Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 91

In Solar, the position of High Priest was effectively a hereditary seat monopolized by the Aterra family. When the current High Priest grew too old or ill to carry out his duties, a ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) designated successor would be introduced as the next in line. Once this successor had shown their face to the people and gained sufficient recognition, the family would then send a formal notice to the Main Temple to receive nominal approval.

The Main Temple had always quietly resented this self-appointed hierarchy, but with Solar so inaccessible, there had been no effective way to intervene.

Now, however, with the new tunnel road in place, everything had changed. Just like today—Logia barging in mid-sermon—it was now entirely possible for the Main Temple to extend its hand of control into Solar. The fact that the Main Temple hadn’t informed Aterra in advance about the quarry project or Logia’s visit had been a warning in itself.

Realizing far too late the true danger of his position, Aterra’s face went pale as he bowed respectfully.

“I am Aterra te Act. As Aterra la Theon has grown too ill and frail to continue his duties, I have taken on the High Priest’s responsibilities in his stead.”

His voice trembled—he couldn’t bring himself to declare himself High Priest aloud. Logia, pretending to be surprised, gave a sympathetic murmur.

“Oh my, so that’s what happened. Then it’s just as well—I happen to be here, so I shall conduct a formal investiture in the name of His Holiness, the Pope.”

Aterra’s eyes shut tight. After a deep breath, he barely managed to say thank you and bowed again.

Until now, the Aterra family had always treated the title of High Priest as theirs by right—passed down and assumed at will. And now, in the blink of an eye, that position required official approval.

At a wave from Logia, the attending priests began preparing the ceremony. One of them produced a large goblet, a long piece of ceremonial cloth, and three red flowers—summoned from thin air. The unfamiliar magic drew startled gasps from the citizens. At first they blinked in disbelief, but then murmured in dismay: how could something so sorcerous happen in such a sacred place?

“Aterra te Act, hear me. The position of High Priest is one who offers rites to the gods and receives their word to spread among the faithful. You shall now kneel before the god and show your obedience.”

“...Yes.”

Aterra replied and stepped down from the platform. As Logia and Ayra looked down on him, his eyes burned with helpless fury. Trembling, he slowly knelt.

In front of all the devout citizens, he had just symbolically and publicly demonstrated that he stood below the lord. It was the moment Ayra had utterly defeated him.

Though the ceremony was brief in form, it had enough steps to keep Aterra kneeling for quite some time. Ayra, just watching it unfold, felt all the stress and frustration of recent days begin to melt away.

“...And thus, in the name of His Holiness, I hereby appoint Aterra te Act as the High Priest of Solar.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Logia solemnly placed three red flowers on Aterra’s robe. Then he raised his voice so that everyone could hear:

“My lord, would you offer a blessing for our newly appointed High Priest?”

Ayra looked down in satisfaction at the trembling Aterra and nodded. As he stepped forward, Aterra lifted his gaze. His eyes were red-rimmed with frustration, burning with rage. A new alert flashed:

[Aterra te Act’s Favorability has dropped! Current: -52]

Ayra smiled brightly and spoke.

“As one gifted by the gods, I pray that High Priest Aterra te Act will walk the righteous path, and that the divine will guide his steps.”

He slowly raised both hands.

Immediately, golden divine radiance flared upward, swirling around his palms. The people of Solar gasped and even stumbled backward in shock.

But that wasn’t all.

Petals burst forth, blooming in midair across the platform. They whirled and gathered into the shape of a beautiful woman—her face hidden beneath a white veil, holding three red flowers.

The stunned citizens began to sob in awe. The imagery was overpowering.

Ayra, meanwhile, let out a faint groan of pain.

“My MP! I’m going to die! Being a mage is torture...”

That massive illusion spell had already drained half of his 54,000 MP. Gritting his teeth, Ayra pushed himself harder and drew out more power.

The divine image lifted the flowers, sending petals cascading like snow across the worship hall. On the floor and benches where they fell, vivid red blossoms shimmered briefly, then vanished like mist.

Amid the fading petals, Ayra raised his voice:

“People of Solar. I know how much you’ve suffered under those who would bring harm to the innocent.”

He swept his gaze slowly over the stunned crowd. Magic stirred the air, making his robe flutter regally as he turned to Aterra and held out a hand.

Aterra, still dazed by the spectacle, had no choice but to take it.

He stumbled to his feet, his face deathly pale, and stood beside Ayra—forced to face the sea of citizens who now stared at their lord with admiration.

All the effort Aterra had spent trying to lower Ayra’s approval, undone in an instant.

Ayra laid a firm hand on Aterra’s shoulder.

