Flames swirled through her body, engulfing half of her body.

Surprisingly, although there was a sensation of stirring, although I could hear the sound of burning grease, there was no pain at all. The flame was a part of her body, and she only felt very comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring.

Xiulin fell asleep in a dream, and the pictures that floated in front of her for a long time were as indifferent as dandelions blown away by the wind. Probably she is about to die, do dying people dream of the past?

There is no point in it anymore.

That past has become very strange...... It's been a strange thing for a long time.

- Great, Prophet.

The memory vaguely shows my father's proud face, my mother's happy smile, and their moving voices when they said goodbye. The sound paused for a moment, then overlapped one after the other, gradually becoming clearer.

The old and kind priest took her by the hand, and she obediently followed in the priest's footsteps. The nine-year-old girl's steps were particularly solemn, and her immature face was full of piety. When she saw her parents, she was as happy as if their wish had finally been granted, and they were genuinely glad that their family had produced a "prophet." But at that time, Xiulin, like her parents, didn't know what the future would become, didn't understand what that step out of the house meant, and was just trapped in a cage called "faith...... It's like an idiot.

In fact, it is not something to be happy about at all, and what you shouldn't have will only become a heavy burden. Xiulin saw her childhood self sitting on a high-backed chair inlaid with rubies in the center of the hall, and her parents, who she once familiarized, led her younger brother to stand at the door. Like all clansmen, bow respectfully. When she saw that she wanted to stand up at that time, the priest next to her immediately cast a stern gaze.

――Great.

The expressions on the parents' faces seemed to repeat the words of the time of separation. No one noticed Xiulin's face, no one noticed the helplessness and loneliness in her eyes. Adults are so stupid, they care what kind of clothes you wear, what kind of house you live in, but they turn a blind eye to the pain in your heart. It was from that time that Xiulin understood, whether it was her parents or relatives. After all, it's someone who is different from her. She is a prophet. is not an ordinary clansman, she should be like this, she can only go on hard.

Haven't thought about change?

Haven't you ever thought about abandoning a qiē and embarking on a different path?

The inner cage is the strongest, because it is believed that this is her destiny. Because of the fear of a future without God's favor. Xiulin locked herself in the prophet's seat. For a long time. How much loneliness, hard work and grievances accumulated to shake the cage. Xiulin began to regret saying the words of reminder to her clansmen, and regretted giving her hand to the kind-faced priest. Regret...... Living in this place that is firmly anchored by her god.

Like a demon's seductive whisper, every night, when a person is quiet, Xiulin's mind will have that crazy thought. As long as there is the consciousness of abandoning a qiē, even the fate set by God can be changed, right? What could be more desperate than continuing to live like this? Not to mention what else really belongs to her in this city?

She wasn't really a prophet! Xiulin finally came to her senses, what belonged to the "prophet" never belonged to her! And the simple home she thought belonged to her was about to be forgotten by her.

Late at night when she mustered up the courage to abscond out of Sand Eagle City, she hesitated at every step, and the feeling of her heart beating wildly still remained in the depths of her memory, because she was in Sand Eagle City at this time and woke up. In the days that followed, she tried to ignore the place, trying to forget the silly experience of Jì, and the result was ......

Is this retribution?

It's raining.

The rain dripped down on her body, penetrating her body, bringing a faint coolness. I didn't expect that she would die in this unlucky city, in order to protect the people she didn't want to remember, as if she had fallen into the palm of fate again. What did she change in the end? That little fool back then still stayed in her heart, and just died...... A little unwilling......

I still want to do something I really want to do as Xiulin Joan......

The sound of the rain became clearer. It's not a dripping rain, it's a lot of annoying. However, is it an illusion? The annoying sound of the rain echoes with a hazy chant. Xiulin couldn't hear clearly, as if it was some kind of ancient Austrian language that she didn't understand.

I don't know how long it took, someone put a cool hand on her forehead.

"Remember who I am?"

Devany Sherling tapped Xiulin's forehead. Xiulin's face was a terrifying blue-black color like a corpse, and the muscles of her face twitched like an electric shock. Devine asked softly, holding a sharp dagger in her right hand against her heart.

Xiulin didn't answer, the twitching of her face suddenly stopped, and now her face was like wearing a metal mask, expressionless.

Although the purification ritual has been completed, Xiulin has been poisoned for too long, the demon snake is also a very simple demon creature, and the "pure spring water" that Devonie carries with her is only such a bottle, she is not sure if Xiulin can recover. Maybe Xiulin is dead, and this body may mutate into a terrifying monster at any time.

If Xiulin's body turns into a monster, it should be difficult to deal with, right? If it really turns out like that, Daphne will definitely stab the magic dagger into her heart at the first time, for Xiulin...... She doesn't want to live as a monster either.

Xiulin opened her eyes slightly, blinking very slowly and slowly, blinking more than a dozen times.

Only a line of pupils was exposed, revealing an ominous red light.

However, Daphne noticed that as she blinked over and over again, the red light grew dimmer and dimmer, and finally her eyes almost turned black again.

"Miss Shelling?" Xiulin tilted her head in Daphne's direction and squirmed her lips. She didn't make any sound.

Devany quietly moved the dagger in her right hand behind her and smiled calmly and gently, "Are you awake?"

"I, I'm still alive......"

Xiulin, who couldn't make a sound, also wanted to smile at her, but she didn't even have the strength to laugh, and she couldn't raise her hand if she wanted to. She could only lie like this in a dirty stain of blood. The rain fell from the sky and was unusually cold.

"Hmm? I can't hear what you're saying. It's okay, no need to talk. Please don't move, you're badly injured, lie down for a while. ”

Devany looked at Xiulin cautiously.

"Ah, by the way, Miss Na'er and your mother have gone out of town, they are safe now, don't worry. Mr. Plante, Mr. Yafel, and Miss Trander may still be there—you see. ”

Daphne pointed to the northern skyrim. In the darkness of the night, red, blue, and white light tore through the sky.

"It's someone from your Wizard Alliance. Daphne laughed.

PS: P.S. It's very easy to get tired these days...... Thank you for your understanding......