Heidi suddenly sneezed solidly, startling the young monk who was taking notes on the other side.

"Are you alright?" The young monk looked at the psychiatrist in front of him with some concern, "Is it unwell? There is a feeling of unusual...

"I'm fine—maybe it's just a cool breeze blowing in the square just now, plus I was anxious and nervous before, and now I'm cold," kombu waved her hand and rubbed her nose before she could finish speaking, "Where are we?"

"Speaking of seeing two realities at the same time in a state that is akin to a state of 'soul detachment, superimposed on the city-state, and the arrival of the Lost Country has caused the stripping and annihilation of one of these realities," the young monk glanced at the information he had just written, and flipped through the previous content, "You also mentioned that you have a crystal pendant, and you realize that the crystal pendant may be the key."

"The pendant is broken," Heidi said with a thought and nodded, "The pendant was obtained by my father from an antique shop, but I suspect neither my father nor the store manager knew anything special about the pendant - it was just a giveaway, or even ...... Carrying the label of a glass workshop.

"In other words, an object of extraordinary power, but concealing its true form—by coincidence it entered the lower town and reached you," said the young monk, looking down to record it, "could you please tell us about the antique shop and some of the details of the pendant?" This may help us to grasp the truth in the aftermath of the aftermath, after all, transcendent objects often have the ability to pull fate, and its encounter with you may not be accidental."

"Of course it's no problem," Haimu nodded immediately, saying what she knew, and after saying the general situation, she hesitated again, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Everyone...... Are they all back?"

"From what we know so far...... Yes," the young monk nodded, "although almost everyone remembers the city-state being burned to the ground, everything is now back to the state it was before the catastrophe - the current interpretation of this by the archbishop and the inquisitor is 'a historical pollution disaster of the level of a realistic invasion, but the details are yet to be revealed.'"

Speaking of which, he paused, and then added, "But your situation is the most peculiar – almost everyone doesn't remember how the disaster ended, and you've seen the critical process, so your testimony is crucial."

"I understand," Heidi sighed softly, and then as if something suddenly came to mind, "Wouldn't it be better for me to tell my family that I'm safe first?" I won't be able to go back for a while.........

"We've already sent someone," the young monk smiled, "you don't have to worry."

"Already notified? That's good," Heidi thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "Let's go ahead then, what else do we need to ask?"

"Okay, next question, do you remember the specific details of the ghost ship that surfaced in the two historical trajectories, and did you recall those details in a trance, auditory hallucinations?"

Vanna came to the Great Sanctuary.

This empty and sacred place was eerily quiet at the moment, and apart from the necessary guards at the entrance, the only person in the hall was Bishop Valentine, who stood silently in front of the icon.

The sound of Vanna's footsteps shattered the tranquility of the Great Chapel.

Valentine turned his head, he had now removed the fine clothes and crowns that he only wore on special occasions, but he was wearing a simple robe and a soft hat, and he looked no different from an ordinary old man except for the staff in his hand that represented the bishop of the city-state.

Vanna came to Valentine with a calm expression, "Order has been restored in the church area, the various Weicheng troops are heading to the garrison in order to rectify the order of the city-state, and the high-ranking priests have gone to the main factories to pacify the steam core, at least before nightfall we can ensure that the 'twilight bell' rings as usual, and the gas supply throughout the city will not be interrupted."

The old bishop breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Fanna,"

"Yes," Vana said calmly, "the mental and cognitive confusion that remains after the pollution has subsided, and it is difficult for untrained ordinary people to wake up from the previous disaster all at once, and now even the town hall is in chaos

For the time being, 'professionals, take over order.'"

Valentin nodded, and then reminded: "In addition to ensuring the supply of gas at night, we must also send additional night guards from various urban districts, bring enough lanterns and incense, and beware of anything 'running' in the night...... We have just experienced an invasion of reality, and the foundations of reality in which Plant finds himself are at their most vulnerable. In addition, all the night shelters in the city will be inspected one by one, and there may still be overly nervous citizens who have locked themselves inside...... Once the holy oil in the shelter is depleted, the panicked evacuees will become a big problem."

Fan Na nodded: "I understand, I will go to Anluo later, and I will personally lead the team to inspect the key areas in the evening."

