He wasn't aware that his impeccable handwriting had astonished the bishop and the little girl. The Hero set down the exquisite feather pen.
As the Noble Lady of the Viscount's House, although her parents always embraced a laissez-faire attitude with her, they never lacked in providing the material needs she should have.
For the things a noble lady should learn, the Hero could say she hadn't missed a single one.
However, for a Battle Mage, no matter how much of this she learned, none of it would count towards any form of evaluation.
One could even say it's expected, much like breathing, and only receiving strange looks if praised for how smoothly one breathes.
Similarly, with calligraphy, although the Hero had earnestly learned how to write, she lacked anyone around her who could discern the value of her handwriting.
Even if she had shown it to close friends or others, limited by their perspectives, the most they could offer was a remark like, "Your writing is really beautiful."
Naturally, she had never received family praise for it or any genuine evaluation of her calligraphy, so the Hero was not conscious of her level in this regard.
To her, it was just simply writing.
However, watching the cruising bishop take out a gold-embossed envelope from who knows where and solemnly use it to store the letter filled with her chaotic handwriting, the Hero's inner agitation cooled down.
[Cruising Bishop obtained the Special Item: Saintess's Admonishment Letter]
[Inscription: You should treat others with sincerity.]
[Cruising Bishop's Favorability (Attitude 98 +90, Reflection +5)]
"Since you're reflecting, the next step is for you to recommend a normal profession for me!"
The Hero stood up, finally taking the first step in her class change.
And the cruising bishop, no longer daring to act mischievously, gave a straightforward answer.
"I understand, since Miss Hero regularly battles with fists and feet, the Martial Monk should be a suitable choice."
"This profession has high compatibility, and there would be no issue advancing in any guild later. Its depth is adequate, plus considering what you obtained at the Holy Sword—"
Glancing at the little girl next to her and seeing no disagreement, the Hero nodded in agreement.
10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure
[Church's Transfer Method: Stigmata]
The Stigmata was a magic imprint containing vast information, similar to the transfer methods of other professional guilds, differing only in terminology.
For instance, the Mages called it engraving, while the Warrior Guild referred to it as a war scar.
Imprinting the professional Stigmata onto the Reincarnator, allowing the Professional to gain more knowledge and strength with their gradual growth.
The Stigmata could be concealed, appearing only when Magic Power was stimulated.
Unlike marks given to familiars and demons during a reincarnation ritual, the Stigmata used here was a consumable crafted for this purpose.
Writing basic professional information and skills into the Magic Power to make a semi-realistic imprint, ultimately bestowing it on the Reincarnator, allowing them to gain power beyond human limits.
Unlike magic creatures, which become strong through innate inheritance, this human-created technological achievement built a system transcending racial limitations.
It made the emergence of the powerful non-coincidental, forming one fundamental aspect of civilized society.
[Container for Stigmata]
Having solid and protective functions, akin to a small barrier, it's harder than regular armor.
[Position of Hero's Stigmata (from high to low, highest being the forehead, lowest the ankle)]
1. Calf (Rings above the ankle)♛
2. Shinbone (Front of the calf down to below the knee)
3. Outer thigh (Extending to the knee bend)
After deciding on the chosen profession, the Hero followed the cruising bishop to another room in the church.
The One-Turn Ritual was not particularly ceremonious, and the process simple; once the form was completed, the Professional Tutor simply needed to confirm the Reincarnator's attributes for imprint assignment.
Although some testing procedures were standard, the cruising bishop, being a Legendary Professional, possessed insight beyond that of ordinary mentors, naturally saving a few minor steps.
"Next, please tell me where you'd like the Stigmata to be imprinted."
The cruising bishop spoke, retrieving the container with the Stigmata from the church's secret chamber.
"The placement of the Stigmata won't affect its effect, so you may choose freely, though I personally recommend a less conspicuous location."
The cruising bishop cleared his throat gently.
"Since Stigmata imprinting requires the guidance of Magic Power, I'll be assisting you with it."
The Hero pondered for a moment, seated on a chair, and removed her right shoe and sock.
She pointed at her calf, placing her bare foot on a small stool below, looking somewhat uneasy at the cruising bishop.
"I understand, please relax."
Then, this man who stepped into the Legendary Realm, knelt down before the fourteen-year-old Hero.
First, he placed the container with the Stigmata by the Hero's foot, then devotedly bowed his head, his hands gently encircling her calf.
His expression was so focused and devoid of malice, solemnly even conveying gratitude, as if before him wasn't a newcomer to reincarnation but a noble princess—or a being even more sacred.