When Lulunaka leaves the secret room, she leaves through a secret door. As she thought, the secret door had been installed with something that wasn't hers, but it wasn't a big deal, and she easily unlocked it. It's just some magical mechanism that doesn't bother her as an illustrious alchemist—although those who know her don't seem to take her status as an alchemist seriously, but she herself puts most of her passion into it.

The blue starry sky outside was still shining, and the King's Castle was shrouded in it, so it was naturally a sleepless night. But inside the cathedral, there is no one to stay. The monks and nuns of the church were outside, looking at the sky in horror. In addition, no one else, including believers and members of the church, was forbidden to enter or leave. On a night like this, civilians are not the only ones who feel uneasy. Lulunaka was the only one in the hall lit by the blue candle flames, and outside were guarded guards, dressed in elaborate armor, whose faces were obscured by visors and helmets.

These look like elite guards, but they don't appear for nothing.

Because Lulunaka wasn't the only one in the hall with the altar.

Lulunaka came out of the secret door, right behind the altar, which blocked her entirely. As soon as she came out, she immediately noticed a more solemn and even more solemn atmosphere around the church than usual. There were a lot of people around, and they formed a circle to keep the riot out. And within this circle, there is Luluna and another person.

The man, Lulunaka, of course, had already been released, which made her have no intention of leaving immediately, leaned under the altar, and sat down.

On the benches below the altar, several rows of benches away from the altar, sat a middle-aged man. The man was someone Lulunaka knew, except that when she first met him, he was bald.

Luluna returns to the cathedral and meets an interesting man, Pario. The middle-aged man, who looked like an ascetic, did not show the slightest panic at the vision of the sky, as the others did. In the hall lit by a blue candle, he sat alone, quietly looking at the huge glass painting behind the altar.

The glass paintings on the ceiling and behind the altar were also stained with blue light, and on the colorful glass, there was a strange blue color, so that they also blended into this blue light.

Lulunaka didn't hide out for fear of being discovered, and if she wanted to leave, no one could stop her, and not many people could notice it. She's just staying for another reason now.

That's why Pario, who sits below.

One hid under the altar, and the other sat on a bench under the altar, as if neither had noticed the other. It's just that it's just an illusion, Lulunaka knows that Pario is sitting underneath, and Pario, presumably knowing that there is someone at the altar, but whether he knows that it's Lulunaka, that's something that only he knows.

The first to speak was Palio, "It's a beautiful starry sky, but the whole castle seems to be terrified. Some people told me that it was the wrath of the gods because I didn't do a good job here, and others said that it was a miracle and that the King's Castle would bounce back from its troubles. Which one do you think it will be?"

Speaking of this, Pario laughed self-deprecatingly, "Of course I know that either one is wrong. It's just that something has come to an end, and you're the one doing it, right?"

Lulunaka still didn't respond, just sat there with her eyes closed, listening quietly to Pario.

"But none of that seems to matter anymore, there are so many thoughts tonight, and there are always the voices of people with their own hearts in my ears, like mosquitoes who refuse to leave. So I came here looking for some peace of mind. Pario stood up and walked to the altar. "I've never seen you, and I'm not even sure if you really exist in that painting, so much so that when I see a girl who looks like you, I seem to hallucinate. ”

Pario walked over to Lulunaka step by step, "Can I have the pleasure of meeting you?"

Lulunaka still didn't respond, and Pario had already walked to the edge of the altar. But he didn't see Lulunaka, and under the altar, there was no sitting Lulunaka. She left quietly, not even letting Pario find out.

It wasn't that Pario thought he was hallucinating or delusional, he knew that just now, there was a village that shared the space with him.

But Lulunaka didn't seem to want to meet him, and as for Palio, or rather, the Emperor of the King's Castle, Justinian, he stood there, looking wordlessly at where Lulunaka had sit. There were signs that the secret door had been opened, but the man had already left.

"Your Majesty?" a guard in fine armor half-pushed open the door, saw Pario standing there, and asked cautiously, "What's going on?"

"Just talking to yourself and praying to God. Pario replied, "No problem, you go out." ”

The guard saluted Pario and closed the door.

Pario stood behind the altar, facing the rows of benches below. The candlelight of the blue fire was still flickering, making the hall bright and beautiful. He stood here alone, without even a companion, let alone someone to talk to.

There is no more pitiful loner than him.

Lulunaka left the cathedral and returned to the shop. When she walked back, it was already late at night, but the stars were shining in the sky, and it seemed that she couldn't tell how dark it was. The shop was lit with blue candles, and when Luluna entered, she saw Ward lying in the corner behind the door. Even at this time, this dog will not be affected by the changes in the outside world, and it will sleep when it is time to sleep. Inside, Pasta stands behind the counter, staring at Lunaka.

"Did you do that?" Pasta asked.

Lulunaka nodded, but didn't say anything more. "Is Julius back? Did he bring a little girl with him?"

Pasta had no intention of asking, he had already figured out how to get along with Lulunaka, that is, not to ask. "He did bring a little girl back, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's just two little children who are suffering together. Lulunaka replied.