"Didn't she come out?"

There were whispers of a few girls outside the door.

"No, it's been a whole day, not eating or drinking. ”

"How can we go on like this? ”

There was a knock at the door, and it was very polite.

"Chloe, open the door. ”

Inside the door, Chloe walked restlessly around the room, covering her ears when she heard the shouts of the other nuns outside the door, "It's all fake, it's all fake," she repeated.

Twenty-four hours after returning to the monastery, she had been sitting in her room, not leaving an inch, and even the slightest disturbance would make her startle.

Ever since she saw the strange monsters in her nightmares, she had been terrified of her dreams. The Terral Monastery was her second home in the world, and she had never left since she was sent here at the age of nine.

She felt that if the people in the convent also turned into the monsters she had seen before, her spirit might not be able to withstand the devastation.

"Chloe, open the door. Sister Sannessa asked us to bring you dinner. The nun outside the door said again.

"You guys leave it at the door, I'm a little uncomfortable. She leaned against the door and said.

"You're okay, you've been weird since yesterday. ”

"Very well, don't ask. ”

"Okay," the nun outside the door hesitated.

"What else?" she asked.

"Your family has sent a letter. ”

There was a moment of silence.

Squeak.

The door opened, and Chloe stood in the doorway, holding the threshold in one hand and behind her back with the other, and a paper cutter in her back.

However, the person standing outside the door was not a monster, but just an ordinary nun, with a few freckles on her face, short and simple, kind. She holds a dinner plate with broccoli and braised red beans.

"You're finally out. ”

The girl sighed and handed her a letter with a wax stamp, "Look, from England." ”

Chloe squeezed out a smile and stuck the paper cutter behind her waist without leaving a trace, and took the plate and letters.

"Thank you, Vivi. ”

After saying that, a touch of tenderness welled up in her heart, and she lowered her head and kissed her companion on the cheek, and the touch really made her want to cry.

The girl blushed, "Nasty, what are you doing?" She whispered.

"It's fine. ”

Chloe let out a long sigh.

"Let's go back. ”

The nun's little back vanished, and Chloe closed the door and sat in the room, ignoring the food, but opened the letter as soon as possible.

- Love, Nicol.

The letter was short, and its content did not surprise Chloe in the slightest, as she had received such a letter in the real world.

She went to her dresser and ran her fingers over a black-and-white photograph of an old man and a little girl as tall as his waist, with Big Ben in England in the background.

The little girl smiled happily, and the old man grinned widely, but now Chloe saw a hidden worry and uneasiness on the smiling face of her great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.

The memories of her childhood were already very vague to her, and she only vaguely remembered that the streets of London were often overflowing with rain, and the white fog in the sky made everyone's backs look like islands in the sea.

And, of course, the taciturn great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, who seems to be his only relative, oddly enough. Although she has many other relatives, such as uncles, uncles, and aunts, they always feel alienated when they look at her, even her parents.

She knew that the way her parents looked at her was respect and fear, but not much love.

She had asked her great-great-great-great-grandfather countless times why her parents never kissed her, and he would always smile and tell her that they loved you very much, but they were not good at expressing it, and they would hug her and kiss her forehead.

Now Chloe no longer believed in these nonsense, and she thought that her parents probably really didn't love her, after all, she had been at the Terral Monastery for six or seven years, and they had not even written a letter to herself.

After thinking about it, she felt that it was because she couldn't control her magic and always caused trouble to others.

Chloe doesn't think there's anything special about her abilities, she also has wizarding blood in her veins, wizards are always able to do strange things, maybe time travel is just a trivial one.

On the contrary, it was only after her grandfather sent her to the Terral Abbey in France that she rarely experienced the warmth of home, where everyone treated her well, not the superficial respect and love.

They will play games with her and joke with her. There's the stern and nagging Sannessa, the silent but gentle Father Red, the cute companion Vivien, and the babies who are in her own care, giggling when they see themselves during the day, and crying endlessly at night.

Father Red was well aware of her special abilities, and he would always come to her house before her magic burst out, telling her to calm down, go with the flow, and give her heart to God.

Although she didn't like the aftermath of being paralyzed and pitch black after the spell was over, she liked the ethereal feeling that the spell rampage brought to her at the time. At that moment, it was as if all obstacles were useless, and she could see everything that was happening within a radius of 100 meters.

Everything moved at such a fast speed that people went back and forth like lightning, moving things from the monastery around. The long-term workers in the square are constantly carrying firewood up and down, the cooks in and out of the glass garden carrying baskets, the apprentices at the deep well sometimes talk and sometimes whisper, and the cats on the roadside chase the dogs, and tomorrow the dogs chase the cats.

The trees swayed, the leaves grew at a visible rate, the flowers withered at a visible rate, and even the gargoyle at the top of the church, which had stood for thousands of years, could change slightly under her eyes.

At that moment, a huge amount of information flowed through her mind, and she could look down on the world, as if she was the true master of the world, and no one could experience what she felt, the realm beyond all things.

Only, even so.

Nor could she have predicted the final fate of the monastery.

She sat on the edge of the bed, a flash of red flashing through her mind, it was flowing blood.

"Damn!"

Thinking of what happened next, those cold black-robed wizards, she bit her lips tightly, ten fingers into her hair, and grabbed her scalp tightly.

It took a while for her to calm down and pick up the letter again, thinking that if she hadn't received it, she would have died in this place.

However, to her surprise, the letters on the letter, which had just been normal, squirmed on their own, some evaporated, some reorganized, and finally turned into a short sentence.

