392 extra: Hirti

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Yes, everyone around me thinks so.

In the year when the prestigious and extraordinary Holy See of Light came to select the Holy Maiden, in fact, everyone was not optimistic that Hirti would be selected.

In terms of light and holy power, her talent is not as good as that of several girls who were also elected by the neighboring village. In terms of beauty, she is also mostly cute, but she does not have the coldness and nobility that a saint should have. On Talent...... Oh, it's a tragedy that no one wants to think about.

If it weren't for the fact that Hirshiti's village couldn't find a second candidate, and the village chief's grandfather didn't want to be laughed at and pushed her out in anger, Hirsty wouldn't even be able to see a toe of an ordinary branch priest.

However, just when the lucky Hirti had already begun to pack his baggage, preparing to use the identity of the "Bright Holy Maiden Candidate" that he had made a special trip to gild, and go back to his hometown to deceive an uninformed simple family to adopt, the final Bright Holy Woman election announced by the Holy See of Light smashed everyone.

Why this inconspicuous Hirti?!

At that time, the Pope personally came to meet the little pink Hirti, smiled kindly and accommodatingly to see that the other party was not at all within the standard action of saluting and greeting, and continued to be kind and patient to watch Hirti's demonstration of only enough light bullets to glow with a small fluorescent, and finally nodded and said: "Very good, very good, I haven't seen such a ...... for many years Such a saint with such a distinctive style. ”

Everyone believed that this assessment was the most euphemistic description that could be found for the Pope in the most words.

A little orphan girl who has no father and no mother is suddenly valued by the huge Holy See, not only does she have food and a new dress, but even promises to cover the marriage problem and all the dowry after your retirement, what else can Hirti say?! She quickly packed her personal luggage, which was not even a single package, expressed her attitude with actions, and jumped into the luxurious carriage sent by the Holy See to pick her up without hesitation. Under the stunned eyes of everyone, he rushed to the new position he had just applied for.

What a saint is a candidate, she is a saint.

When she retires, it's not just gold-plated, she is 24-karat gold with diamonds.

Oh, a bright future beckons to you......

Hirti followed the arrangement of fate to enter the Holy See of Light, and since then she has begun her pampered and dire career as a saint.

Of course, it takes a lot to get it. There is no doubt about it.

Morning is prayer. Morning is magic learning, noon is prayer. In the afternoon there is a course in etiquette training and knowledge and culture, and in the evening there is prayer.

All kinds of schoolwork, all kinds of tight schedules. Prayer ...... Hirti suddenly discovered that the saint had not enough to eat. One is to maintain posture, the second is to save time, and the third is to show one's piety and desirelessness......

The thong of the god of light!

If she can't even eat enough, then why did she come to be this tired saint?!

But Hirti wasn't stupid either. Of course, she knew what the aura of the saint meant to her helpless self. So despite all this dissatisfaction. But she was still able to show a posture of piety and purity more than everyone else, as if she were really a natural saint of light...... Holy, unsullied, pure white......

Aside from the still-mundane magic of light, Hirti was almost flawless.

And the only thing that excites Hirti in this boring life of a saint is that she finds a child who is in sympathy with her, the Holy Son of Light, Karl.

That child is more gifted than she is, that child is more than her servant, that child is more ...... than she Busier.

In addition to martial arts, light magic, and prayer, Carl's classes also included the study of various interpersonal relationships, the deduction of battles, and financial analysis reports, etc., and he was tired like a tired dog, sleeping only four hours a day, and it was said that he would be the next heir of the pope.

Hirti's only joy after studying hard every day is to admire Karl's still working hard in her rare rest time, and the contrast produces happiness, really, it was really her happiest and most satisfying moment. "Ya-Wen * Yan + Love $ First @ Hair"

In view of the supreme happiness and satisfaction that Karl child had provided to her, she decided to get to know the same poor child during the annual sacrifice of the Holy See, the only day on which Hexiti could rest.

Sweet and fluffy cakes, juicy roast chicken, refreshing and sweet juices...... All this made Hirti feel so good, she turned to the little boy who was sitting silently and bowed her head to eat fruit, and generously took the initiative to greet: "Hello, I'm Hirti." ”

The little boy was stunned, as if he was a little at a loss, and under the soft and obedient blonde hair, there was some panic in his two big wet eyes: "Hmm...... Hello, I'm Carl. ”

"Yes, I know you." Hehiti smiled sweetly: "The Holy Son of Light is right?!" Coincidentally, I'm a saint. ”

"Ah...... Well, it's a coincidence, I know you too. Karl looked at Hirti enviously: "You can rest two hours earlier than me every day." ”

Hirti almost wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, sure enough! She is really a happy little girl!

