MiracleOn July 15, 1734, an unbearable summer struck an unknown village in southern Lapland.

It's 5:10 a.m., and the villagers have closed their doors and windows, most of them huddled under the covers. But except for the innocent children, none of them fell asleep.

They trembled and prayed, and it was not the oppressive fog outside the window that terrified them, but a girl who had been bent over by an evil thing.

In the whole village, only the dim candlelight came from the window of the Vilta family, and the women sobbed incessantly.

"The exorcist is coming soon, please...... Please, Clara! Be sure to keep it up! ”

There was a neighing in the darkness, a carriage broke through the fog, the coachman pulled the reins, and four swarthy horses came to a halt on the stone pavement.

The wheels crushed the prayer-engraved amulets that had fallen to the ground, and with a creaking screech, a man in a broad-brimmed felt hat pulled open the door and stepped out of the carriage.

"I'll leave it to you, remember to do it quickly."

The man paused for a moment, turned sideways and nodded to the woman in the carriage, and took a step in the darkness, following the bits and pieces of light coming from the window towards the steeple wooden house not far away.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a rhythmic knock outside the door, and the Virtas, tormented by fear, trembled and moved to the door, where they saw a tall figure through the window.

"A visit from the Ludwig Monastery."

Be concise and clear, without a single word of nonsense, and it is often this kind of answer that will reassure people in fear. Seeing her husband nod, Mrs. Vilta turned the handle and pulled the door open.

The man in front of him was carrying a huge two-handed sword, and in order to avoid accidental injury, he locked the blade with a coffin-like wooden box. The dark blue bun was mixed with a few strands of silver, and it was not difficult to guess from his voice that this person was already old, but there were no signs of aging in his facial features.

"Exorcist! Mr! Please, save my daughter, she's only sixteen! Madame couldn't suppress the complicated emotions in her heart, and stretched out her arms to hug the exorcist who had walked into the room.

The man looked down at Madame Vilta, fear, sadness, despair, as if all the negativity imaginable by humans was concentrated in her pupils.

"I'll do what I can, ma'am."

The man's lips opened slightly, and he blurted out an emotionless sentence. His tone was strong and calm, and finally made the couple feel the light of hope.

"Sir, please come with me!"

The husband didn't care about the extra etiquette, turned around and walked down the wooden stairs to the attic.

There was hardly any light here, and the shrill hiss of rodents could be heard the moment the door was opened, and the husband stood in the doorway not daring to take a step forward, and without the slightest hesitation, the exorcist took a step and walked straight into the room.

In the shadows, the exorcist stared at the twisted human figure on the roof with his extraordinary vision, his long white dress stained with filth, his long messy hair hanging in the air like vines, and barely any human features except for the hands that clasped the stone bricks.

"Get this thing out of me! Get it out!! ”

An almost roaring sound came from the shadows, a woman's scream, mixed with the beastly moan. The poor girl had been tormented by the invisible, her abdomen swelled like a corpse in the form of a giant, her eyeballs protruding from her sockets burned with terrifying flames, her pupils rapidly narrowed to the light coming in from the doorway, and she stared at the exorcist with contempt.

"Close the door and stay away from the room." The exorcist continued to move forward without looking back, and asked the couple at the door, "Are there any other children in the family?" ”

"Yes...... Yes, there is a little daughter downstairs who has been insomnia for a long time because of this......" the husband replied to the exorcist with his wife in his arms and crying.

"Go tell her a bedtime story and tell her that the night will soon pass...... Now, close the door. ”

The husband gritted his teeth, and he looked up at the monster that had once been his daughter entrenched in the ceiling, and for a moment he felt that the absurd legends had poured fear into his stomach without hesitation. Heartbroken, Mr. Vilta resisted the urge to retch, took a few steps back, and locked the attic door from the outside with trembling arms.

"Exorcists can't save me...... You're just cattle for money and death! ”

It wasn't until the footsteps completely disappeared downstairs that the exorcist sighed, finally unlocked the wooden box that sealed the big sword, held the hilt, and watched the monster that had once been Clara walk forward.

"It's true that I can't save you, but if it's this big sword, it won't be......"

The cold wind shook the dead trees in the backyard and let out a demonic howl, and the exorcist clamped the target's neck, bit the cork, and poured the potion mixed with mandala powder into the girl's mouth.

