Polina and Rayne were overjoyed to hear Consta say this.
The two bowed deeply to Primrose and Consta, a full ninety degrees.
“Thank you very much, Goddess! Thank you very much, Lady Ruler!”
Their marriage was finally settled.
Primrose turned her gaze to the other two and settled on the red-haired girl.
“Your name is Mila, right?”
Mila was still overwhelmed by having seen the Goddess’s breathtaking beauty up close, and when the Goddess suddenly spoke to her, she flinched.
Her usual frank and fiery personality vanished completely in that moment.
She was like an elementary school student called on by a teacher, so nervous she could barely speak properly.
“Y-yes, Goddess.”
Mila’s palms were slick with sweat from nerves.
Primrose found her like this quite amusing.
“Consta has already told me about your sister.”
Primrose said bluntly, “I will use Transfer Magic to send you and Cecilia back together, and have Cecilia treat your sister.”
Hearing this, Mila’s eyes instantly turned red.
She had taken on quests desperately and saved money frugally, all to save her sister.
Now the Goddess was actually willing to personally cast Transfer Magic to send them back!
This was truly a tremendous blessing.
“Th-thank you, Goddess!”
Mila bowed deeply again, almost bending to ninety degrees.
After bowing, she immediately straightened up and hurriedly pulled a heavy package from the cloth bag she carried.
The package was wrapped in coarse burlap, and from inside came the clear clink of metal.
Mila held the package with both hands and thrust it toward Cecilia.
“Saint, this is the treatment fee!”
Her voice was especially loud, carrying the relief of finally being able to hand over the money.
These gold coins were what she had saved with all her might over years of repeatedly teetering on the edge of life and death.
Every single gold coin was steeped in her blood and sweat.
Cecilia stared blankly at the package held out to her.
She looked down at the package, then up at Mila.
“What treatment fee?”
Cecilia’s eyes turned into black-ringed white eyes with a single little cowlick.
As the Saintess of the Sanctuary Council, when had she ever charged money to save people with Purification Magic?
Seeing that Cecilia did not take the package, Mila thought she was being told the money was too little and became anxious.
“It’s the fee for asking the Saint to personally treat someone!”
Mila looked at Cecilia and quickly explained, “The clergy in the Royal Capital said that to ask the Saint to personally act, it costs at least 1,000 gold coins. I have 1,200 here, all of it.”
Hearing Mila’s words, Cecilia finally understood.
1,000 gold coins!
For ordinary commoners or low-ranking adventurers, this was absolutely an astronomical sum.
They likely could not earn that much money in their entire lives.
It was those incompetent, meddling low-level enforcers of the Sanctuary Council again!
No wonder!
No wonder, at some point, everyone she was arranged to treat was a high-ranking noble dressed in splendor.
She had originally thought it was simply that nobles were more likely to come into contact with those rare curses.
Now it seemed it was entirely because of the exorbitant treatment fees!
Most commoners who truly needed treatment were shut out by this enormous fee.
Meanwhile, those clergy used her name to rake in money wildly behind the scenes.
Ordinary people did not even have the right to meet her once.
They had turned the Sanctuary Council into a tool for making money and turned her, the Saintess, into a money tree.
The more Cecilia thought about it, the angrier she became.
She had always claimed to be the Goddess’s most devout believer, determined to spread the Goddess’s gospel to everyone who suffered.
Yet such filthy things had happened right under her nose.
This was nothing short of blasphemy against faith in the Goddess!
Cecilia took a deep breath and forced down the anger in her heart.
She reached out and pushed the package of gold coins Mila had offered back to her.
“Please take it back.”
Cecilia’s voice was cold, hard, and firm.
Mila was pushed back half a step, her face full of disbelief.
“Saint… is it not enough money? I can go borrow more…”
Mila was so anxious she was about to cry.
“It’s not that the money is insufficient,” Cecilia interrupted.
She looked directly into Mila’s eyes and said, word by word, “I have never needed to charge any fee to treat people.”
Mila was stunned.
“No… treatment fee?”
“Yes,” Cecilia said firmly. “You only need to show proper respect to the Goddess’s Divine Statue and keep a devout heart.”
Cecilia turned to glance at Primrose, her eyes full of guilt.
Then she looked back at Mila and said solemnly, “You must have been deceived by those low-level clergy. I will handle this personally. I will not let a single one of those parasites who use my name to amass wealth go.”
Mila held the heavy package of gold coins, completely dumbfounded.
She did not need money, only to bow to the Divine Statue?
The money she had saved with all her might was actually unnecessary?
In that moment, she felt like the hardships of the past few years were a joke.
But rather than disappointment, what she felt was mostly immense joy at finding a way out of desperation.
Aurelite, standing beside her, reached out and patted Mila’s shoulder, silently comforting her partner.
“The Goddess is here now.” Cecilia turned to Consta. “Lady Ruler, may I borrow the church in your territory?”
Since they were going to show respect to the Goddess, they could not just do it anywhere.
A church was undoubtedly the best choice.
“Mm, of course.”
Consta heard Cecilia’s request and nodded.
“The church in Tattle Town is always cleaned by dedicated people and can be used at any time.”
“Conveniently, these two also need to hold their wedding in a church, so it can all be done together.”
Saying this, Consta turned to look at Rayne and Polina.
Handling both matters in the same place would naturally save time and effort.
Moreover, with the Goddess personally present, this would absolutely become another grand day in Tattle Town’s history.
Its grandeur would be no less than the previous town speeches and blessings, and would even rival the two battles against the Demon Army.
After hearing Consta’s words, Cecilia immediately turned to Primrose.
“There is no time to lose, Goddess.”
“Shall we go to the church now?”
She now only wanted to settle matters as quickly as possible, cure Mila’s sister, and then immediately return to the Goddess’s side.
She did not want to delay even a moment.
Primrose rarely saw this decisive, swift side of her.
Usually, this girl either blushed or swooned in front of her.
Now she was finally acting a bit like a Saintess.
Primrose muttered inwardly.