"With great power comes great responsibility." Hirsty pretended to be as mature as she was, and copied what she had heard from the bishop, and she herself could not understand the words: "It is our pride that the God of Light has taken great care of us, and that is why he has given us these responsibilities, and you should not complain about it." ”

The little boy's envious eyes suddenly dimmed, and he lowered his little head cowardly, and unconsciously poked holes in the roast chicken with a fork in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "I know...... Hirti suddenly felt a little guilty, as if it was an illusion similar to bullying a small animal, and blinked his eyes to make amends: "Hmm...... In fact, the more you have learned, it means that you are much better than me. Really, I can't learn, but I'm jealous of you. ”

"Really?!" The little boy's eyes lit up, and he unconsciously straightened his small chest, and then after a while, he deflated again, and continued to be depressed with his little tender lips: "But I really want to sleep a little longer." No more, just let me sleep one more ...... every day No, half an hour will do! ”

Oh. Poor little bit.

Hirti really began to sympathize with the little boy, and of course it was because she felt the same way, although she had two hours more sleep than the other one, but a total of six hours...... That's not a lot.

The two little beans fall into frustration together, and Hirti realizes that he really shouldn't have come to tease Carl.

"There it is! We can protest together! ”

After a while. Hirti's eyes lit up. I came up with a brilliant idea.

The little boy looked at her timidly: "Protest?!" ”

"That's right." Hesty clenched her little fists and nodded, "I am a saint." You are the Holy Son, and we are the two most important children in the Holy See...... If we had protested together, the Bishop would have taken our opinion into account! ”

"Really?! But ......"

"Don't you dare?!" Children are born with a comprehension of the Radical Method. Hirti flew over with a contemptuous look. The little boy finally swallowed and nodded.

Under the delicate alliance, the two children happily enjoyed the day's vacation, and then chose to lie in bed together the next day. Rolling on the floor requires more food and more sleep time. Add toys and everything a child should enjoy.

They are the most important children of the entire Holy See, and they are convinced that their demands will be met.

Of course, all children have done this kind of stupid thing in their childhood, but Hirti apparently didn't fully realize that she was different from other children.

After a short period of scrambling, the Holy See quickly investigated the cause of the anomaly, and then learned of the two children's beautiful delusions after careful analysis and confession. Karl was then brought before the bishop to be taught by him, while Hirthi was taken to a retreat for a day.

A completely dark and isolated small house.

There was no sound, no light, no time, and no matter how loud the shouts were, it seemed as if they would be completely engulfed in darkness, and even breathing and heartbeat could not be felt...... Even adults couldn't stand the silence, but Hirti stayed in it all day......

When Karl finally finished his lecture, made up for the missed lessons, and sacrificed his rare rest time to sneak in to see his newly released ally, Hirhiti was already in a complete trance, her eyes were dull and straight, her whole body was soaked as if she had been fished out of water, pale and limp curled up on the floor, her arms wrapped around her arms, her fingers spasmodic and weakly tugging at her clothes, and she trembled from time to time, as if she was about to die.

Her mind went blank, just remembering that she had heard an old priest say something that she didn't know whether to be a threat or a reminder before she was thrown into that little dark room.

"Do you really think that the Holy Maiden and the Holy Son are the same?! The Holy Woman changes every term, but the Son is the future Pope. ”

"The responsibility of the Holy Maiden of Light should be to maintain the image and glory of the Holy See of Light, if you can't do it, then why can you still become a Holy Maiden?!"

"It's just that the sage predicted that you have the power of fate...... But you better not challenge the patience of the bishops, your talents are not remarkable. ”

"Hexiti, you are just an ordinary country girl, don't try to influence the Holy Son......"

The Holy Son is indeed the darling of the Holy See of Light.

And she is just a saint who can be abandoned at any time......

Hirti finally realized the difference between himself and Carl.

"Hirti?!" Carl looked at his little friend at a loss, not understanding why the other party looked so frightened.

"......," Hirti's lips quirmed slightly.

"What are you talking about? Hirti?! Carl was in a hurry, and his tears were about to come out: "I can't hear it, be louder." ”

“…… Roll ......" a faint voice finally came out of the little pink lips.

"Hirti?!"

“…… Get out of ......" Hirti's chaotic gaze finally gradually focused, staring at Karl weakly and hatefully, and his voice gradually became clear: "Get out...... Get out of the ......"

Karl opened his small lips wide, and his white and tender apple face was full of fear and shock: "...... He"

"Get out of here!" Hirti screamed weakly, and his trembling hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Karl's cuffs: "Why is it only me!" Why is it only me...... "Why it doesn't matter why it's just me!" Why can you be so safe and have been gently exposed after doing the same wrong...... Get lost! ”

She's not a princess, but he's a real prince.

The little boy fell out of the door in despair, and his staggering back looked as if some beast was chasing him from behind.

The papal knight, who followed the little boy, looked at Hirthiti who was slumped on the ground with dissatisfaction and pity, as if he were looking at a trash without self-knowledge.

