Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

"As you say, miss. It was His Majesty Roland who sent me here to investigate the truth. ”

Roland ...... Your Majesty? Are you from Elcat? ”

As a result, the girl said something curious that she couldn't let Cyra ignore.

His sense of responsibility and honor made him unable to explain this: "No, I am a Banza. My name is Cyra, the faithful messenger and shield of His Majesty the Pope...... He is now temporarily appointed as a cardinal. ”

"Huh? Roland, he's now the Pope of Tyre...... It's funny. ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but chuckle. Then she turned back to a raven behind her and ordered, "Charles, go get a 'boot'." This lord is a distinguished guest. ”

The crow nodded silently, glanced at Cyra, and then turned away.

After the order, the girl turned back with a smile and said enthusiastically to Cyra, "Introduce yourself, I'm Claudia." Claudia. Crowley...... By the way, I am the saint of the Eternal Sleeping Teacher. ”

"The Holy Maiden of the Mentor?"

Cyra couldn't help but be surprised.

He naturally knew what a great being the Elder Sleep Master was.

That night, after he had told Roland that he wanted to know the truth, Roland baptized Cyra and presided over the conversion ceremony that gave Cyra access to the Sleeping Teacher.

Because Tyre had fallen, Cyra was not punished in any way. However, because his soul had been assimilated by Tyre once, his synchronization with his mentor was not high, causing his rank to fall to the peak of the silver rank in one go.

But the mentor has recognized him. And gave Cyra a career as a martyr.

Although Cyra's rank has dropped by nearly two orders due to the change of faith, Cyra has self-confidence and relies on her own perception ability. At most, it will only take more than a month to reshape the soul and return to the golden level again.

At the same time, because Cyra did have a complete grasp of the Righteous Realm, after he received the Divine Technique of the Sleeping Mentor, the Divine Technique of the Righteous Realm and a small amount of the Divine Technique of the Sun Realm were not completely covered, but were separated. It has become a magic that belongs to Cyra herself.

However, even though Cyra really no longer believes in Tyre, his speaking habits still can't be broken. He would always subconsciously pray to the dead Tyre, but he was actually the priest of the mentor now.

Therefore, he naturally knew what kind of concept the Holy Maiden of the Eternal Sleeping Master was.

The Holy Maiden of the Holy One and the Holy Maiden of the Gods are not at all the same level of existence. The latter is at best a mascot, while the former is a shackle for the saint to bind the power of the pope.

In other words, the Holy Maiden of the Mentor and Roland, as the Pope, should be of the same rank. Cyra should have respected Claudia as much as Roland had already respected.

Thinking back to the "Oh my Tyre" that she had accidentally blurted out earlier, Cyra felt uneasy.

The guru is on top - he's just talking about it. A habit that has lasted for more than 30 years is not easy to break.

"That...... Holy Maiden ......"

"Don't worry about the details, Cylla." Claudia said with a gentle smile, "I can see the piety and integrity in your heart. You are a rare righteous man in this era, do not let your heart be polluted by dusk. ”

"Yes."

Cyra's obedient answer.

In Claudia's body, he felt a sense of tranquility that was similar to that of Roland.

If the sense of tranquility in Roland is the kind of eternal peace of ignorance and unconsciousness after death, then the sense of tranquility in Claudia is the quietness, sadness and solemnity of the funeral.

Just looking at her, you will feel a faint sadness, but you can also feel her purity because of it. No matter how irritable and rude people are, they will hold their breath in front of her and lower their voices.

Just as Cyra and Claudia were talking. The raven had turned back. One of his "forelimbs" carried a package, and in the slightly blood-soaked package were four long oak sticks.

Cyra couldn't help but turn her head: "Holy Maiden." It's ......"

"Don't worry, it's not like you're going to cut off your limbs."

Claudia said with a smile on her face, helping Cyra fix her gaze on Cyra's arm with a special rope clasp: "Just say you'd better not touch this swamp...... There was not just the plague in there, there was something else. ”

“…… Pestilence? ”

Cyra was keenly aware of the word.

Claudia, however, no longer explained. After tying four sticks that resembled stilts, she headed into the swamp.

Cyra watched Claudia walk up the swamp, and then it was as if she had no weight. Easily stepped on it.

- No, not on a swamp.

Cyra stared for a moment, only to notice a small gap between Claudia's feet and the scarlet swamp. She was silently suspended in the air like an ethereal spirit.

There is no witchcraft reaction, and there is no magic aura. There was not even any sign of the ritual being initiated, and she simply walked into the air. If it weren't for the fact that she did have a shadow. Cyra had to wonder if the Holy Maiden was a ghost.

Just after Claudia had walked out three or four steps without leaving a footprint on the swamp, her figure suddenly froze, and she looked back at Cyla with a slight arc hanging from the corners of her mouth, and her meaning was self-evident.

Cyra sighed, then clumsily propped herself up with four sticks, and moved like the crows into the swamp with difficulty.

With his agility, it doesn't seem to be very difficult to walk with a wooden stick to support himself. But the next moment when all his limbs entered the scarlet swamp, Cyra felt that the wooden stick on his right arm seemed to poke something slippery, and he slid forward without paying attention, and the whole person shook violently, and he was about to lose his center of gravity and slip directly.

Cyra had even closed her eyes, and a fierce golden flame had risen from her body, ready to roast the scarlet ominous swamp directly to prevent it from touching her own flesh.

But at this moment, Cyra's peripheral vision saw a slender white hand reaching from the side, easily breaking through the holy flame, and forcefully immobilizing Cyra's body.

"Ahh Also, you'd better remove your flame...... You've shocked the kids. ”

"Yes, Your Highness."

Cyra unconsciously used the honorific title, but her heart was uncertain.

How did she get here?

One second, she was clearly three or four meters away, but the next second she instantly appeared behind Cyra. The whole process between them seemed to have been cut out artificially, and Cyra had no impression at all.

Even with his perception, he didn't perceive her way of action even though he was within the range of his perception.

And the one she held on to Cyra didn't rely on brute force.

The moment she came into contact with Cyra, an even force wrapped her around her and drove him to balance her body.

Just as she hadn't touched the swamp, Cyra could be sure that Claudia's hand hadn't touched her body. It's as if there's an invisible wall in between.

…… What kind of power is this?

But Cyra didn't ask her questions.

While he was struggling in place, Claudia "helped" him, and with that great force, she carefully guided Cyla to move forward on all fours in the swamp. This time, Cyra didn't encounter any obstacles and followed Claudia all the way.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, the dense woods suddenly became thin. What greeted Cyra was a village that could only be described as strange.

Or rather, a gathering place for human beings.

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )