Fourteen years ago, Seyka Megumi was sent to the Dreyzekan Kingdoms by her Patron Gods to become their official Saint. This is the account of her journey.

Seyka Megumi materialized at the Inner Gate of Dreyzekan Castle, the air shimmering briefly with divine energy from her Divine Teleportation. Her suitcase, crafted from brown Serpent Drake leather, rested firmly in her hand, its simple design a quiet reflection of her modesty. Her Bunny Summon, a loyal companion whose sleek brown fur and stern eyes radiated with high Magic, followed her quietly.

Seyka's long mahogany hair and plain brown eyes, both marks of a Blessing from Lord Schester, revealed nothing of her immense power or elevated station.

Her plain brownish gown, exquisitely tailored yet devoid of fineries, spoke of her frugality, its quality perceptible only to those with keen perception. Her brown boots were serviceable at best, and certainly not what one would expect someone meeting a King to wear. Even her hair flowed loosely, untouched by Magic styling or ornamentation.

With her inconspicuous appearance, Seyka managed to hide all too well the vast wealth of her mother, Saint Sylia, whose many Enclaves surpassed the Dreyzekan Kingdoms in both resources and lands.

The Royal Castle's guards, their armor gleaming under torchlight, stood unmoved by her flashy entrance. A missive from Lord Schester's Earth Church had already informed the King of the Saint Candidate's arrival, and the Divine Magic behind her teleportation into this warded courtyard confirmed her status as Avatar of Goddess Kryliasa and True Saint.

At fifteen in Religious Years, Seyka bore the weight of an extraordinary legacy. Daughter of Saint Sylia and Jordan Makarin, a Baron-class Fallen Noble farmer whose mother hailed from a respected Noble Gentry bloodline, she could never be considered a Commoner. Her high level of Magic and her mother's reputation spoke for her. Seyka was not only a Noble, but of the highest class possible. One who had not only been Blessed at birth by multiple Gods and Lords' Guardians, but who was also proficient in Divine Magic.

While her grandfather, Johan Dwarions, was a Commoner, he had also sired powerful children with Saint Sylia's Division, Saint Cesylia. It had been, from the start, an awkward situation for her and her family, but Seyka had coped well. She liked her grandfather. He was a simple man, but one who had retained his integrity through the worst hardships.

Raised in her mother's restricted Enclave alongside her half-sisters, Saint Seyna and Saint Syhana, both daughters of Sylia and Johan, Seyka had grown up immersed in divine splendor, love, and warmth. Her full siblings—her brothers Neykam and Claudiom, and her sister Cesyly, much younger than she—lived primarily with their father Jordan on his Nagasmar lands.

Seyka, who was bound to her mother's Enclave, had seen her paternal family only during rare visits to her father's lands, where Jordan cultivated his fields to provide for the rest of the family.

Her father had been dividing his time between his farm and their house within Sylia's Enclave ever since she was born. Her adoptive brother, Gayle, the four-year-old son of Jordan's twin brother Jakim, lived with his mother close to her father's lands, which allowed them to meet every time she visited.

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Now, standing upon the fine stone paving of Dreyzekan's Inner Gate, Seyka felt the full weight of her divine calling settle upon her. She was a True Saint, her Magic a radiant gold that wove together the Light and Blooded Darkling Elements into a power that few could rival. As a Chipmuck's Mascot Saint, blessed by the House of Lord Schester and Avatar of the new Goddess Kryliasa, she already held a formidable position within her Church. Thus, the decree from her Patron Gods to purify the corrupted lands of the Dreyzekan Kingdoms felt less like an assignment and more like a Divine Test.

A minister in ornate velvet robes approached her. His bow was impeccably executed, yet his eyes betrayed both wariness and mockery.

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"Seyka Megumi, Saint of Lord Schester's Earth Church, we have been expecting you," he intoned. "I am Lord Varren, Minister of the Sacred Arts for His Majesty King Liam. I hereby welcome you to the Dreyzekan Kingdoms. I shall lead you to Prince Kyliam, who is currently overseeing the purification of the Kingdoms, in order to introduce you. You will then be briefed regarding your assignment. You are among the last Saints to arrive. The others shall be introduced to you as well. Follow me."