With a violent struggle, a puddle of black, viscous liquid came out of the girl's nose. It wasn't until the liquid soaked the floor that the exorcist took the girl's body behind him, and swung his sword at the pool of liquid that was gradually solidifying into a human form. China

Three hours later, a blue flame with no temperature burned in the attic, and as the last rays of light receded, only a smoky ash was left on the ground.

The exorcist put away his sword and walked downstairs with the tortured girl in his arms.

In the living room, the husband and wife were holding the pendant on their chests and muttering silently to several statues, when they saw the figure walking towards them, and suddenly fell to their knees.

"Your daughter is fine, drink plenty of water, bask in the sun, and she will recover soon." The exorcist returned to the living room with Clara's skinny, skinny body in his hands.

It all happened so suddenly that the couple couldn't believe that the exorcist had saved their daughter from the demons.

"Thank you, Mr. Exorcist! Thank you!! Woowoowoo......"

Madame Virta wept with joy in her arms, and the exorcist did not say a word, nor did he pay attention to the reward offered to him by the man, but mechanically pushed open the door and walked towards the carriage in the light of the dawn that had not yet arrived.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and the exorcist looked back, and a little girl ran behind him with a handful of lilac lavender, just keeping this distance, looking up at his tall figure.

"That...... Kind sir! Thank you for saving my sister, can you take these flowers? ”

The exorcist gradually stopped, bending his knees slightly. He took the handful of lavender that exuded a rich fragrance, smiled and touched the little girl's forehead, and stroked the brown hair to her ear.

For some reason, he always felt that he had seen this little girl somewhere......

"Thank you for the flowers, lovely girl......"

Seeing the smile on the man's face, the little girl also happily narrowed her eyes into two slits, grinned at the corners of her mouth, revealing a row of white teeth, only leaving two small gaps in the middle, and it looked like the baby teeth had just fallen out.

The little girl saw the weapon that the man had hung at his waist, a firearm armed with a bayonet, and the two were a little reluctantly combined, like a dagger nailed to the bottom of the barrel of a gun. After a moment of observation, the girl noticed something engraved on the handle of the dagger, which seemed to be Latin.

"'Jeanne'? Is that the name of the gun? The pronunciation is exactly the same as my name! ”

The exorcist's body visibly trembled a little, and he slowly straightened up, covering his eyes with his palms, his mouth still smiling.

Jeanne...... It's a beautiful name and hopefully it will bring you good luck......"

The man lowered his head, hid his eyes in the shadows that the sun could not reach, and walked north along the path from which he had come.

"Where have we met? Mr? ”

The exorcist was silent.

"Sir! Please wait! Your name is ......"

This time, the exorcist did not stop, he walked straight to the side of the carriage, held on to the door but did not want to leave, only turned his head slightly, and politely pulled down a few millimeters with the broad brim of his hat.

"I used to have a decent name, but now I'm just an old exorcist...... It's a pleasure to help you regain your happiness and hopefully this is the last time we'll see each other......"

The exorcist boarded the carriage, and the moment the door closed, the coachman whipped his horse and drove off into the distance.

"It seems that things are going quite well, do you have any regrets? Rusta? ”

The silver-haired woman fiddled with a cane carved with runes, staring at the exorcist's azure pupils and asking him.

The man deliberately avoided the other's gaze, remained silent, turned his head sideways, and looked at the little girl standing there through the car window. Not far behind her, a sea of lilac lavender flowers could be seen, rippling in the breeze.

The dawn sun shone on the little girl's face, and her face was still full of that smile, that smile that was so warm, that smile that reminded him of the past......

The exorcist pulled the brim of his hat lower, almost covering most of his face, and waved his hand in the direction of the carriage.

"Mind your own business, Janorian. Nothing to regret, there will be no more ......"

"Hehehe...... You're still the same as before, so cautious in everything you do, and you deliberately instruct the clergy of the church to declare the 'fact' that you're dead, as if you were afraid that you would draw others into the sordid world of exorcists...... But there is no one else now, if we call each other by our real names......"

The woman paused for a moment, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and asked the exorcist in a joking tone.

"It should be fine, right? Chadwick. Draenau. ”