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[Help, Riley Hell.]

Emilia, the Saintess of the Holy Church of Light.

A young girl imbued with pure innocence and radiance, yet her eyes carried a depth untouched by naivety.

Ever since she had understood the true meaning of the light that dwells inside people, ignorance was no longer a luxury she could afford.

Her steps were soft against the cobblestone streets of the academy's commercial district, her mind distant despite the lively surroundings.

Around her, students lingered in droves, their conversations mixing into an indistinct buzz that carried the day's excitement.

"...Shit, we're having Astro Magic exams tomorrow? I thought it was about Concept Magic?"

"Dude, were you even awake in class?"

The streets teemed with energy despite the lateness of the hour.

Merchants hustled to sell their wares, their shouts blending with the clatter of coins and bargaining voices.