In the end, Utrawski did not answer Agnes's question.

He thanked Agnes as if she hadn't asked the question at all, and then took the carpet with a hole in which his sword had been cut, agreeing to visit Agnes after it was repaired or he had bought a new one.

To be honest, Agnes didn't care much about the carpet, and she said that it was just a casual joke that Utrawski had damaged her carpet, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen to leave the study and deal with it.

But Utravsky was clearly concerned about it, probably out of a ...... If you owe someone a favor, you will not be able to repay it for a while.

"Do you need anything...... Utrawski asked Agnes in a gentle voice.

"As a nun, I should not ask for anything for my needs." Agnes whispered with the most bland smile.

"But it's also our duty to pay attention to the needs of our comrades," Agnes paused before adding, "I took a boy who wasn't a follower of the Mother Goddess with me when I left Bodivia, and I entrusted a gentleman to take him to Rune ...... in Baiam."

"My request is that he can ask you for help when he comes across something that can't be solved."

"I think that's what I'm supposed to do," Utrawski's pale blue eyes said with the purest peace, "Mother God taught us to praise the preciousness of life, and we should not refuse the request of a young sprout." ”

Agnes shook her head and smiled, fiddling with the brown paper bag on the coffee table, the obvious grainy texture shining through the thin paper, which Stitch had left before he left, saying that it was a New Year's gift and a thank you for helping him last time.

"These seeds can grow quickly as soon as they come into contact with water and soil, reproduce on their own, quagmire the soil in which they take root, and restrain any creature that attacks you, well, yes, they are judged by your aggression," Stitch smiled with an embarrassed smile as he handed the brown paper packet containing the seeds to Agnes, "Rest assured, they are extremely resistant to cold temperatures and droughts, and should be able to adapt to the climate of the Southern Continent......"

"That's it...... I haven't solved the problem of weak resistance to flames......" Stitch said with even more embarrassment.

A serious plant with extraordinary power cultivated, Agnes subconsciously appeared in her mind at that time, as a product of human refining, Stitch did not seem to be a failure only from the perspective of creative ability.

She put away the brown paper bag and looked at Lani, who was looking at her with complicated eyes, she looked down at herself, couldn't help but tug at her torn sleeve, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"You are a nun from the Church of Mother Earth God." Lani whispered.

"Yes, it does." Agnes smiled and nodded.

"You don't actually believe in Mother Earth."

"That's true."

"And what do you believe?" Lani looked at Agnes steadily, and suddenly asked.

Annnes heard Lani's question and was silent for a long time before she spoke, "Those who struggle with everything they yearn for......"

She paused for a long time before continuing, "Someone will remember everything about them. ”

Lani didn't speak, just subconsciously raised her hand and clasped it in the center of her abdomen.

The room was quiet for a long time, and she suddenly said, "I want to say something to you when the bell rings in the evening." ”

"Okay," Agnes smiled subconsciously, "I'm looking forward to the New Year's bells." ”

She stood up as usual and walked upstairs to her bedroom.

She leaned against the closed door and looked up at the full-length mirror in the corner as the lock popped out.

Dark red and purple patches on the unusually pale skin were revealed and gradually festered and pus and blood flowed, blood-red silk threads gradually covered the eyeballs staring at everything outside the mirror, and the black-red liquid slowly overflowed from the corners of the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

"What I want to say...... Not this one. Agnes ignored the terrifying form of the man in the mirror, and said with some confusion.

"No, it's true, but it's not just that." She whispered, her bloodshot eyes fixed in the mirror.

Hye-jin's figure was sketched out little by little beside the person in the mirror, and Agnes said slowly, "I don't just want this. ”

Hye-jin looked at Agnes calmly, and the voice that sounded in Agneth's ears was unwavering.

"Catastrophe of the Heart......," she said quietly, "and what do you want?" ”

"I want to ......," Agnes' voice paused, "I want to be able to struggle with everything I aspire to, to have the strength to struggle." ”

Hye-jin's gaze at the festering marks that were fading away gradually took on a little complexity.

......

"Say, wouldn't it be better for me to wait until tomorrow morning to deliver this letter?" Rhaenys looked at the figure of the little nightingale that appeared with the ripples in the air, and couldn't help but say, "With her New Year's gift." ”

When the little nightingale heard Rhaenys's words, she stopped taking the letter and tilted her head, but did not make a sound.

"When I first received Agnes's letter, I wanted to write a reply immediately and let you send it over, but there were so many things I wanted to say," Rhaenys said almost to herself, "and then I thought about it, there are some things that can be said slowly letter by letter, after all, you are here." ”

"She asked me to sort out the things that the pregnant people need to pay attention to, they must be facing such a thing, otherwise they wouldn't have asked me for help, after all, she is going to preach the kindness of the mother goddess, and pregnant women are the most ......"

Before Rhaenys could finish her almost babbling words, circles of ripples suddenly spread out around the body of the little nightingale in front of her again.

"Madame needs me now."

A crisp voice with a hint of anxiety echoed through the room.

Rhaenys stopped her words and frowned slightly as she watched the vanishing ripples.

......

"For all desires, the beginning is often confused, and the end is often self-destructive," Hye-jin looked at Agnes who raised her hand to wipe the black-red liquid flowing down the curve of her face, and said in a calm voice, "In the middle, the worms of life are bound by desire and dance and sway, either forgetful and ecstatic, or bitter and resentful....."

"So, what do you want to say?" Agnes asked, looking at Hye-jin's slightly slender dark brown eyes in the mirror with her bloodshot eyes.

"You should understand the meaning of having such desires in such a world." The complexity in Hui Zhen's voice is almost completely impossible to hide.

"I'm ......," Agnes began, but stopped abruptly, her gaze moving to the diffusing ripples to one side.

"Nightingale?"