She Was Supposed to Be a Decoration Saint, but She Seems to Have Awakened to Her True Power

Chapter 3: Advent of the Spirit

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Sylphia was eating that day, nestled between the red and blue patterned walls. 

Nowadays, when people around the temple notice that Sylphia has not been out, they sometimes bring her food, which makes her much happier than when she is hungry and unattended at the Harvest house. 

Just before noon, Curtis showed up again and left a red rose.
“You again?” Sylphia was wondering how to explain the situation to him when he left. 

She knew Marianne preferred dresses and jewelry and would never accept this rose, but she couldn’t bring myself to tell Curtis that.

She remembered Lute’s face as he said, “How long are you going to keep doing this nonsense?” 

Still, Sylphia prayed as hard as she could.

“Thank you, Valtis-sama, Titia-sama and all the spirits.
And for Antonio-sama and Marianne-sama…”

Lute may not agree with her, but that doesn’t change the fact that she has been given a chance.
If she completes this task, the Harvest family could be restored.

After finishing her meal and cleaning up, Sylphia turned his head. 

Somehow, she feels like she’s being called. 

(Is it my imagination, or are the walls darker than usual?) 

The red and blue colors are becoming more brilliant.
Sylphia moves closer to the wall and gently touches the red pattern.
Her vision blinks as if sparkling light particles are flying. 

(I don’t know why… Suddenly, I feel sleepy…) 

Her body falls to the ground as she rests her cheek against the wall. 

At the same time, her consciousness sinks deeper. 

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[Sylphia, Sylphia! Wake up!] 

[Wake up is not the right word, Valtis, because this is the other side of the world, so for Sylphia it’s a dream.]

[I don’t understand what Titia says, it’s too difficult! Anyway, I want to talk to Sylphia!] 

Two voices were heard in her ear.

One cheerful and bright, the other calm and clear.
Sylphia doesn’t know what they’re talking about, but she understands that her name is being called.

(No, wait, these are the names I know…).

Valtis and Titia…the voices call each other.

The names of the spirits to whom Sylphia is praying. 

As soon as he realized it, Sylphia opened her eyes with a jerk.

It is pitch black.
Sylphia was sitting in the darkness, and a red-haired boy and a blue-haired girl were floating in front of her.
The clothes they wear resemble Sylphia’s sacred robe, the hem of which flutters as if blown by the wind. 

Their irises were deep red and blue, respectively, and featured the same pattern as that of the temple walls.

“Valtis-sama.
Titia-sama…” 

[That’s right.
Sylphia.
I called you here]

Titia’s words made Sylphia turn pale.
There was only one thing on her mind.

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“Finally, the wrath of the spirits! Is it execution?! Please don’t let there be a famine! I’ll take the punishment myself, so that others won’t be inconvenience—

[Sylphia, thank you for everything.
We recognize you as a true Saint and have decided to give you power.] 

“What?!”

Sylphia, who was prepared to get down on her knees, receives an unexpected word of thanks.

Valtis raises his fist in the air and makes an impassioned speech to Sylphia, who looks up at him with a gaping mouth. 

[An honest prayer without formalities! An attitude that tries to connect spirits and people! And above all, the offerings are delicious!]

[I concur, it is important.]

“The offerings…”

[You ate it while praying for us to receive it, didn’t you? We have always been grateful to Sylphia for praying for us so that we would know what good we have done with our blessings.]

[In the last hundred years, offerings have not been made.]

“Eh?”

Sylphia exclaimed at the unexpected words of the Spirit.

“But the temple has been under the supervision of the Honeydale family for 100 years.”

[…?] 

Valtis nodded, tilted his head and Titia shrugged her shoulders. 

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[Honeydale Who?]

“Yes, the Saint of our time is Marianne Honeydale-sama.”

[What? Who is?]

Before Sylphia was given the role of decorator, Marianne was supposed to pray.
And before Marianne, members of the House of Honeydale have cleaned the temple and served as saints for generations.

Yet neither Valtis nor Titia knew them. 

Sylphia shuddered at the feeling of cold sweat running down her back.

Valtis dangled his feet in the air, unconcerned.

[The saint is Sylphia.
I don’t know anyone named Marianne.
We give power to Sylphia]

“That’s not the case…”

The saint is supposed to be Marianne.
That’s why she’s engaged to the Crown Prince. 

“And I don’t even know the text of the prayer.”

[People speak different languages and lie.
It doesn’t matter what language you speak.
Don’t worry about that.]

Titia nodded. 

[Only what you wish for is important.
Just as you prayed before].

“Just like I’ve always prayed…” 

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[If our bond with Sylphia becomes stronger, we may be able to appear in the human world, so please take good care of us!]

“W-Wait a minute, please…”

Once again, she felt a tugging sensation.
Before she can stop it, Valtis and Titia are moving away into the darkness. 

A light comes from behind.

When she awoke, Sylphia was lying in the center of the temple. 

She should have been leaning against the wall unconscious, but before she knew it, she had moved.

“…A dream… Isn’t it…?”

Her heart skips a beat.
She feels the spirit even more than before the dream.
She can’t describe it, but she feels like something invisible is surrounding her and giving her strength.

(Is it a delusion? Or…) 

She couldn’t believe it herself.

Sylphia closes her eyes tightly and then fearfully holds out her hand to the rose that Curtis left behind. 

“—Blessing of the spirits.” 

At that moment, a gust of wind blew through the temple. 

When it stopped, Sylphia looked up. 

The roses spread their tendrils vigorously and covered the temple, and countless flowers bloomed as if to bless Sylphia.