Chloe shuddered and threw the letter out.

The letter paper fluttered lightly and swayed to the ground.

Like putting a glass of mellow liquor in front of an alcoholic, the dream directly saw through the truest thoughts in her heart.

"No, no, you can't do anything. ”

Chloe muttered to herself, she remembered what Hoffa had said to herself at the end.

Don't be physical unless necessary.

It was the famous Occam's razor, and the teenager was reminding himself that if he wanted nothing to happen, he was going to do nothing.

She opened the window and looked at Paris at night, trying to borrow the cold breeze outside the window to sober herself up.

There was no cold wind outside the window, some of the fighters passing in the sky, and the low roar of their flight, and the air defense sirens sounding in the distance made her feel even more uneasy.

At this moment, the boundary between reality and illusion begins to blur.

The simple phrase on the letter began to multiply in her mind like a virus.

First the abbey, then Mary. There are too many abnormalities and accidents in this world, which makes her deeply feel the impermanence and uncontrollability of fate.

Can you change history? If you have the chance.

Maybe she could try it, and finally, she stood up and picked up the letterhead.

"I'll have to give it a try. She said.

Pushing open the door, she left her room and walked briskly towards Mother Sanissa's room.

She didn't know if the nun was asleep, but she was the leader of the monastery, and if she told her the news of the coming of the German wizards, she might be able to change what had been unstoppable.

At night, the abbey flickered with a dim figure, a shadow created by the street lamps of Paris, which illuminated the ground through stained glass depicting Jesus and the Virgin.

Fear was like an indigestible meal in her stomach, and she could only pray to God silently not to encounter that unknown monster.

Fortunately, it seems that this dream has been reformed, and I have made up my mind not to play those low-level tricks anymore.

Arriving at the door of Sister Sanisa's office, she took a deep breath and tried to knock on the door. However, there was a strange moan from inside the door, which made her hand freeze in front of the door.

"Don't worry, wait a minute, is the kid okay now?" a man asked in a low voice.

"It should be fine, I asked Vivien to bring her dinner. ”

"It's really strange, since I came back yesterday, I think she is in a very wrong state, and she usually counts her most lively and smiling. The man said again.

"Are you going to go away again?" asked the female voice in a low voice.

"No way. The man said, "I just gave her magic a week ago, and now it's safe." ”

As Soso's voice reached Chloe's ears, she recognized the voices as Father Red and Sister Sanissa.

This made her a little confused.

Father Red had always been in charge of Mass and confession and exorcism, and did not live here, but he had not returned to the convent so late, so he should have left work early.

The voice in the room was a little muffled, and the woman sighed, "Seriously, dear, how much time does she have?"

"I'm afraid it's not long before the magic power has rioted more and more recently, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to satisfy this power anymore. ”

"Not even you?"

"I'm just a servant of God, but I'm not God. The man suddenly became irritable: "Damn! If she doesn't get rid of the source of this power, sooner or later she will be completely sucked dry by the devil in her body." , the person who does this kind of thing must be really mad. ”

After a moment of silence, the woman said, "Send her back, my dear, you have been doing this drudgery for seven years, and perhaps the people of her family can take care of her problems on their own." ”

Chloe suddenly felt terrified, and at this point she just wanted to go back the way she came, and she didn't want to do anything superfluous. However, the curiosity was like a magnet, firmly holding her feet in place.

"Who doesn't say that?" the man's irascible voice softened, and he let out a long sigh:

"If Lemay had a way, he would have done it a long time ago, but no, he tried everything, and the child couldn't stand it if he had more, and the monster wouldn't be happy if he had less. ”

"Forget it, don't talk about it, she naturally has her destiny. ”

"Yes, don't say it, it's a day by day, come on. ”

An urgent, soft voice came from inside the room, and she trembled and reached out and held it on the doorknob. Some magical force made the door lock useless, and with a slight push, she pushed the door lock open a thin slit.

The image made her eyes widen and her breath shortened.

The dimly lit room shimmered with eerie reds, the crucifixion of Jesus, the place where the nuns prayed for their daily penance, and the nun's black and white robes hanging from the table like tassels.

A lean man with his ass half-bare, standing at his desk, with his back to her.

And he had two long legs wrapped around his waist, and although they were four or five meters away, she still recognized the face of the owner of the legs, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and on her shoulders was her face of pain and enjoyment.

Chloe must have not had time to cover her mouth, or even if she did, she still made a sound. The face on the shoulder opened its eyes and looked directly at the nun in the doorway.

It all happened so fast that she frantically pushed the man away, and when she saw the water flash, she put on her robe and walked quickly towards Chloe.

Chloe sat down on the ground, her face red, her heart beating like a giant drum, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling of nausea rising from her stomach.

No, it can't be, the monastery is a sacred place, Father Red and Sister Sanissa are both devout believers, how could they do such a blasphemous thing under the idol of a god!

The middle-aged nun stood in front of her with her robe clutched.

She had never seen that look on Sanissa's face, it was a mixture of embarrassment, anger, shame and reluctance.

"Listen to me. Chloe said in a panic, "The German wizard is coming." You, you have to get out of here quickly. ”

After saying that, even she felt that her words were so pale and powerless, that she felt that Mother Sannessa didn't care what she said at all. She just closed her eyes, and her face was red and white.

A bell rang in the distance, and the nightmare nun opened her eyes, "Shut up!" she said tremblingly. "Confinement, don't come out until next month!"