The Mass was over, the faithful had left one by one, and the nuns began to busily tidy up the hall.

Bishop Flora stood in front of the statue of the goddess, bowing his head and closing his eyes in prayer.

At some point, the church door opened, and a cold wind broke in.

Flora opened her eyes, drew a crescent moon on her chest, and walked straight out of the church.

The gray moon hung lonely in the sky, the dark ink mixed the sky and the earth, and the poor light led the way under his feet.

There was not a sound around, more peaceful than the silent night, as if there were no living creatures, not even wind.

This road is so long, and so short, that time becomes chaotic when you walk on it, whether it is fleeting or a hundred years old, long or short is just a concept.

The twisted and hideous roots emerged from the ground, stretching to this day, and the path that shuttled through the countless rhizomes became strange, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes still and sometimes moving, and it came to life. Perhaps, it has always had life, but it has never been deliberately manifested.

The man in the black robe stood in the middle of the road, and the road at his feet was the end of the journey.

Flora saluted respectfully, "Your Excellency. ”

"In a month's time, the Duchy of Bayer will ask the kingdom for help, and the Red Rose has summoned the Abyss Monster." The man had a red apple in his hand.

In this space dominated by black, a touch of red is so eye-catching.

"None of the people in the three towns of Bligh, Kumara, and Kurol survived, and the Grand Knight of the Duchy 'Cage' died, and the 'Red Flame Knights' were injured more than half." The man spoke plainly, as if the loss of these lives was just a string of numbers.

Flora's body trembled, her soft face tensed, and her slender hands clenched into fists at some point.

In the silence, a slender root rose from the ground and lifted the apple lightly.

"Flora, do you know why the dawn is so bright?"

"Because of the long night." Flora replied.

"The goddess is the embodiment of wisdom, her will is the direction of you and me, practicing the will of the goddess is not just talking, the suffering and bitterness are not ordinary people can bear." The man raised his hand, and saw that the wind and clouds were changing between heaven and earth, and the dark night that shrouded heaven and earth was like water being stirred, and the two of them were already in the center of the whirlpool without sound.

"Two months later, you accompanied the Kingdom Army to conquer the Red Rose, and after this battle, you were promoted to archbishop." After speaking, a black robe gradually turned red, a black scepter appeared in his right hand, a black gem was inlaid on the top, a luxurious crown appeared on the top of his head, and two streamers were automatic without wind.

"Fulfill the will of the goddess! Follow your teachings! Flora saluted respectfully.

In the darkness, Flora was alone, holding the tender apple carved with a prayerful two-winged angel in her hand.

A crisp voice sounded suddenly.

Flora opened her eyes.

The sound came from behind, and it turned out to be the glass of the dome shattering, and a beam of white light struck down.

Flora followed the light and moved inside.

The light illuminates the book of the Goddess, and the shadow hides the sword of the Goddess, who is the mother of wisdom and kindness, the beacon of hope for the lost in the darkness, and the judge of punishment and guilt.

At this time, a nun came to her, and when she saw the debris on the ground, she found tools to clean it up.

"I'll do it." Flora whispered.

"Yes, Lord Bishop"

The nun put down her tools and left.

Flora cleaned up the fragments, and when she saw a line on one of them, she was puzzled, so she picked it up and examined it carefully.

It was a very small line of letters, which should have been engraved in advance when the glass was placed.

"Merciful Goddess, bless your poor children and let them grow up carefree from misery, your devout devotee - Kelly Moretti".

The splinters cut through her palm, the red blood lost the words, and Flora suddenly remembered that the nun was also an orphan...

……

Under the tree in the backyard of the orphanage, Liam sat on a bench, hunched over, his hands crossed to his knees, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

This ethereal state has been going on for some time.

The little mouse crept down the tree, and its clumsy appearance was very funny.

Climbing a tree is a very difficult challenge for the little mouse, it is very rare to be able to get down the tree gracefully, and every time it falls halfway, although it does not die, the posture is not very good after all.

And this time, the goddess of fate still didn't favor it.

The hind paws didn't stop, and he somersaulted in the air and fell.

With its head turned in a circle and its body facing upwards, it flicked its limbs wildly, and it took a lot of effort to turn over.

The little mouse came to Liam's feet and climbed up his trouser leg.

