According to her agreement with Ariel, Celitia temporarily stayed at the church.

Kassy naturally also remained at the church.

After two or three days of investigation, Celitia discovered that Kassy hadn't lied this time—she really had lost her memory.

Kassy couldn't remember how she had left the church or how she had returned to the fountain in front of the church.

She had completely lost the memories of what happened in between.

To prevent Kassy from having another incident, Ariel confined her and assigned people to take turns watching her.

Kassy obediently accepted this arrangement.

However, since then, no abnormal conditions had occurred.

Compared to Kassy who remained in a constant state of nervous fear, Celitia's days passed quite leisurely.

After the new moon passed and the curse disappeared, Celitia's body returned to its usual state.

Although Ariel had assigned people to watch her, she didn't restrict Celitia's freedom.

Every day, Celitia would wake up early and spend time in the fountain square outside the church—daydreaming, feeding pigeons, cleaning, and even attending worship services with the believers who came to the church.

Some priests and monks who didn't know the inside story even mistook Celitia for a monk who had come to the church for ascetic practice.

So much so that on this day, when Ariel led a team departing for the slums in the lower city district and actually saw Celitia in the group, she almost thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

"Why are you here?" Ariel asked in disbelief.

Celitia shrugged:

"Father Hope said there was a relief activity today and asked if I was interested in participating. I figured I had nothing else to do, so I signed up."

Ariel felt helpless.

If she didn't know that Celitia had been forcibly kept at the church by her, Ariel might really have thought Celitia was a devout ascetic monk.

Father Hope's misunderstanding wasn't really strange.

"Since I'm already here, letting me participate in the activity shouldn't be a problem, right?" Celitia said casually. "While you're doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, I'll tag along and share in the merit."

Ariel glanced at her lightly: "That's the slums—are you willing to go there?"

Celitia asked back: "Why wouldn't I be willing?"

"Based on my understanding of nobles, they usually don't like to set foot in such places," Ariel replied.

Celitia laughed softly, her eyes full of sarcasm.

"Whether it's the slums or a noble's castle, they're all places where people live—there's no difference."

A trace of surprise appeared in Ariel's eyes.

She had thought Celitia was a noble young lady who had been sickly since childhood and lived a pampered life at home.

Such people should avoid the dirty and chaotic slums at all costs.

But from what she could see now, that didn't seem to be the case.

Led by Ariel, the relief team departed from Cassia Cathedral in grand procession, heading for the slums in the lower city district.

Unlike the clean and tidy upper city district, the streets of the lower city were much more dilapidated, and the slums were even more filthy and chaotic.

Homeless vagrants crouched in the alleyways, their eyes completely numb and indifferent.

But when they saw the relief team's arrival, those people's eyes suddenly lit up with radiance.

"It's the Saintess!"

Someone shouted, and then countless people poked their heads out from corners, all looking toward Ariel.

"Has the Saintess come to distribute supplies again?"

"Wonderful! We can finally have a full meal today!"

The crowd surged over like a tide, immediately surrounding the church's team so tightly that not even water could pass through.

The priests hurriedly led people forward, trying to maintain order: "Don't rush, one at a time, form a line!"

Watching those people with their various expressions, complex emotions flashed through Celitia's eyes.

She herself had experienced similar hardships many years ago.

While Celitia was lost in thought, her body was suddenly hit hard by someone, causing her to lose her footing and nearly fall.

"Oh no!"

A cry of alarm rang out simultaneously. The person who had bumped into Celitia was tripped by her and fell forward, tumbling into a puddle ahead.

Water splashed everywhere, drenching Celitia.

It was a little boy with short black hair who had fallen face-first and was grimacing as he tried to get up.

Celitia was only stunned for a moment before gently bending down and reaching out both hands to help the fallen boy.

"Are you alright?"

The boy turned around and saw the exquisite hem of the dress beneath Celitia's plain outer robe, freezing completely.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

That piece of her dress hem had been thoroughly splashed by the dirty water from his fall, with stains scattered here and there.

Without even thinking, he knew he definitely couldn't afford to compensate for this dress.

The boy's face turned pale, and he almost knelt before Celitia on the spot.

Celitia forcibly grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"It's fine. If clothes get dirty, they can be washed clean. But what about you—did you get hurt anywhere when you fell?"

Not expecting Celitia not to get angry, the boy was stunned and carefully observed her expression.

After confirming that Celitia had no intention of suddenly turning hostile, he said timidly:

"Nothing serious, just my knee hurts a bit from the fall."

"Let me take a look," Celitia said gently. "If there's a wound, it's better to treat it early."

How could he dare let Celitia help treat him? The boy hurriedly shook his head:

"No need, really, I'm fine. I need to hurry over and get in line to receive things..."

"Is that so?" Celitia didn't insist and released her grip on the boy's arm. "Then go ahead, don't delay."

The boy stood in place fearfully, hesitating for a while before suddenly bowing deeply to her: "I'm really, really very sorry!"

Celitia shook her head: "It's fine, hurry along."

Watching the boy leave, Celitia became somewhat lost in thought.

Distant memories overlapped with that retreating figure.

What had she been thinking back then?

She had wanted to change this world...

But in the end, how much had she actually accomplished?

"Not angry?" Ariel's voice sounded beside her ear. "He wasn't watching where he was going and bumped into you."

Celitia said calmly: "There's nothing to be angry about—it's just an ordinary small matter."

Ariel's gaze fell on the girl's soiled dress hem.

Through these days of interaction, Ariel somewhat knew that Celitia had a cleanliness obsession, and quite a severe one at that.

She had thought Celitia would fly into a rage and give that boy a good scolding.

Unexpectedly, she had guessed wrong again.

The girl before her was completely different from the stereotypical noble young ladies in Ariel's rigid impressions.

So that's why Sophia regarded her differently.

Even Ariel herself was becoming somewhat interested.