The "girl" with the body of a child took the hand of the goddess of the night and walked down the quiet corridor.

His silver hair, whose shell was almost dragged to the ground, was tied in a laurel-colored headband, and his body was tightly wrapped in a black robe embellished with stars, and the goddess of the night had to hold the "girl" even tighter because his steps were so stiff.

The silver-haired young man, with his eyes closed and dressed in a plain grey and white linen robe, looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and stood respectfully by the brown-red wooden door with the cross inscribed with it.

It was only after the two of them approached that the young man's long silver eyelashes began to tremble slightly, but he still suppressed his desire to open his eyes, remembering the Lord's instructions, and did not look at the light casually.

He was constantly reciting the Lord's canon in his heart, and prayer was the best way for him to meditate, and he rarely had such a restless moment.

When the two of them walked to the door, the young man nodded slightly, took a deep breath and retreated to the side: "The Lord has been waiting for a long time. ”

After saying this, he pursed his lips quietly and continued to recall the Lord's teachings in his heart, even forgetting to open the door for his two special guests.

A faint smile appeared under the veil of the goddess of the night, and the "girl" turned her head in the direction of the silver-haired boy, and he subconsciously raised a hand, as if to touch something, and a stream of light swirled between the "girl's" fingers.

The wooden door suddenly opened on its own, allowing the invited guests to enter.

The change in the airflow made the "girl" stunned, and the perception of another more powerful being made him subconsciously withdraw the palm stretched out towards the boy.

After the goddess of the night walked in with the "girl", the boy remembered his task, quickly closed the door again, and hung his head again to guard the door.

He didn't know exactly what had just happened, but his mind was in a brief trance for a moment.

The boy took another deep breath and focused on reciting the holy scriptures and praying, trying to forget the uneasiness of the feeling.

Inside the door, there is a circular prayer hall that is not very wide.

The Night Goddess lifted her palm, and the hidden darkness spread out from around her, lingering in the room.

A diamond-shaped brick path is laid in the middle of the ground, and on the left and right sides are honeycomb tiles, with three rows of rough stone benches set up, and at the foreground is a golden cross.

The man standing in front of the cross had black hair that was not long, but it was a pale yellow blonde at the base, and he was wearing a pure black clergyman's robe, and he was humming a folk tune in a language from his homeland.

Although the goddess of the night knew that language, she had not learned it and could not understand it, so she just led the "girl" slowly behind the man.

A slight buzzing sound emanated from the translucent face of the "girl": "In the end, life is gone......"

The humming stopped abruptly, and the man standing at the front of the church turned around, his deep contour with a soothing and friendly smile, and the golden light flowed in his eyes.

His hand on the silver cross on his chest was removed, and he put his hand behind his back, looking at the "girl" with a gentle look in his eyes.

The "girl" shrank for a moment, feeling the warm palm trembling in her hand, and the goddess of the night tilted her head: "If you don't want to, you can tell me." ”

The "girl" was silent for a long time, not speaking, but the light in his skull kept flickering, speeding up the rotation.

The man dressed as a priest cleared his throat: "Maybe I scared her?" ”

The eyes under the veil of night fell on the "girl", watching the light return to normal: "He is observing fate, but ......"

The "girl" let go of the hand of the goddess of the night, took two steps forward with stiff steps, and the words mixed with a buzzing sound sounded: "Your perception in me is very terrifying, but it is also very attractive to me. ”

The man dressed as a priest leaned down and looked carefully at the face shrouded by the shell of the "girl": "Sound waves through resonance? Without external vocal organs and conventional perception, what about the way vision and hearing are received, completely blind? It can't be completely deaf, you even heard the song I just hummed, you understand the language? ”

The goddess of the night sighed in her heart, but she didn't say anything, if "Esther" was going to have a long-term contact with the sun god in the future, it would be better to leave the communication between them at this time.

The girl's head tilted back, but she resisted the instinct to distance herself from the priest. In his perception, a blazing cloud of sunlight drew nearer and closer, almost burning his outer shell, and within it flowed a colorful sea of chaos—the shadow of the Astral Lord.

The priest raised his hand and gestured in the air to the point of light in the girl's head: "The source of this light is also extraordinary power, but not extraordinary characteristics, but ......"

