Chapter 547

Greilina nearly felt suffocated, staring in disbelief at the figure before her, asleep.

His round face was serene, expression gentle, unmarked by wounds, breath long and steady—as if he were merely resting with eyes closed, as if he might awaken at any moment.

It came so suddenly, so utterly unexpected; Greilina had made no mental preparation when she suddenly beheld the Holy Body of Saint Doraemon.

No solemn ceremony, no complex inspection.

Not even a single guard around him!!!

The Emperor's Throne Hall still has the Ten-Thousand-Man Guard!?!

Is the sleeping place of Saint Doraemon really this simple?!

Greilina's mind froze, unable to react, unsure how to respond.

Yet merely seeing Saint Doraemon's body intact, not broken or maimed like the Emperor's, not fallen into slumber from incurable wounds, a spark of hope instantly ignited in Greilina's heart.

For a moment, Greilina even began inventing reasons why no guards were present.

Perhaps Saint Doraemon had simply fallen into slumber of his own will, ready to awaken at any time, and under his divine power, guards made no difference.

This thought stirred Greilina with sudden excitement.

The girl, her body marked with faint burns, slowly lifted her head, revealing her face to Greilina.

It was a pretty face, not exceptionally beautiful—features neat, skin still bearing minor imperfections, yet radiating a simple, ordinary, instantly comforting beauty; gazing upon it brought no burden, only an instinctive sense of closeness.

Her body bore traces of training, yet did not disrupt her overall harmony; instead, it made her seem healthy.

She appeared to be in her twenties, though in this galaxy, age was nearly impossible to judge by appearance.

Residents of the lower hive levels aged faster, while nobles often underwent longevity techniques, bodily adjustments, even partial bio-modifications.

For instance, Greilina herself was over eighty years old, yet looked no older than forty or fifty.

Battle Sisters generally aged more slowly too; it was said this was due to their fiery faith, or perhaps their unique training methods.

More than age or appearance, what truly drew Greilina's attention were the woman's eyes.

The woman's eyes were far brighter than ordinary ones, as if the light of a star had once ignited within her pupils, leaving behind a lingering ember.

When those eyes met hers, Greilina felt searing pain—as if her past and future had been laid bare.

"Greilina Guilliman."

The woman, her body scarred by burns, softly spoke the name Greilina had nearly forgotten:

"Your ancestor was the cousin of Konno Guilliman, foster father of the Primarch Robert Guilliman, and likewise bore the surname now attached to the Primarch's name."

"For ten thousand years, your family has been among the most illustrious nobles on Macragge, and you are the sole heir of one of its branches."

"Yet you chose to renounce and donate your wealth, joined the Church of Saint Doraemon, and built the first Temple of Saint Doraemon, becoming one of the earliest believers enlightened by Saint Doraemon."

In just a few sentences, the woman laid bare Greilina's past.

Greilina's ancestor was Konno's cousin, and Konno was Robert Guilliman's foster father—thus Greilina shared the same surname as the Primarch.

That was why Greilina's family was among the most powerful on Macragge, and she was the heir of one of its branches.

Yet since joining the Church of Saint Doraemon, Greilina had not mentioned her noble lineage for decades, nor her shared surname with the Primarch—and yet this scarred woman, upon first seeing her, named her past with perfect precision.

Greilina's body and soul were struck anew; she could not help but kneel instantly before the woman and Saint Doraemon's Holy Body.

"Lady, I am but a humble believer, like many others, saved by Saint Guilliman, who taught me the doctrines of Saint Doraemon."

Greilina spoke humbly, yet could not help asking the girl's identity.

"Who are you…?" Greilina looked up at the scarred girl.

"I am merely an ordinary Battle Sister, trained under High Sister Magda, now entrusted by the Emperor and Saint Doraemon to guard his sleeping Holy Body."

Greilina swallowed a bit of saliva as she listened.

She did not for a moment believe the girl was truly ordinary; she thought instead of the contents of *The Doraemon Holy Scripture: The Book of Leina*.

*The Book of Leina* was written by the Purest Leina herself—the thinnest, most simply worded volume of *The Doraemon Holy Scripture*, essentially a collection of stories, and thus beloved by children.

But Greilina never dismissed *The Book of Leina*; she believed its simple words concealed great wisdom, and within it were recorded Saint Doraemon's experiences upon his descent upon Asford.

Greilina faintly sensed that the woman before her was none other than the one described in *The Book of Leina*.

Greilina's heart pounded violently; she bowed even more devoutly before the woman.

"But Greilina, your heart is filled with doubt and hesitation," the woman said softly.

Greilina's heart nearly stopped; sweat streamed down her forehead as she stammered:

"Lady, I trust every word of Saint Doraemon—our Lord has proven beyond doubt that he is the new savior of humanity after the Emperor."