Thinking

"Sa-saint?"

"Yes… and being chosen as saint would mean you are required to be a part of the church until your death," Veronica said.

Hubert looked at her for a second with widened eyes, disbelieving and slightly irritated to the point of speechlessness while his mouth was agape. Truly, all of the solutions that she came up with were as ridiculous as the one before it.

"Have you got any other ideas that don't require me venturing to the wilderness, finding someone that is possibly dead, or connecting to beings that either makes me an enemy of the church or a devout servant of the church? Is such a thing even possible?" he asked, breaking free from his speechlessness.

She slightly laughed when hearing his questions.

"Well," as the sun shone and her eyes glinted, and her face becoming more serious, she came up with her last solution, "the blood of a legendary animal like a dragon should do the job,"