St. Selena's Church on Red Moon Street is the headquarters of the Church of the Night Goddess in Tingen, and together with the Church of the Lord of the Storms "River and Sea Church", which is also located in the northern district of Tingen, and the "Church of Holy Numbers", the church of the god of steam and machines in the suburbs, together support the religious community of Tingen and its affiliated towns and villages.

Many of the passengers who got off the public carriage on Red Moon Street just now came to the church to pray.

Fascinated by the sound of the bells, Angel temporarily forgot the sense of urgency of her fate, and she walked along the street path through the square in the middle of the street to the fan-shaped staircase of St. Selena's Church.

The church is Gothic, very similar to Angel's Church of Light in her previous life, but it is completely black, with buttresses on both sides supporting the main structure, and the glass windows on the front are red and blue, clustering the main building protrusion in the center, and the high bell tower above.

The prominent position is the arched main entrance, and many believers are entering and exiting at this time.

Of the three major churches in Tingen, Angel is most interested in the Church of the Night Goddess, not because the bells of St. Selena's Church can be heard every day, but because the way the Church of the Goddess worshippers worship is to paint the crimson moon on their chests.

This is exactly the same as the emblem he painted on his chest as a Templar of the Church of Light, representing the sun.

The Church of the Goddess of the Night worships the Goddess of the Night, and the color of worship is black, which represents the crimson moon, which is completely opposed to the Church of Light's Goddess of Light, which worships the sun and pure white.

It's too much of a coincidence.

But considering that this world not only has steam engines and revolvers, but even the year is 365 days, this coincidence is not so remarkable.

Angel climbed the stairs to the top of the ladder and came to the main entrance of the church of St. Selena, and just looking at the solemn church, her somewhat restless heart was calmed.

She pulled out a five-pound note, approached the donation box by the main entrance, and threw it in.

The young priest on duty on the side seemed to rarely see such a generous believer, and hurriedly stepped forward and drew a crimson moon clockwise on his chest: "Praise the goddess, thank you for your generosity, beautiful lady." ”

"Praise to the Goddess is nothing to this precious serenity." Angel did the same, drawing a crimson moon and replied.

She had just wanted to pull out a few coins, but for some reason, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a large bill.

But this is also in her heart, in front of the church, she did enjoy a moment of peace, thinking that after that maybe there will be an endless escape, the quiet time now is indeed very precious.

"Madam, you seem to be troubled by something, and if you have time to spare, you might as well come to the confessional room of the church, and perhaps listen to the teachings of the goddess and answer your doubts."

Is my status so obvious? Angel touched her head suspiciously, and found that her hood had been pulled down at some point, and her sad face was exposed to the attentive priest's eyes.

As for the confession he mentioned, Angel originally planned to leave with just a donation of money, but changed his mind after being persuaded by the pastor.

"Let's just earn the five pounds back." She gave herself a reason.

Angel thanked the pastor and walked into the church through the main entrance, surrounded by two-color glass windows on both sides, the porch seemed narrow and dark, and the sun had set outside the window, and the crimson moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the glass, bewitching and deep.

She walked through the cramped porch to the prayer hall. It had been some time since the Mass had ended, and most of the people had left, and there were seven or eight believers scattered in the prayer hall, some of them bowing their heads and closing their eyes in prayer, some of them staring ahead in a daze, and some of them covering their faces and muttering to themselves.

Bypassing the neat benches, he came to the confession room on the side of the prayer hall, the door happened to be opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man walked out of it, he had a blank look on his face, his eyes were out of focus, and he almost bumped into Angel outside the door, as if the previous confession had not solved the confusion in his heart.

Seeing him walk slowly, Angel walked into the narrow confessional room, closed the door with his backhand, and sat down on the wooden chair.

There was a candle on the rungs in front of it, and in the dim candlelight, a low male voice came from behind the partition: "Child, what do you want to say?" ”

yes, what do I want to say? Angel asked herself.

Am I from another world, and I am unfortunately possessed by a dead man who is full of evil and eats the consequences of his own death?

Just solved the problem of identity, ready to settle in this world, but was scared by a letter and ready to leave the country?

Considering the words, Angel said slowly:

"In the face of evil, I chose to retreat and did not stick to my own rules."

She uttered her bewilderment.

Fortunately, the bishop who presided over the confession was accustomed to seeing the Riddler, and he was silent for a moment, and then continued to ask: "Is this beyond your ability?" ”

"Yes, maybe there's a little chance, but I don't think there's much hope."

"So, have you tried to seek help from other forces?"

Was he suggesting that I should call the police? Angel was stunned for a moment before replying: "This is exactly what I am confused about, I desire to overcome it, but I am afraid of exposing myself and attracting the attention of others, is this contrary to the teachings of the goddess?" ”

"Fear is a human instinct, and those who overcome it are worthy of praise, but the choice of following the heart will not be criticized for it, the Goddess ......"

The bishop's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and the last sentence was almost inaudible, Angel leaned forward and approached the partition: "What did you say?" ”

The candle in front of him was abruptly extinguished, and the confessional room was plunged into darkness.

