I'm not going to be an Spirit! (Translate)

Ten minutes later. 

Since the Holy Emperor had personally intervened, the Holy Residence guards could no longer stop Nia Honjo. 

After confirming that Nia Honjo wasn't carrying any weapons, she was allowed to enter the Holy Residence as a guest. 

Although the captain of the guard, Takuto Yasuwaki, had proposed staying with the Holy Emperor to protect her, after learning of his rude behavior toward Nia Honjo, the Holy Emperor not only refused but also demoted him as punishment. 

After entering the conference room, both parties took their seats. 

"Miss Honjo, I apologize for the behavior of my subordinates," the Holy Emperor said apologetically. "There are many outsiders among the Holy Residence guards, and I haven't yet been able to eliminate them all." 

"It's okay. I don't mind." 

"Then, please explain your purpose for coming here," the Holy Emperor said. "Since you know about the Seven Stars relics, you must be a member of a police company. Do you have something to report?" 

"Yes, I'm a member of the Tendo Civil Security Company. This afternoon, I worked with other members to recover the lost Seven Stars relics." 

As she spoke, Nia Honjo placed the suitcase on the table. 

The Holy Emperor looked at the suitcase, pursed her lips, and didn't know what to say. 

Not only was the unexplored area vast, making finding a Gastrea as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack, but even if a police company could accomplish this, it certainly wouldn't be the Tendo Civil Security Company, which was severely underfunded and understaffed. 

The Holy Emperor had initially thought this strange woman might have important information about the relics, which was why she had taken the time to meet her. However, she hadn't expected Nia Honjo to claim that she had already found the relics. 

It sounded like a blatant lie. 

"Considering that Lord Holy Emperor might not believe my word alone, I was smart enough to record a video while retrieving the Seven Stars relics." 

Nia Honjo seemed prepared and pulled out her phone. 

The Holy Emperor didn't move, but a maid nearby took the phone, adjusted it, and projected the video onto a screen. 

"Hello, this is Nia Honjo. We're flying over an unexplored area now. Come over and say hello, young man." 

As soon as the video started, Nia Honjo was seen recording with her phone, pestering Rentaro Satomi to join her in the shot. 

Then, the footage shifted to a forest outside the helicopter. 

Although the image quality wasn't perfect, the Holy Emperor could still see Gastrea running in the forest, attracted by the helicopter's noise. 

After seeing this, she was already half-convinced. 

The video fast-forwarded through the boring flight until they found the target Gastrea. 

"Hey, is that the Gastrea we're looking for?" 

"Yes, that's the one." 

"It looks like it's stage two or three. It can fly, but it's not specialized in defense. Let's deal with it quickly." 

"I'll count to three. Get ready to parachute!" 

The next scene showed the three of them jumping out of the helicopter and shooting down the flying Gastrea. 

The poor Gastrea died before it even realized the enemy was coming. 

Then, without wasting time, they dismembered the Gastrea before other Gastrea could be attracted. They found the mucus-stained suitcase among the blackened and twisted organs. 

After watching the video, the Holy Emperor was convinced that these were the real Seven Stars relics. 

However, she still had one doubt. 

"How did you know the location of this Gastrea?" the Holy Emperor asked, staring intently at Nia Honjo. "In the video, it seems like you already knew its location and didn't need to search for it at all." 

"You're right. I did know its location from the beginning," Nia Honjo answered without hesitation. 

Her frankness stunned everyone. 

After all, in everyone's eyes, the loss of the Seven Stars relics had been an accident. 

Yet, Nia Honjo had recovered them within half a day. 

She even claimed she had known the relics' location all along. 

This was a highly suspicious statement. 

If it had truly been an accident, no one should have known the Gastrea's location. 

But if someone had known the location, it would mean the loss of the relics wasn't an accident. 

"Ladies, could you please not make that gesture of reaching for your guns? It's making me uneasy about my safety," Nia Honjo said with a grin. 

"Although we have no intention of repaying kindness with enmity, we must remain on high alert until Miss Honjo explains the source of her intelligence," the Holy Emperor said. 

"Okay, okay, Lord Holy Emperor, you have the final say," Nia Honjo shrugged. "Are you sure these two can be trusted?" 

"Yes, they are my confidants, having been by my side since childhood. There's no one more trustworthy in the Holy Residence." 

"Alright, then I won't hide it. But you must promise not to tell anyone what you see in this room." 

"I can guarantee it, and so can they." 

Nia Honjo nodded. 

Although the backgrounds of the two maids were still unclear, she could verify their trustworthiness later using the Whispering Volume. 

As for the Holy Emperor, Nia Honjo knew what kind of person she was. 

Though she was unqualified as a ruler due to her age, immaturity, and methods, this very purity was what Nia Honjo needed. 

If the Holy Emperor had been as experienced a politician as Kikunojou Tendo, Nia Honjo wouldn't have wanted to deal with her. 

"You asked me where I got my information, right?" 

Nia Honjo stood up from the sofa, causing the two maids to tighten their grips on the pistols hidden under their skirts. 

However, Nia Honjo didn't back down. She spread her arms and declared solemnly, "God has granted me the authority to know everything in the world." 

Silence. 

Deafening silence. 

The two maids exchanged glances, and one of them almost laughed out loud. 

The Holy Emperor face darkened, clearly feeling she was being toyed with. 

However, as light suddenly filled the room, the next moment, something inexplicable unfolded before their eyes. 

The three of them stared wide-eyed, and the two maids even forgot their duty to protect their master for a moment. 

What they saw was too absurd. 

The ink-colored Astral Dress materialized on Nia Honjo body, radiating a holy aura. 

The Whispering Volume and the Pen of Narration floated around her, as if guarding her. 

The figure identified as a nun slowly opened her eyes and clasped her hands as if in prayer, resembling a true chosen one of God. 

"I am Nia Honjo, the Spirit of Wisdom," she said. 

"I have come to this world to spread the gospel of God."