Doya had only seen the temple priest once when she was first brought back to the temple.

At that time, the priests of the temple stood beside the priests, neither humble nor arrogant, not frightened, and had a calm that other children did not have.

Moments after the priest left, she had the audacity to speak to her.

"Hello, I'm Doya."

The little girl's gaze fell on her, and she nodded faintly, but did not answer.

Doya didn't feel that she was left out, but continued to ask her as if encouraged, "What's your name?" ”

"Name?"

She finally spoke, her immature and youthful voice silent for a few seconds, and then gave an answer: "Fog." ”

"Fog? It's so nice. ”

Doya shook her head and asked her with great interest, "Why did you choose this name for yourself?" ”

The people who can be brought back to the temple are fatherless and motherless, and naturally they will not have names. They were called rootless people, and when they were brought back, their roots fell into the temple.

The temple priest was silent for a little longer this time.

"I don't know."

She shook her head, "I saw fog on the way up the mountain. ”

The early morning fog haze, hazy and diffused between the mountains and forests, blurred the solemn and tall temple, but she stretched out her hand, but she could not catch it.

The priest who brought her up told her that the fog itself was ethereal and ungraspable.

Duoya nodded as if she didn't understand: "So that's the case." ”

No sooner had they finished their exchange than the temple priest had taken her away, and Doya had not seen her again.

Because she had a special priest training, she was not in the same place as them, only this time, the temple priest came to the school where they were teaching, and stayed quietly in the corner.

Even though they hadn't seen each other in months, Doya recognized her at a glance.

The lost country is 301 years.

Ever since that time she had infiltrated the temple priest's dormitory, Doya would come to her in the middle of the night on every day the temple let them out.

"We're out for a lantern feast today! The lights in the national capital are so beautiful, all sorts! ”

Doya said, but her tone lowered: "But those lights can't float to the temple, otherwise the fog can be seen." ”

The temple priest comforted her, "It's okay. ”

was so relieved by her, Doya cheered up again and continued to share with her: "I also ate sugar cakes today!" Sweet! The skin is very thin! ”

She racked her brains to describe the words she knew to the temple priests.

The year of the loss of the country is 302 years.

As soon as Doya entered, she collapsed beside the temple priest and stuck out her tongue and said, "Mist! Today the priest took us to observe the sacrifice! The altar was so big that we were tired from running around, but luckily you didn't! ”

The cumbersome and cumbersome robes, there were rules for every move, and even a few steps were specially said, and they carefully followed behind the priest, not daring to glance at them.

After finishing speaking, Doya suddenly remembered that after the fog really succeeded, these sacrificial ceremonies would be presided over by her personally.

At that point, the rules that fall on her will only become more onerous and harsher.

I'm starting to feel sorry for you."

It turns out that the priests of the temple are not so easy to be!

The temple priest smiled.

The year of the loss of the country is 303 years.

"Fog! Do you know what I heard today? Today, the king has eight sons and five daughters! That's a lot of thirteen people! ”

Doya expressed her shock with pompous body language.

The priest of the temple laughed and did not comment on this sentence, but only reminded her: "Doya, do not talk about the lord of the country. ”

I got it! I only whisper in front of you. ”

Doya grinned and stuck out her tongue.

The temple priest's eyebrows were helpless and forgiving.

From the age of five to nine, Doya witnessed the growth of the priests of the temple.

The temple priests were more tedious and strict to learn than they did, and her every move was treated as exemplary, so she needed to be extremely cautious.

She had witnessed her small body wearing a crown jewelry weighing more than ten pounds to practice her manners in order not to fall into the majesty of the temple priests.

She also witnessed her wielding a long sword that was almost over her height, wielding it again and again in the courtyard.

Doya was worried many times about whether she could hold on, and even asked her why she was working so hard.

The priest of the temple raised his eyes, and his gaze fell on her: "Why can't you insist?" I am a priest of the Temple. ”

The phrase, 'I am the priest of the Temple,' represents the weight she has to bear.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

She understood this when the priestly crown first appeared on top of her head.

Her perceptive eye can peek into the past as well as into the future.

Under the stars of the night, she looked at the palace of fate from a distance, and saw at a glance her river of fate that was not forked and flowed with her pen.

This is the only fate that belongs to her.

At this time, Doya still didn't quite understand.

However, she still solemnly promised: "If the foggy queen becomes a priest of the temple, then I will be your divine servant!" ”

The temple priest smiled softly, "Okay. ”

Soon this promise was fulfilled.

304 years of the lost country.

At the age of nine, he was officially succeeded by the priest of the temple.

The succession ceremony was very solemn, and the preparatory stage alone lasted three months.

All the princes and ministers were present, witnessing that although there was still a trace of immaturity on their faces, the priests of the temple who had already been generous and noble walked to the highest position of the temple step by step.

Amid the voices of worship and admiration of thousands of people, the noble and solemn priestly crown fell on top of her head.

From then on, she became the priest of the temple above the ten thousand people.

Temple priests can have personal attendants.

She rightfully chose Doya.

Among the candidates, Doya, who was named, raised her head excitedly and joyfully, restrained her trembling body, and she walked out of the team.

But when the priests behind the priest of the temple saw her, they couldn't help frowning.

They recognized the candidate, who was too lively compared to the temple's solemn and calm environment.

Can such a candidate really serve a good priest?

"Lord Priest."

Instead of paying attention to Doya, they leaned down and called the temple priest.

The temple priest looked back indifferently, and with a single glance she knew what they were thinking.

"Your Excellencies, are you ignoring my decision?"

Several priests lowered their heads in panic for a moment.

She was only nine years old, and she had just succeeded as the priest of the temple, but she already had the ability to convince the gods in the temple.

Doya, who was still excited, saw this scene and vaguely sensed something, and immediately looked at the priest of the temple uneasily.

The silent confrontation between the priests of the temple and the priests, under the eyes of the insightful eyes that implied a sense of oppression, the priests finally did not dare to disobey her.

So Doya got her wish and became the personal attendant of the priests of the temple.