Hirti closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at the little boy who was scolded by herself, she knew that she was angry, but she couldn't restrain it.

She wasn't as proud and important as she thought......

A few days later. Returning to training, Hirthi was more well-behaved than before, she pretended that nothing had happened, and she was back to being the pure and pious Holy Maiden of Light, she could recite the teachings of Light more accurately and clearly than any priest or priest, and her every move was a model of the standard image of the Holy Maiden of Light.

That's all she has left.

Little Carl quietly hid in the distance. From time to time, a timid glance is cast while training together. Then he quickly looked back in panic, thinking that no one had noticed his small movements.

On days when practicing magic is extraordinarily tiring. Hirthi could also often see a bottle of restorative holy water on the windowsill of his room...... The little boy thought that everyone was too stupid to guess who had brought the holy water.

Hirti clutched the holy water bottle tightly, almost wanting to laugh out loud.

Her only wish now is nothing more than to be safe and mixed up until the next saint succeeds her, and then find a good man to marry...... That's all!

That's the Son. That's the future pope! Wake up, Hirti.

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Day after day. Year after year.

The little boy gradually grew into a handsome boy, and the little girl gradually became a soft girl.

The Son began to prepare for the succession of the Holy See, and there were more and more affairs to be taken care of. The saint also began to run to every corner of the continent, spreading the teachings of light with a compassionate face. The chances of the two meeting in the Holy See became less and less. Wearing their own perfect masks, it's like a stranger.

Then Hirti went to the Tobiro Empire and met the elven queen who seemed to be out of step with the entire continent......

Actually, the first initial. Hirti just fell in love with Alphayd's high-quality meal ticket.

She is almost eighteen years old, and after the age of twenty the saint will be replaced, and she will be able to marry at that time...... With a glamorous and transcendent identity, the Holy Maiden of Light is not without precedent even if she wants to become the queen of a country.

All girls have the dream of becoming a princess, and of course, it is not excluded that Alfeld is indeed a good man. He was handsome, noble, and elegant...... Almost in line with all of Hirsheti's fantasies about the lover of her dreams, she often imagined a prince charming to save her from the world during her boring and empty life as a saint.

Hirti felt that this man should not refuse her, so he proudly and enthusiastically launched his own pursuit. But what was terrible and devastating to Hirti was that the perfect Prince Charming seemed to have fallen in love with someone else first...... Well, it's the Elven Queen. Black hair and black eyes, awaken the giant tree of life, and make the lost elves reappear as a powerful woman on the continent.

Hirti is angry, Hirti is wronged, what's wrong with her?! Or rather...... What's so good about that woman?!

With curiosity, although Hirti was not happy with the elf queen, he subconsciously did not resist the existence of the other party too much. She wondered what it was about the other person that attracted Fyd's.

It's a pity that after a period of contact, Hirthi couldn't see anything except meanness, shamelessness, insidiousness and cunning.

Could it be that this is the type that Alfyd likes...... Uh, something different?!

Hirti couldn't tell if he was torn or disappointed, until he met the Assassins in Arfeld's territory......

She screamed, she trembled, she was excited, she didn't know if she was scared or expectant. Nearly twenty years of life, this boring life, is coming to an end?!

With the sound of the wind whirring in her ears and the scolding of the elven queen, Hirshiti closed her eyes with a broomstick, stubbornly believing that she was about to die, because no one could save her. But when the first assassin was cleaved to the ground and hugged the trembling waist of the elven queen, Hirti inexplicably felt a sour feeling from the bottom of his heart.

She's shaking?! But she's still in front of her?!

This is a completely different feeling from Arphayd with his guards and papal knights working together to save himself from the blasphemers.

Hirsty finally knew what Alfyid was clinging to.

If you can be fearless for me, then I can give everything for you.

……

When the miasma raged and Hirti was sent to the altar by the Pope himself, he dragged his severed arms and looked at the flames in front of him, and his heart was unusually calm.

This is the Queen's hometown, and I can finally do something for her.

"Go, my venerable child." The bishop said mercifully.

Hirti smirked mockingly, then lifted her feet......

"Hehiti—"

There was a sudden commotion from the audience, and Karl, who rushed back at some point, was pulled by a group of priests with bloodshot eyes, struggling to rush up.

Hirsty paused, turned to look at him calmly, with some emotion and some regret...... If he had the courage to do so when she was sent to the retreat, wouldn't everything have been different?!

"Hirti! Get down!!! Karl's voice choked and shattered: "I'm here, Hirsty, you don't have to ......"

"Carl!" Hirti interrupted him, separated by the crowd and the altar, a distance of tens of meters like an unsurmountable end of the earth: "I'm sorry, goodbye." ”

You're late, Carl...... (To be continued) RQ