At this time, Liam also came to his senses, picked up the other party, and put him on the bench.

"Happy, have you ever looked up at the sky?" Liam asked.

The little mouse tilted his head, indicating that he didn't understand.

Liam leaned back, "Ordinary people, in front of people with powerful and extraordinary abilities, are just pawns that come and go when they are called. ”

Speaking of this, Liam suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm so stupid, I'm talking as if I can decide my own fate... I'm not the same, I don't even have the qualifications to touch the chessboard, a pawn at the mercy of others. ”

Just today, a powerful and mysterious being has rewritten everything about Liam's bewitchment by the cult, and Jack has become a scapegoat.

This sense of powerlessness and the humiliation of being manipulated at will, the two emotions are mixed together, and the fear of the unknown exists.

However, deep in my heart, there is an unspeakable bottom line, this stubbornness that does not succumb to fate, like an ant looking up at the sky.

The haze of death has not dissipated, it is the sword of Damox hanging over his head, and he may cut off his head at any moment.

Liam doesn't know the identity of the other party, the strength of the other party, and the purpose of the other party. The only thing I know is that I have become a pawn, is I fighting to break the bloodstream? Or bow your head and accept your fate to be slaughtered?

Perhaps the resistance he tried his best to resist was nothing more than a farce, a note of discord when the other party plucked the thread of fate.

Elephant trampling on anthill is a catastrophe for ants, and for elephants it is just a casual toe.

Taking a deep breath, Liam's eyes lit up like never before.

"The Necronomicon is what I relied on to become a chess player from a chess piece, and even if there is a glimmer of life, I should not give up." Liam doesn't want to be toyed with and manipulated, and if he wants to leave this world, he must be in control of his own destiny.

The Necronomicon holds an infinite amount of knowledge, and perhaps there is a way back to Earth.

A drowning person, even if it is a straw, must hold on firmly.

In the darkness, a beam of light is enough to drive people crazy, because the name of that light is hope.

The little mouse didn't know the other party's inner activities, but felt that the owner in front of him seemed to have become different, and he couldn't say what the difference was.

"The afternoon sun is always refreshing, especially for patients."

Perhaps thinking too much, Liam didn't even notice that someone had come to his side.

"Hi Jiao Li, I... I'm cured..."

"Shh Jiao Li suddenly put her index finger on each other's lips, and the distance between the two was so close that she could even smell each other's breath.

Liam's cheeks flushed.

"Listen... What to listen to? ”

"Do you hear that, someone is singing?"

"Ah???h

"Listen carefully."

Liam was so engrossed that he still couldn't hear the song.

"Nope."

"I hear, she's here." Jiao Li put her hand on her chest and slowly took out a small cake from her back. "Happy birthday."

Liam was stunned in place, the muscles on his face lost the ability to control their expressions, but he didn't expect that today was actually "his own" birthday...

Jiao Li leaned over, placed the cake in her hand on the bench between the two, and leaned over to kiss each other's cheeks.

The necklace hidden in the twin peaks slipped out of it, and it was a delicate silver skull butterfly.

"It's a gift for you..."

Her pretty white cheeks were flushed, her magnificent blue eyes were rippling, and the warm sunlight shone brightly on her long golden hair, she closed her eyes and waited for her lover's response, her bright red lips tightly closed.

Liam's mouth was dry, the picture was so beautiful, he raised his hand and wanted to embrace the girl opposite him.

A cold touch came from the back of his other hand, and he came to his senses.

The little skeleton emerged from the rat's skin, staring at Liam in a daze, its small bony palm pressed against the back of his hand.

Liam understood what the other party meant, and at the same time, he no longer hesitated in his heart.

"Jiao Li, thank you, if you don't say it, I will forget my birthday." Liam picked up the cake and took a bite, "It smells so good." ”

Jiao Li opened her eyes and forcibly concealed the regret in her heart, "Thanks to Ms. Kelly's help, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to make a cake." ”

"Well, when Ms. Carey returns, I will definitely thank her." Liam said with a smile, inadvertently swept the necklace on the other party's chest, and wondered in his heart, this chain is very delicate, but the implication is not suitable for women to wear.... Of course, these words can't be said casually, after all, everyone's preferences are different.

"yes... Thank you, Ms. Kelly," Jiao Li muttered, smiling abruptly.