Beauty brought color to the world

"Maria has a natural talent for writing"

This was the phrase that helped my old boss to donate a simple servant to the Church of the Gods.

I was ordinary and hard to please, he wouldn't miss me at home. And it would create a good impression for the bishop that he would live with him since he moved his home to the capital of the Holy Kingdom.

As she was educated and young, only 12 years old, she had the ideal physical qualities to start training as an exclusive servant of the clergy.

The training activities were boring and after years of work and persistence, I managed to reach my peak. I was chosen as a servant of the Holy Maiden.

Like me, the Holy Maiden was chosen after many selections. Modesty aside, nothing much like the unpleasant experiences of competition between the servants of the clergy.

She was 9 when I first saw her. The moment I saw the Maiden's pure eyes I understood the reason for all my hard work. It was to serve someone blessed by the Gods, someone like Sofia Werneck.

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After seven years of caring for the Holy Maiden and watching her magical powers improve, I wept with sadness when I saw her saying goodbye to follow the hero's group. I regretted your decision - as I am a simple servant, I had no objection to the Maiden's decisions.

It was a decision of the Gods.

However, when the Maiden returned in victory after a year of fighting, she was not the same one I knew. During her inauguration as Saint of the Church, everyone was happy for her, however she was more concerned with the Hero's absence and his return to his original world. She was kind even in unhappy moments.

After two months of her return to the Sacred Kingdom, the Saint became increasingly apathetic and sad. He started to lose his appetite and his portions of food became smaller and smaller. Concerned, I reported the facts to my superiors and received orders to observe and describe the daily routine of Saint Sofia on a daily basis, awaiting improvements.

In a kind of relief, I heard Saint Sofia ask the Pope to open the ritualistic place of prayer.

This was a mystical place of prayer! And our prayers for help and improvement of Santa could be answered!

Rumors were already circulating throughout the Church that the Saint was cursed by the Demon King.

Only the Gods could prevent the curse from damaging the Saint's body and spirit. So, when the final day of fasting was ending, I requested my presence on the spot.

While the guard was opening the door, I was anxious and afraid.

That last night, he had dreamed of Santa. She was asking for help, with her white dress stained red. After waking up, I sincerely prayed that the dream would not come true. She was just a maid, lamenting her master's absence. Or the maid's imagination that had not reassessed her true role and still dreamed of being a writer.

In discretion, I continued to watch the door slowly open.

And little by little, the vision of the Saint entered our eyes.

Her dress was still white.

The Saint was kneeling in prayer when the door was finally wide open.

I approached the Saint in slow steps, apprehensive at the possibility of disturbing her prayers. Coming to her side, she slowly abandoned her kneeling position and looked at me.

I looked strange, she seemed to be unaware of her loyal servant. I offered my hand, the moment she put her hand in mine, I forgot my momentary doubts when she smiled at me.

It was the same smile as nine years ago.

The smile that captivated me.

"Hello Maria".

Remembering his image that day, I decided to write in my daily report that, by the Grace of the Gods, the curse of the Demon King was finally dissolved.