「…… Just leave it to your deputy," Valentine looked at the young inquisitor in front of him with some concern, "Go and rest after you're done with the matter at hand, you're still injured."

"Your injuries have largely healed since you returned to the cathedral," Vana said immediately, glancing up and down at the old man in front of her, "Your previous injuries were more serious than mine......

"Can it be the same?" Wan Lunding grimaced, "I've recovered from the pollution of history, but you've really killed the entire city-state twice inside and outside the grass!" I can see how weak you are at the moment.

Vanna didn't say anything, just silently turned around, raised her head, and quietly gazed at the icon of the storm goddess Grimona, in the glow of candles and gas lamps.

There was a brief silence in the Great Sanctuary until Valentine broke the dead silence: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering how to write the second half of this report," Vana sighed, "and how are we going to explain to the Pope how it all ended when she wants to know about the Pope's disaster?"

The expression on Valentine's face was also a little exciting all of a sudden.

"In a sense...... Well, it doesn't have to be 'in some sense,' the old bishop sighed for a long time, just like Vanna, the fact that the arrival of the Lost Ship had extinguished the historical contamination brought by the Last Missionary and prevented the Black Sun from being born on earth, and although we don't know what the ghost captain was doing all this for, there was no doubt about ......it."

The old bishop paused, and after nearly half a minute of silence, he had to speak in a deep voice: "Prand survived the arrival of the Lost Country."

"Perhaps, he's here for the 'Sun Fragments,'" Vana had a lot on her mind, but she didn't say it all, "Do you remember the 'White Oak,'" The ship confronted the Lost Land, and eventually escaped with all of it, with only Anomaly 099 being hijacked - perhaps, "Captain Duncan, the purpose is simpler than anyone thinks,"

"Snatching a fragment of the sun and robbing an anomaly is not the same thing," Valentine shook his head, "but you're right, it's really the only explanation we can think of at the moment, and if His Holiness needs an answer, it's the only answer we can give...... All that's left is to report everything that happened here truthfully and see what conclusions the priests of the Storm Cathedral can discuss."

With a slight blush, Vanna turned her head again, her gaze resting on the goddess's icon again.

"Your mind is still very unsettled," Valentine could certainly sense that Vanna's state was not quite right, "Vanna, we have discussed the city-state and the church, what else is shaking your will?"

"I...... It's all right."

"We've known each other for years," Valentine shook his head, "Although you are on the same level as me in terms of priesthood, you have always regarded me as a trustworthy Changfei in getting along with each other - I can see that you have been in a bit of a bad state since you came back, what happened?"

Vanna was silent for a moment, looking up at the veiled goddess, and after a while, she lowered her gaze to look at her own body. Dante Wayne's words still echoed in her ears.

In the fire eleven years ago, in the "fire source" that the missionaries used to open the pollution of history,

own uncle...... In fact, he couldn't save himself.

That fire was the beginning of the pollution of history, the dividing line between "canonical history" and "pseudo-history", and died that night

People actually died, and after that fire, the destruction and survival of Poland split into two diametrically opposed "world lines".

In other words, she was the one who died on the night of the fire...... It shouldn't have survived.

It was the "blessing of subspace" that allowed him to live to this day.

The leprosy cry of the last preacher at the top of the bell tower is still in my ears—

"You have come back from the dead, and you will come back from the dead......

She has come back from the dead.

but did not live and die.

The appearance of the Lost Country interrupted all this.

Now, she still stands here, breathing the earthly air and enjoying the warmth of the living.

Even the Goddess of the Storm was still blessing herself, using the power of the sea breeze to heal all the wounds she had suffered from the previous battle, which even caused Vana to have a confusion related to the goddess for the first time in her life-

Storm Goddess ...... Do you not care about the fact that you have survived because of the "blessing of subspace"?

And this confusion continued to expand, and what could be thought of made Vana shudder a little, if, according to the last preacher and Captain Duncan, the entire city-state of Plain at this moment had actually been impregnated by the flames of the Lost Country, and everyone in this city-state, and even the land itself, had become a "blasphemous heretic".

However....the blessings in the cathedral were still there, and every priest of the deep sea in Praand was still answered to the goddess's prayers as before, and for the first time in her life, Vanna had doubts about her long-standing beliefs.