Saintess powers 5.1

"Have you heard?" "What?" "The saintess is returning to the capital!" "What?! Really?" "Yes! Do you know Julius, my cousin? He told me." "He is a priest right?" "A high priest! The bishop took a liking to him. He is just thirteen years old, and is a high priest already." "He must be blessed. The great goddess Ura is truly wise." "Of course, of course. Now, want to eat something?" "Sure..."

Gossips spread fast, and gossip that involves someone like the saintess spread even faster. It took less than three days for the whole capital to know that the saintess would come back early from her pilgrimage.

The Temple wouldn't be able to deny that the saintess would arrive soon, the least they could do was to keep secrecy about the real arrival date. It was said that she would arrive in the morning with a great party, or at night to rest immediately.

For a whole week, the Temple remained silent, and the people were clearly dissatisfied. The saintess was a public figure, and probably the most popular among the common folk. She is the apostle of Ura, in simple words, Ura herself on the mortal plane.

Another week went by, and the people began to complain directly to the temple clerics. The priests, high priests, bishops, and even the cardinal were cornered. They were able to ignore the complaints about it for three days, but even with their influence, the people should not be ignored, or rather, won't.

The Pope, Veid the Third, was disturbed from his daily routine in the morning. A not so holy orgy with female elfs, lots and lots of elfs. Even though the pope is 60 years old, he is from a rare type of human bloodline, the Yourtum, an ancient barbaric race, so his appearance is the same as an experienced adventurer.

White short hair, blind, a sturdy face, and a muscular body. Just a thong to cover his parts, and a big bed with more than ten unconscious female elfs.

On the same day at noon, the pope gave a speech to the people on the capital: The saintess would arrive in the morning on the next day. Immediately after, he returned to the daily routine.

Every kind of preparation was made overnight to please the saintess on her arrival. Food, streetlights, magic shows, stalls... Not even one person in the capital was able to sleep that night.

And then, the long-awaited sun began to shine on the horizon. The saintess walked on her bare feet. Every citizen already knew her appearance, however, even the people from the temple had their breath taken by her looks.

Sapphira, the Saintess. 15 years old, medium-dark blue curly hair, dark blue eyes, and pale white skin. Her face looks childish, but her gaze is severe. She is a little thin, but you can see that she is fit. She wears the Saint Robe, a magical cloth that fit the user. White, blue, and golden on the chest and a blue veil, that she put back to show her face to the public.

Cheers plead and even hysterical screams filled the streets. With her slow pace, the saintess just arrived at the temple at noon. The priests dispersed the people that followed the saintess with magic, and finally, at night she entered the temple.