Hate me, Miss Witch!

This level of Dawn Great Cathedral generally has a Legendary-ranked Cardinal presiding over it, and just the white-robed bishop before him, according to Shiayar's perception, was already of the 6-Ring Titled Rank.

If he were to reveal any flaws in their presence, there would indeed be some trouble.

After some thought, Shiayar spoke, "Then... Jesus?"

After all, he had resolved not to use his real name, Shiayar Egutt, within the Echo of History anymore.

It would be best not even to reveal his original appearance lightly.

Otherwise, given the System's malicious nature, if there were a mishap in his actions, just like in the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden, and his enemies were to track him down for vengeance, it would be the end of him.

This era predates the establishment of the Holy Calendar, and if there are any characters from the Echo of History who have lived to the present day... Shiayar could hardly imagine how powerful they would be.

Even Silvia's long white legs might not be able to protect him.

The white-robed bishop reflected for a moment and then said, "There was once a priest by this name, but he passed away prematurely due to poisoning by a spy from an evil cult during a dinner."

Wow, this name has been taken too; no wonder he died early.

Shiayar scoffed internally. "Then... Zeus?" he asked.

The white-robed bishop took out a simple register and flipped through a few pages. "Someone has taken that as well; he died from being struck by lightning in his thirties."

"Chaos?"

"Taken."

"Odin?"

"That too has been taken. He was a knight, stabbed to death by an enemy's spear in battle."

Shiayar's face darkened with frustration, reminiscent of the familiar feeling of repeatedly encountering already taken usernames in online games of his former life.

"Cain."

"That one is available."

"Squire—Cain."

The white-robed bishop looked at Shiayar before him, speaking slowly.

"Although I have great confidence in the purity of your faith, as per tradition, before becoming a Knight of the Sacred Hall, you too must endure the trial of the Dawn Sacred Relic."

"The entire Holy See, including myself, has high hopes for you. Don't let us down."

You have confidence in my faith, but I have none myself.

Shiayar inwardly retorted, but outwardly maintained an expression of profound righteousness, "I shall not fail to live up to His Excellency's trust."

He wasn't too concerned about the so-called trial of the Dawn Sacred Relic.

After all, Sacred Relics were not much different from the corrupt objects of Evil Gods, as they both harbored a strand of Divinity.

While a Sacred Relic of orthodox gods undoubtedly outshone those half-baked false gods and Evil Gods, Shiayar had even faced the half-body of the Ancient God of Twilight, so dealing with such matters of Divinity was practically second nature to him.

The white-robed bishop lifted the Sacred Relic, and a faint glow of the Sacred Light illuminated Shiayar's forehead.

"What do you believe the God of Dawn to be?"

A gentle yet undeniably authoritative voice resonated in his ear.

This was a direct question to the soul. For the usual 3-Ring or 4-Ring believers, the questioning of the Sacred Relic would suppress their subjective consciousness, compelling them to reveal the most genuine answers from their hearts.

But to Shiayar, an old hand who had toyed with many corrupt objects and specialized in Illusion Techniques as a Beastmaster, such a deterrent effect was greatly diminished.

Shiayar cleared his throat and, with sincere piety forming in his heart, began his mental reply.

"In my heart, He is the creator of everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God of Gods, the source of all greatness."

"He is One, and He is All, the beginning and the end."

"He is higher than the starry sky, more eternal than eternity, the King of the Void, the Emperor of the Sea."

"He is the moment, and He is the everlasting, the undying light in the Darkness. He is also the start and end point of all things. Eventually, all spirits in the world will return to His embrace."

Shiayar's gaze was clear. "We walk through life as if we are walking through His kingdom."

Shiayar sensed that the gentle Sacred Light had clearly paused for an extended moment.

This was, after all, merely a strand of Dawn Divinity infused within the Sacred Relic, which asked this question mainly to confirm the purity of one's faith.

Typically, as long as the believer's answer included praise and worship of the God of Dawn, it would suffice.

But with Shiayar's embellished response, this strand of Divinity residing in the Sacred Relic was hearing such for the first time.

Even comprehending these exaggerated descriptions was somewhat challenging, and it was momentarily at a loss.

Quickly, however, the Divinity in the Sacred Relic recovered from its sluggish state and proceeded with the established protocol to pose the next question.

"In this world, there are other beings who also call themselves deities. The rest of the orthodox gods... as well as the false gods, the Evil Gods, or even those Demigods who consider themselves divine... in your heart, what is their status?"

This question was designed to test whether the candidate had been seduced by other Evil Gods and whether their faith was singular and devout.

"Indeed, there are other so-called deities in this world."

"Some Deities preside over thunder and storms, some over agriculture and Fertility, and others over twilight, night, and even the blazing sun, law..."

The sound of Shiayar's answer resonated.

This response slightly displeased the Divinity.

Although the preceding words of praise were somewhat pleasing, it turned out he was a person with wavering loyalties.

Knights of the Sacred Hall are considered high-ranking members of the Holy See, so the God of Dawn naturally does not permit His followers to hold multiple faiths.

This strand of Divinity was about to declare the trial a failure.

However, the next moment...