Without waiting for her reply, the gruff man turned and began leading her first to a service & servants door then through marble corridors lined with tapestries depicting the storied Kings of Dreyzekan. Her Bunny Summon followed silently at her heels.

The castle's opulence, while grand by common standards, paled beside the majesty of her family Enclave's Celestial Temples. Yet Seyka felt a subtle pang of displacement. She was far from her mother's uncorrupted lands. Far from those fleeting, sunlit moments spent in her father's fields. From the guards to the servants and ministers, everyone seemed discourteous. Their gazes mocked her, and their whispers left no doubt as to their opinions. Many shamed her openly, disguising insults as polite welcomes, making sly, pointed remarks. Lord Varren, unpleasant in demeanor, seemed almost amused by the spectacle. Seyka could not help but wonder if he had not encouraged it.

As she walked, she could feel the corruption clinging to her like a malignant fog. Yet the Malevolence emanating from many of the people around her was worse still. This place was so saturated with corruption and Malevolence that no Saint could move through it without feeling pain. Holy Magic would not function properly in such a defiled environment, and the Mana or Magic feedback that Saints received from the land would taint and sicken them.

The Hall to which Seyka was eventually led by the disdainful minister was vaulted and large, its high ceiling aglow with magical chandeliers that cast prismatic light across the room. At its center stood Prince Kyliam, first in line to the throne and appointed overseer of the United Kingdoms' purification. He was flanked by aides and a gathered cluster of Saint Candidates. His red hair and regal posture marked him clearly as a Prince of Dreyzekan, but the power he exuded was underwhelming for one of his station.

Seyka's welcome was nothing short of chilling.

Kyliam barely acknowledged her, not so much as addressing her directly. His sharp, dismissive gaze passed briefly over her to the impolite minister before settling instead on a brown-haired woman standing near him. The woman's mid-short hair, thin strapless dress, and oversized jewelry were far from what one would expect of a Saint. However, there was no doubt about her identity, as another minister proceeded to introduce Seyka to each of the Saint Candidates in turn.

The woman who held Kyliam's attention was introduced as Daphne, a Saint Candidate from the Selenkatras Sub-Church. One who specialized in the Water Element.

Daphne's silver eyes glittered, and her laughter rang out like a calculated melody as the other Nobles followed her lead.

The other Saint Candidates Seyka was introduced to, all from different Churches, were adorned in finery more befitting Nobles than Saints. Their reactions to Seyka's greetings were a blend of cold curiosity and veiled disdain.

Seyka was far from pleased, but a familiar voice soothed her unease. One of her Celestial Guardians spoke to her, revealing that Daphne was, in truth, a false Saintess from the Birth Church of the Prince's mother. He added that the impostor, despite her lack of any sanctified powers, had swiftly become Kyliam's mistress. Daphne had captivated him with her beauty and charm alone, and it had required little effort. Indeed, the Prince, who was vain by nature, had always favored women only when they stood far beneath him.

"You shall purify the corrupted lands and assist at the Alchemy Academy, since you specialize in potion making," the minister declared, handing her a sealed letter.

Seyka accepted it with a nod, her silence a shield. She offered no remark on the final claim, which was patently false. The Gods who had sent her had their reasons for presenting her as a potion maker, and she trusted in their will. Though potion-making had never been her specialty, her skills were sufficient to play the role as needed.

Prince Kyliam then announced that Seyka would be required to compete, like the other Saint Candidates, for the title of Saint in their United Kingdoms. Only Daphne had managed to prove herself worthy of it thus far. Seyka's arrival, he added, had been motivated by the need to provide Daphne with an assistant. That Seyka came from a newly formed Church, one devoted to Lord Schester, sibling of Lord Chester, was insufficient grounds to grant her the Saint's title in their proud and old Kingdoms. For all they knew, she might be a fraud sent to test them.

Seyka looked at him, her expression marked by absolute disbelief. Was the Prince truly serious?

He must have lost his mind. He had just insulted Lord Schester, virtually implying that the High Lord was insignificant by the standards of a lowly Mortal such as himself. It was utterly unthinkable. This Prince clearly harbored a death wish.

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