive she had, on more than one occasion, cursed these foolish architects to death.
“Heh, to think that upon seeing it again, I’d actually find this place to be so wonderfully warm,” she laughed self-deprecatingly.
The feeling of being brought back from the dead was indeed a good one.
Here she saw a scene of peace and harmony, filled with the snow-white, delicate calves of the young nuns and the schoolgirls coming and going from the Holy Light Academy. Their beautiful thighs were exposed beneath ultra-short skirts, and their form-fitting uniforms accentuated their fine chests. Yier Meng discovered she was starting to quite like it here.
“Such vibrant young boys and girls.”
It couldn’t be helped. In her past life, her body had been modified by magic. To become His Majesty, the Emperor of the Yeling Empire, she had forsaken many things. Though her body was still that of a normal demon, she couldn’t muster any interest in any woman.
If it weren’t for certain political affairs among the demons, her war with the Holy Light Kingdom, and the need for support from a particularly powerful high-ranking demon, she wouldn’t have even needed to get engaged and have a fiancée in name only.
According to a simple map thoughtfully drawn on the note, Yier Meng knew that the Holy Light Academy was located on the same grounds as the Holy Light Kingdom’s central cathedral.
The world’s most devout followers, the entire kingdom’s most distinguished nobles.
This was the most powerful center of the Holy Light Kingdom. Every pope was born from the Papal Court, and every king crowned by the pope was raised in the academy. The talented young men and treasured daughters of the great noble families were, without exception, all graduates of the Holy Light Academy. Even the few commoners who attended were the elite of the elite, geniuses among geniuses.
However, because today was the Holy Radiance Day, most students had gone to the chapel to listen to the archbishop’s lecture. As a result, aside from a very small number of students lingering on campus for personal reasons, the academy seemed rather empty, lacking the bustling energy of the students who had rushed toward the cathedral earlier.