The sea of chaos was reflected in his golden eyes, but it quickly dissipated, and his expression looked full of anticipation: "I see, it would be more convenient if there was a control group, and I guess you can also give a different perspective of understanding...... Probably not now, I have to gather authority as soon as possible to better control this power, and I will need your help in the future. ”

The Goddess of the Night cleared her throat: "Yes, in the future, you will have a lot of time." ”

"I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to hide such a ......"

After hesitating, the priest still felt that it was not appropriate to call him "girl", and did not use a more utilitarian word to describe the relationship between the two: "such a friend." ”

The goddess of the night was not dissatisfied with his words, but looked at the "girl": "He told me that He had no name, so I used to call him a ...... 'Esther'. ”

"If He's going to stay with me, I'm afraid I won't be able to take that name, Amani."

Hearing this name, the light veil on the face of the goddess of the night fluttered, floating on the corner of her slightly curled lips: "Maybe it's better for you to call me 'night', at least I don't want to attract too much attention." Even with Esther as an anchor for the time being, I need time to secretly develop believers. ”

"I know, and so do I."

The priest nodded at the goddess of the night, then turned to the silver-haired "girl", who looked too fragile in terms of appearance and physical flexibility. This left the priest at a loss for a moment as to how to place her, and in a few days he would have to embark on a journey to war......

Amanisis said that this "mythical creature" has an anchoring effect, but through the special uniqueness of the Chaos Sea and herding, the priest can see the essence of this "girl", which is even more wonderful than the "mythical creature".

But there is something more important right now, giving Him a name.

The priest looked at the "girl" with a serious face, and nodded solemnly: "Then give her a numeric number, or a letter code?" ”

Hearing this, the goddess of the night was silent for a few seconds, and she couldn't help it: "Otherwise, you will continue to call him 'Esther'." ”

"I really can't keep calling Him by that name, let me think again."

The priest lowered his head again, and the "girl" lifted her translucent face, and the flow of light in it became faster again.

"Esther, Star of Hope?" The priest's expression became more gentle, and he reached out and tapped his index finger on the translucent forehead of the "girl", and a ball of light split from the very center, uncontrollably close to the direction of his finger.

"Radiance...... Then let's call Zoya. ”

The goddess of the night bowed: "A little familiar, from what myth?" ”

"Well, you probably didn't know much about it, Goddess of Dawn." When answering the question of the Goddess of the Night, his eyes were already full of anticipation, and he gently asked the "girl", "Is that okay?" ”

The "girl" didn't show any emotion, at least as the priest withdrew her fingers, and the stars in her skull returned to normal and turned calmly: "Everything is according to your wishes, Lord of the Astral Plane. ”

The priest shook his head slowly: "No, I can't afford to be called that now. If you want, you can also be like those young people and just call me 'Lord' or 'Heavenly Father.' ”

Zoya raised her hands and pressed them against her transparent "cheeks", and a wave of light swirled on the inner side of the light, hitting the translucent shell with silver ripples, such a strange scene attracted the attention of the two people in the room, and the priest stared at the changes like silver water waves, and observed thoughtfully.

Then the light in Zoya's skull dimmed a lot, and the silver splash was completely hidden, and a buzzing answer came out of it:

"Okay, Darzyberg."

The title made the priest stunned for a moment, and then he smiled more gently at the remembrance, and there was something in his smile that the goddess of the night could not understand.

The priest nodded: "Of course, can I ask why it's this name?" ”

"'Darriborg' is the same as the word 'Zoya', and I peeked into the revelation of the river of fate, so I chose this title."

Darzyberg, who had experience with Ulorius, was not surprised by such an answer: "Well, although it is not the explanation I want to hear, thank you for your answer. ”

Zoya lowered her hands, the broken lines of his limbs spreading from his arms to the backs of his hands, like silver tattoos wrapped around them.

Darriberg frowned and gently took Zoya's right hand: "Has your condition always been so fragile?" ”

"This is a mimicry based on the extraordinary properties of the 'Mercury Serpent', which simply mimics the human body. I've heard Amani's story, and I've seen the waves of fate swept by you, and if you appear in human form, you'll be more receptive. Zoya's tone has always been indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations.

Dariberg sighed: "I know, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will find a way to help you shape a more suitable body for activities." ”

After a pause, Darhiberg let go of Zoya's hand and tapped twice on the top of the girl's head: "I don't mind this, all beings should be equal to me." ”

Zoya struggled to ponder the root of this sentence: "Is it because my body is still far away from humanity?" ”

“…… Somewhat. ”