"..."

"..."

Herbert looked to the left, and the woman moved left as well.

Herbert looked to the right, and the woman moved right as well.

Left, left, right, right, left, left, right, right…

?

Finally, after testing a few times, Herbert silently concluded in his heart—this lady was deliberately looking for trouble!

This lady doesn't look like a good person!

Everyone, today in the Holy City of Radiance, I met a strange woman!

No, that's not right.

She's a "light" head woman!

Her hair is like a high-powered car headlight, the brightest lamp in the night!

Even though it was daytime, it still dazzled Herbert.

Herbert squinted and looked at the woman's face, then silently turned his gaze away.

"..."

In a sense, the other party was like a divine lady who had descended to the mortal realm, making ordinary people like Herbert unable to look directly at her.

It's not that he felt inferior in front of her.

There's no other reason, mainly it's because of her hair… it's just too damn dazzling!

Mere mortals always want to stare at the brilliance of a flashbang!

And then, they all go blind.

My eyes!

Who the hell assembled this paladin?

Who… oh, wrong swear, I am the paladin.

Don't mess with me, when I'm angry, I even curse myself!

Who the hell drives with high beams during daytime?

No sense of decency!

"Ahem, I say, miss."

Seeing the light head woman just quietly standing in front of him without speaking, Herbert finally couldn't resist, lightly coughed and took the initiative to say: "I might not know what you want to do, but can you please turn off the lights?"

Afraid the other party wouldn't understand, Herbert specifically raised his hand and pointed at his own hair.

Your, this, understand?

Turn it off, please.

"...Hmm?"

The woman on the opposite side snapped back at Herbert's words, slightly raised her eyes, and gave him a quite meaningful look.

She swayed her body a bit and noticed that Herbert's gaze also moved along with her.

Unlike that Giant Dragon with the Mother of Dragons' inheritance who only vaguely sensed she was different, this young man could truly see her.

"You..."

The Wandering Lady spoke, her voice calm but a bit hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time: "Are you a believer?"

A believer?

Herbert blinked, a bit confused as to how their conversation had jumped to this point.

Wasn't I just asking you to turn off the lights?

Why are you asking me this?

Checking my water meter? Opening my box? Is the next step going to... oh!

You're asking if I'm a believer in the Sun God!

This is the Holy City of Radiance, the sacred land of the Sun Church, naturally filled with followers of the Sun God, making Herbert, a non-believer, an outsider here.

It's like asking passengers on a train if they bought a ticket this year.

But then again, really, you don't say!

Asking like that, hey, you actually got the right person.

"I might surprise you by saying this."

Herbert slightly smiled, looking at a nearby statue of the Sun God, casually said: "I believe in light, but unfortunately, I am not a follower of His."

Are you asking me if I believe in light?

I think I do.

But believing in light and having faith in the Sun God are two different things.

"..."

The Wandering Lady slightly frowned after Herbert answered. She, of course, knew that Herbert wasn't a follower of the Sun God.

What she wanted to ask was actually another question.

"You..."

"Please wait a moment."

After answering and finding that the lady opposite still wanted to ask something, Herbert quickly interrupted:

"I've already answered your question, could you now fulfill my small request?"

Sis, turn off the light, seriously.

Light pollution is also a kind of pollution!

Under the sincere and irresistible gaze of Herbert, the Wandering Lady moved her lips slightly, eventually nodding slowly.

With her gentle nod, her shining long golden hair swayed, and the bright light gradually faded away.

Although it still glimmered slightly, it was much softer than before, changing from "dazzling" to "brilliant."

It became eye-catching long hair that makes people brighten up but doesn't blind them.

Besides, it might have been an illusion, but when the woman's hair became less glaringly bright, Herbert felt even the sunlight softened a bit.

He slightly raised his head and looked overhead.

In the Holy City of Radiance, you can't see the real sun... because they are right within it.

At the highest central point of the whole Holy City, there's a giant globe of light.

Because of that Holy Flame Sun Wheel, the Holy City of Radiance remains in a perpetual state of daylight, becoming a land without darkness, ever enveloped in sunlight.

That's the "Sun" of the Holy City of Radiance.

A deity's proxy.

And its flame is one of Herbert's ultimate goals this time—a Radiant Holy Flame.

According to Nenasha, once obtaining that, He is confident in completely purifying Flora, reversing her life status.

Besides, the Radiant Holy Flame also holds significant meaning for Herbert himself; his Holy Sacrifice Ceremony requires a material known as the "Seed of the Sun's Holy Flame."

The "Seed of the Sun's Holy Flame" Ophidia mentioned is essentially a strand of the Radiant Holy Flame further divided into "Sun Holy Flame," a lower generation of fire.

A fire of a fire, in a hierarchy, it is a grandchild of the Radiant Holy Flame.

Ophidia never thought lightly of Herbert, thinking Herbert is only fit to use the Seed of the Sun's Holy Flame.

Does she not want Herbert to use the Radiant Holy Flame?