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Out of unquenchable curiosity, Linya stepped forward and chatted with the little girl's soul. "Hi...... Hello, little sister. I'm Linya. Nice to meet you. Can I see you, can you tell me why you're here?" said Linya, tilting her head and smiling, her smile and friendliness that soon made her a friend of the little girls, a friend who could tell them their secrets.

That was a long, long time ago.

My name is Elizabeth, and I was murdered by a conspiracy on the first day of winter. My father was in the market at the time, and the moment I died, he was buying ribbon bows for me to tie my hair. Soon this bow will be tied to my cold corpse.

My father knew the man who killed me, a middle-aged man, and a neighbor with whom he had discussed trading and religious issues. As a believer in the religion of the Absolute Order, my father was very kind to all those who would listen to his preaching. The neighbor looked at me the same way most people would look at a teenage girl, but until that day, he had never spoken to me.

"Hello Elizabeth. ”

I was amazed that he knew my name. I was trying to pull up the last vegetable before the frost fell. I stood up and subconsciously straightened the old clothes I was wearing. Out of some instinctive fear, I didn't respond to him.

"Do you know anything about cats?" he asked.

"I have a kitten, but she disappeared a few weeks ago. I thought about it and finally answered his question.

"Is it a white cat?"

"Well, you found her?" I asked quickly.

I was an only child, and my mother had tragically passed away when she gave birth to me, so my kitten, Abagel, became my secret keeper and my best playmate for as long as I can remember. I looked for her for a long time, but I had almost given up hope.

"It's more like she found me and she ran to my basement. She and her cats occupy a corner. He affirmed.

"Cats, cats?" I heard something special about his words, and I felt my breathing rush and my heart beat hard.

He smiled back at me. His hand had been on his dagger, as most of the men in the city were, but now his hand was off it.

"Would you be interested in seeing them? You'd better help me get them back to your house. I'm afraid they won't survive the cold wind tonight. ”

I didn't think much of it, the longing for Abagar and her children had already completely occupied all my thoughts. Following him to his house, we walked through my garden, through the open space between the two houses. I was so excited at the time that I didn't notice why we weren't on the big road.

We came to a vacant lot behind his house, which was also the entrance to the basement. He removed the lock and opened the door. That's when I had the first feeling that something wasn't quite right. If it was just me at this time, I wouldn't go down, but I had told him I would go in, and I didn't want to be seen as a timid girl, so I went down the wooden steps anyway. He followed me and closed the door.

This crypt was an altar dedicated to Agareth, decorated with blood and broken weapons. Later I heard that it was some evil god from the hell of Highbrem. He attacked me when I first saw this. He was about to sacrifice me to the altar, but before that he did even more cruel things to me.

I wandered in gloom. I saw my father looking for me everywhere, and a few days later my body was found in the woods outside the village, covered in wounds and sacrificial symbols. My killer came to my house in a pretense of pretense to express his deep condolences on behalf of his neighbors for my death, and pretended to be very surprised and disturbed.

My anger is beyond words, but no one can hear me cursing and crying. I saw my father walking around, crying but trying to endure his grief in front of his neighbors. He blamed himself deeply, guilty for why he didn't stay with me when I needed help the most.

That's when I suddenly understood something. Abagail trotted along the wall and meowed in her usual call to remind me that I had forgotten to feed her. I ran over and picked her up, and she put her head on my neck and dozed.

When I let her go, she started walking forward, looking back from time to time to see if I was keeping up. I followed her, leaving the sad city and passing through forests, farmland, and mountains. I didn't feel tired or hungry at all, I could only see a vague world, as if it were separated by a veil. We avoided some dark places, and I sometimes heard anger or sighs coming from those darkness.

We walked until we walked into a huge city. We walked through it and came to a palace decorated with yellow and black. We arrived at the room where the throne was, and in that moment, the veil in front of my eyes was completely gone. A man with bright wings with ivory skin sits on a throne and listens to the arguments of the two merchants below. The man looked tired, and I suddenly remembered that he was the greatest angel ever, and now he had to carry the burdens of mortals and time.

I once heard the story of an angel who turned into a human, the story of Cassirer, the archangel who betrayed the gods. He claimed that all religions were merely the creation of slaves, and he condemned the gods for creating the creatures of the world and harming them with impunity, so he was reluctant to follow these beliefs. But what I heard, felt, and experienced...... I can't accept his theory. There is an enemy in this world, and there is a religion that should be defeated. I approached his throne in the dazzling light, and I knew that only he could see me.

"Cassirer, the believers of the Ashes of Chaos have killed me. What can you do, help the people of the Order of Faith to crusade against them, you can help them, and wipe out those evil people once and for all!"

He looked at me, and I saw a deep sadness in his eyes. Just like when my father sat on the edge of my bed and cried. The arguing merchant fell silent, as if knowing that Cassirer's attention had shifted elsewhere.

"Open your eyes. ”

He said to me both a plea and a command. I tried to do what he said, and everything but Cassirer began to get distant. I could see Abagelal at my feet, and the rest were gray clouds, going in and out of each other. I looked at the clouds and saw the shapes, the shapes, and even their faces. Then I saw the soul buried in it. Men and women, orcs and elves, old people and children, are all buried in the gray world.

The soul of a man tells me that he was put to death by the Inquisitor of the Absolute Order simply because of one of his white lies;

A dwarven child starved to death because he could not afford to buy food, and charity was not encouraged in the teachings of the god of the earth;

An elf who had cut down dead wood to repair his house was killed by the believers simply because it was a withered sacred tree;

Wars between faiths, leaving tens of thousands of lives to their deaths, when they simply do not want to, for religions and gods they simply do not believe in.

