Merlin looked at Wendy, with those blue eyes full of deep wisdom—Wendy was not afraid of the scrutiny of such eyes, even though her body had become extremely weak, but she was extremely determined in spirit. Merlin didn't express any opinion, and slowly reached out to her to hand the sword of the king to Wendy.www.biquge.info

"Stop!" Clarence saw this, trying to stop him—the sword unnerved him. However, his blocking did not help.

When Venti took the King's Sword, the unknown black mist escaping from her body gradually faded, leaving only a white face that looked like a long-dead person as a trace. She held the sword in both hands, and her strength should have been unable to even hold the sword.

But Wendy was once the one who was favored by this sword of kings, and the sword had a deep affection for her. They are like friends who can easily accept each other.

Therefore, the "return" of the Sword of Kings to Wendy's hands did not cause any pain to her weakened, and it was as comforting to each other as the return of a fish to the river.

"Thank you too, my friend. Wendy slowly lowered her head and pressed her face to the blade, she closed her eyes, holding the sword in one hand and caressing the watery blade with the other. A moment later, she flicked the blade with her fingers, but the gentle movement created a fierce wind that spread outward from beneath her feet, and the sensitive people retreated in surprise.

When she held the sword again, Wendy was no longer disturbed by the memories before she died, and her expression became more relaxed, and it was conceivable that as long as she had this sword, she would be a normal person and could "live".

Fettnay doesn't mind Wendy "living" in this way - but Merlin ...... A look of struggle flashed across Fitney's face, how could she persuade the magician to let someone who should have died continue to live in this way?she thought and watched.

People would be bewitched by her appearance, which would put a look of doubt on the faces of the soldiers of the Holy See - was such a girl really the object of their trial?

"Those black fogs are proof. Clarence coldly reminded his companions, whose scales were swinging from side to side, "Humans with black mist—have you ever heard of such a 'OR man?!'!"

People don't know where the black fog comes from, but it is a proof of uncleanness, a proof of darkness, the root of human sin - the black fog tempted humanity to destroy the original Holy See and keep the great goddess Erentia away from them.

Clarence's words stirred the spirits of the papal warriors, and they stared at Wendy warily again, as they tightened their grip on their weapons—to strengthen their faith.

Wendy ignored them, her eyes still closed, as if immersed in her own memories.

Like these people, she could not deny that she was dead, and vividly remembered the image of "when she died"—the flames enveloped her, the stench of burning from her and the dead relatives around her, and the black mist coming out of the bodies of those who had once been close to her.

At that time, she was so terrified that she even saw the blackness escaping from her body.

Painfully watching himself die.

Until a burst of golden light envelops her, "resurrecting" her, making her become Wendy, and walking on the earth again.

Now, the dream is over.

"Mr. Clarence, you're from the Holy See - do you live in a comfortable environment?" Wendy slowly opened her eyes and looked at Clarence.

She didn't speak to Fettnay, she didn't speak to Alva. She was enveloped in silence, and her words were incomparably gentle, but the object of her questioning was strange—there seemed to be a strange "anomaly" in this regard since she "recognized" Clarence.

Clarence was expressionless, still looking at her with those cold eyes, and he wanted to see from Wendy's face why she was asking—he wasn't going to answer her.

There was silence for a while.

"If I could live, then I would despise you as much as Jill. Wendy wasn't silent for silence, her hand stroking the blade paused, and then her words sent a crack across Clarence's face—a moment of stunnedness.

"What do you mean?" Clarence said.

"Hahaha......" Wendy didn't answer him, but smiled, she smiled so happily, like a girl running around in a field of flowers, "You still care about him, just like before! But everything is different anymore! I don't want to hate you! Because I'm grateful for all this! I didn't become a black fog ghost, I didn't ...... I didn't become ugly like them, because the picture at this time felt sad and painful, and I could no longer find my way to the next life. ”

"This is your destiny when 'you' begin to tempt humanity to do evil. Clarence was referring to the deeper darkness - he obviously didn't understand Wendy's words, but he wanted to calm himself.

"yes, they've become ugly things. Wendy stopped laughing, her expression suddenly filled with sadness, "Then may your holiness accompany you against the curses of this world." ”

"Shut up, Unclean. Clarence exclaimed, and the others reacted as violently as he did—Wendy's words and actions seemed to them to be the quintessential apocalypse.

Her smile and sorrowful expression made even those who did not believe in Ironia think that she was very abnormal, that she had gone mad - people looked at her and looked at her, including Alva - the eyes of those she had loved had glazed, and had never left her since she had held the sword.

Venti was not afraid of their threatening eyes, but she ignored them and just looked at the sword in front of her carefully, her eyes clear, as if she were simply admiring a work of art.

The people held their breath, the people of the Holy See were thinking about how to separate Wendy from the Sword of Kings, and Fitney was thinking about how to keep the Sword of Kings in Wendy's hands forever.

The ill-conceived people were put to the test - the building suddenly shook - and the battle outside affected it, and the dust and rubble shook off the ceiling, obscuring the view, accompanied by the stones that caused the damage. Fitney barely stood still, and Merlin lifted her up with a gust of wind, and it was at this moment that the ceiling was suddenly smashed by a boulder, and that boulder landed right between Fitney and Wendy!

Fitnair took a step back, stepping out of the way as she heard the exclamations of the crowd - she looked up, her eyes wide.

Unaffected by those shocks, Wendy firmly stabbed her sword into her chest!