Angel's back was cold, and he subconsciously reached out to shake off the cloak, grabbed the holster tied to his leg, and dodged backwards, trying to get farther away from the partition.

"The goddess said that those who face their fears and have the courage to move forward will be rewarded." Completely different from the bishop's voice presiding over the confession, another high-pitched voice that was difficult to distinguish between men and women was heard and surrounded in the small confessional room, leaving Angel unrecognizable.

"Who is it?" Angel shouted, her hand had already touched the handle of the gun, but she didn't dare to pull it out at all, the people who came were strange and powerful, so that people couldn't even have the slightest idea of resisting.

No answer came from the darkness.

With a flicker of light back in front of her eyes, Angel found herself still sitting in her chair, her hands folded on her lap, and the bishop's deep voice was as melodious as heaven...... will forgive her honest believers. ”

Except for the cold sweat on his back, the strange darkness just now seemed to be an illusion.

Seeing that she froze in place, the bishop summed up the confession: "Follow your heart and don't feel guilty. ”

I came to confession because my heart was wavering...... Angel replied in her heart.

She remembered the day she was baptized at St. Charles' Cathedral and became a Templar in her previous life, and she had sworn that she would fight against all the evil in the world. After passing the test and joining the church as a substitute, facing the darkness within, from the initial doubt to resistance; When evil invades the world, stand up and fight on the front lines.

Less than two days after coming to this world, I almost forgot the persistence of my previous life for decades.

Is it the confusion after becoming a woman? Anxious to get legal status? Or is it powerlessness in the face of high-ranking extraordinary?

Or maybe because he subconsciously believes that he is no longer the original Templar Angel Gray, but the Extraordinary "Assassin" Angel Granger, so he doesn't need to abide by the beliefs he held on to?

"No, I'm not running away, it's just the best option, and the police will soon find the report letter in the anonymous mailbox, which details Cole Granger's crimes. Based on these clues and evidence, Cole's actions will eventually lead the police to Mrs. Sharon behind the scenes, and because of the involvement of the Extraordinary Forces, the police will notify the Church's Extraordinary Forces to deal with it. If nothing else, Mrs. Sharon will be caught within a week. ”

A voice in my heart defended it.

"Do you really think so? So why go to Beckland to remind Lily Granger, your titular cousin, to be protected by the official Extraordinary? ”

"You also think that Mrs. Sharon has a good chance of escaping the law, right? She has a dense network of connections in Tingen City, and she has mastered all kinds of little secrets of politicians and wealthy businessmen, as long as she is not arrested, there are many ways to get away with the crime, what can the police do with her? ”

Another voice mocked.

"I've done what I can, the police will know that Mrs. Sharon is extraordinary, and the armed forces of the church will intervene......"

The voices of justification are becoming weaker and weaker.

"This is not a monotheistic earth, there are three churches in Tingen alone that are holding each other back, and Lady Sharon was alert to the high probability of escaping during their preliminary investigation. She can take out the Sequence 7 potion at will to recruit her subordinates, and there may be an even greater force behind her, once she is allowed to escape, she will be ready to live in fear for the rest of her life! ”

The mockery grew tighter.

"You know the solution once and for all, right?"

Yes, I always knew it, just didn't want to face it...... Angel suddenly remembered a quote he had heard in his previous life: "When you have a hard time deciding, just flip a coin, and you will know the answer you want before the coin falls." ”

In this way, when I did not hear the last words of the bishop and asked rhetorically, I should have understood my inner choice...... Angel suddenly understood the meaning of that sentence.

"Thank you, Bishop." She thanked her heartfelt.

"May the Goddess bless you." The bishop behind the partition replied, "Then, the confession is over." ”

"No, it's not over yet." After making up her mind, Angel stared at the partition with burning eyes, as if she could see the surprised expression of the bishop behind her.

"What?" The bishop was also stunned.

"I'm going to ask you to tell them that the night watchmen are better than anything, the extraordinary." Ignoring the bishop's surprise, Angel said quickly, "The many previous murders and disappearances in Tingen are related to a person named Cole Granger, and the relevant evidence is in the anonymous mailbox of the police headquarters, please deal with it as soon as possible." ”

The bishop behind the partition seemed to be silent in shock, Angel also said nothing, patiently waiting for a reply, and the confessional room fell silent.

Just when Angel was about to think that the other party was secretly calling the police, the bishop's deep voice finally said, "They will know." ”

"Thank you for making me determined when I was confused." Angel stood up, tapped her right hand four times on her chest, drew the Crimson Moon, and left the confessional room.

This thanksgiving is not for the bishop.

In the dim hall, two priests were tidying up the utensils on the stage, one of whom was the young pastor who had advised Angel to come to confession, and when he saw her walk out of the confession room, he nodded his head.

Angel nodded in return and turned towards the main entrance.

On both sides of the porch, the crimson moonlight penetrated through the glass, which made her feel a little dazzling, and along the wide corridor, she bathed in crimson, and finally looked back at the inside of the church, and the sacred emblem of the night maiden engraved on the wall of the prayer hall seemed to look down on the church, looking down on her.

A deep, serene force permeated her.