Then I returned to Cassirer, who was sitting alone on the roof of the palace, staring into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Are we destined to be part of this mutually exclusive world? I now know that these gods are flawed, but they hold the only way to heaven, and if we don't believe them, how are we going to get into heaven?"

Cassirer smiled at me. He said to me:

"There is no heaven in this world, my child. There is only one hell in this world, and we live in it. ”

"With love in your heart, this world is a beautiful paradise. Without love, the world is a desolate hell. ”

I couldn't understand it at all, and I looked at him blankly.

"The place where God dwells is not heaven, the real heaven is among us, close to everyone, but incomparably far away. But I believe that one day the gates of the heavenly realm will open again, and we will re-enter that perfect world. But until that day comes, we should cherish what we have. ”

From that day on, I stayed at the foot of his throne, teasing Abagar, and became less and less concerned about the mundane things of the world. Until one day, I heard a familiar voice ringing in front of the throne, it was my father's voice. It had only been two or three years since I was killed, but he had aged like an old man, with white hair and a face full of vicissitudes.

"Lord Cassirer, I have come here from the Banorian Federation, and I have turned my back on my inhabitants and gods. Religion used to be so important to me that I served it wholeheartedly, but when disaster struck, it did nothing: empty words and blamed me for my mistakes. So I came to your residence. My daughter was murdered three years ago, just as an innocent and ignorant child, but sacrificed to some utterly evil ritual by the evil Ashes of Chaos cultists. Because of the horrible circumstances of her death, the priests told me that they could not bury her in the cemetery, and that they burned her body to prevent evil spirits from entering her young body. ”

His father tried his best to stay calm, but tears were already on his face. He took a deep breath and continued. "Now I'm here with you. He repeated. "I've come to offer my strength, and even though I'm just a humble businessman, I want to join Gregory if you want to. Cassirer looked at him, such requests were not uncommon. But in general, if not from the top of the political hierarchy, they rarely had the opportunity to meet Cassirer himself.

"You'll spend tonight at the palace. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll have a new identity. Forget about the pain of the past and start a new life. Your new name will be Gurrell. Tomorrow morning you will enter the city, find a new job, and establish a new identity and status. But as of tonight you are still the merchant Temur. My servant will take you to your room, provide you with water and food, and rest here tonight. ”

My father thanked him and followed the servant to the room. I followed them and entered the bedroom early. The journey was very tiring, and my father went to bed soon after dinner. I sat in the corner of the room, just like my father did when he was crying by my bedside.

"Elizabeth?"

My father woke up and stared at me.

"Yes, Dad. "I couldn't believe he saw me!

He jumped out of bed, terrified, but simply terrified that it was just his dream and that I would soon leave him. His hand reached for me, but his arm went through my body, and he fell to the floor crying. I knelt down next to him, and he looked at me, trying to remember every detail of my face.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry...... Excuse me...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry."

"Dad, I'm fine. ”

We talked, and I told him about the false paradise and my life in this palace. Even though three years have passed, it seems like just a few days to me. I can barely remember how I died, but I remember playing games and walking with him. I don't want him to remember those unpleasant memories again.

After repeated questioning, I told him about the man who killed me, the neighbor. The father was stunned for a long time, obviously in disbelief. He ...... He's dead. About a year ago, his body seemed to be infected with some kind of terrifying dark voodoo, and the flesh and skin of his body began to fester, piece by piece, and black pus filled his body, and everyone was terrified. This went on for months, but he never died, just moaning in pain, and his palpitating screams could be heard every night. In the end, the priest burned him, saying that he had fallen under some evil spell and could not be saved. ”

We talked until the early morning. As I began to fade from his sight, he begged me to stay, asking me what he could do to keep me with him. I repeated Cassirer's words.

"One day the gates of the heavenly realm will open again, and we will re-enter heaven. But until that day, we should cherish what we have now. ”

He said he loved me and he wanted to see me again. When I completely disappeared from his sight, he left the palace and started a new life in Gregory.

After listening to the little girl's story, Linya felt a lot of emotion in her heart, she wanted to say something to comfort this unfortunate little girl, but she didn't know what to say.

"There is no heaven in this world, there is only a hell, and we live in it...... With love in your heart, this world is a beautiful paradise. Without love, the world is a desolate hell. Linya muttered the words, her mood surging and stirring like a tide.

Is this the wisdom that time has brought to him, an angel of justice from the divine realm.

At that moment, the door opened, and a ray of light came in from behind it. Linya looked up and saw a brilliant rainbow.

It was a pair of colorful wings, emitting a bright colored light, so bright and beautiful that it was impossible to look at it directly.

Walking in was a tall middle-aged man, with a calm face depicting the vicissitudes of time, and a strange look in his eyes.

In fact, he is only a human form now, he does not spread his wings, maybe only Linya and the little girl who became a soul can see his wings.

There is no doubt that he must be the legendary archangel Cassirer. He walked over.

Linya hurriedly greeted her, and was about to open her mouth to introduce herself, when unexpectedly, Cassirer put her left arm on her chest, respectfully knelt down on one knee, and at the same time stretched out her right hand.

It's actually Atlantan-style chivalric etiquette! Linya was almost stunned. What's going on?

Chloe pouted and twisted her face to the side, and Victoria hurriedly motioned for Linya, who was still a little unresponsive, to quickly stretch out her left hand.

Linya nodded and held out her left hand. Cassirer gently took the tip of Linya's left finger and kissed her gently on the ruby ring that Erinka had turned into on her ring finger.

"Welcome, Your Highness. ”