“But I swear to you: from this day forth, no sinner shall be allowed to harm the faithful children of the divine on this land again!”

A beat of silence—then a thunderous roar of cheers erupted, shaking the worship hall.

Ayra smiled radiantly.

An overwhelming success.

“Alas, it’s already time to part.”

At the gates of the estate, Ayra bid farewell to Dalrok Logia with genuine regret. Logia smiled in his warm, grandfatherly way.

“The feeling is mutual. But with this, I believe I’ve repaid at least some of the debt I owe you.”

Ayra understood the meaning behind those words and smiled in return. Logia had gone to great lengths for her today, and she knew she would never again be able to ask for something like this.

“Still, it would be a shame to cut ties with the Senior Elder entirely. Would it be all right if I sent gifts now and then—or asked your advice?”

“Of course. In fact, I would consider it an honor. Please don’t hesitate to reach out anytime.”

Just because the debt was paid didn’t mean the connection had to end.

With the tunnel road complete, Solar was no longer isolated. From here on, Ayra and Logia could be allies—each using their titles and influence to aid one another.

After making this quiet, mutual promise, Logia departed with a pleased expression, loading the divine relief sculpture (featuring his own face) onto a grand wagon.

“Hmm, hmmhmm...”

Ayra hummed cheerfully. She couldn’t help it—she’d achieved exactly what she wanted. Pebble, matching her mood, wriggled with excitement, sliding from her shoulder down to the back of her hand.

“Quest window!”

At her command, the familiar window appeared in front of her eyes.

<QUEST!>

[Level Up the Adorable Pebble]

✔ View an NPC’s stat window from 50 meters (150/150)

✔ View five NPC stat windows simultaneously (29/30)

✔ Reach 25% Approval Rating (28/25)

Reward: Open 1 stat of your choice

Her approval rating was a staggering 28%.

Since the events at the worship hall, her approval had steadily risen. The previous lord’s clash with the temple had left the people bitter and distrustful. But now the new lord had close ties with the Senior Elder and was recognized as a Holy Teacher—a model of devotion.

Thanks to Logia’s cooperation, her identity as a mage had been brushed aside, too. With time, she could smooth over public fear of magic as well. If nothing else went wrong, she could even reach the 60% approval needed to save her territory.

Ayra casually glanced toward a group of five passing soldiers and checked their stat windows—completing the final quest requirement.

<QUEST COMPLETE!>

[Please choose a stat to unlock from the list below:]

Magic Attack

Titles

Job

Strength

Intelligence

Skills

Related Characters (Level too low)

Current Thoughts (Requires final GM Spirit level)

After a moment of thought, Ayra chose option 2: Titles.

“Related Characters” and “Current Thoughts” looked tempting, but they were still locked. And unless she was up against another mage, Magic Attack wouldn’t be useful. Titles, on the other hand, were based on how others saw her—and thus, gave a broad overview of how her image had changed.

As she selected it, Pebble proudly raised one stubby hand in approval. On its rice-cake-like fist, a tiny bump—barely visible—seemed to glow. Cute little thing.

What kind of titles would she have now...?

Ayra opened her stat window.

HP: 647

MP: 55,359

Physical Attack: 122

Magic Attack: ???

Favorability: 95♡

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Title: Devout Lord

Job: Lord, Blooming Mage (Second Advancement)

Strength: ???

Intelligence: ???

Skills: Physical Magic IV, Illusion Magic XII, Telepathy III

Title List: [Click!]

Related Characters: [Click!]

Devout Lord! Ayra liked the sound of that. It felt like her efforts to change the public perception had really paid off.

Though seeing her pitiful HP and low physical stats did make her nervous. She really needed to rest—or at least cut back on work before her body gave out...

Was Janus draining her dry or something?

As she mused, she clicked open both the Title List and Related Characters.

Title List:

Maze Mage

Beast Enthusiast

Skilled Agitator

Hide and Seek Champion: Can’t Even See Her Hair

Related Characters:

Janus Rehzedet: My Pervert Dragon Boyfriend ‖ 61♡

Botello: My Head Attendant. I should make him some herbal tonic... ‖ 49♡

Hess Lu Jinas: Should I get him a tonic too? He works so hard... ‖ 41♡

Bloom: Low-key feels like he might be unhinged ‖ 29♡

Dalrok Logia: Nice to meet you—let’s talk again soon ‖ 10♡

Aterra te Act: That Annoying High Priest ‖ -13♡

Current Thoughts: When is Janus coming back...?

Ayra stared at the list in mild shock.

Janus’s Favorability had snuck up again. The others had gone up a bit too, but his was rising fastest.

And that last title...

That last one was seriously bothering her.