Chapter 67: Something She Forgot, a Bad Premonition

It was night again, and Vifiya watched the parchment at her fingertips instantly dissipate like ashes, leaving no trace.

She looked at the doll next to her that didn't fit in with the style of the room. It still had its eyes tightly closed.

Hefa kept an eye on the basement all the time, and never forgot to report the progress to her every day, and also brought letters from Isidore.

Vifia lay down in bed. Although Isidore kept telling her not to worry about breaking the spell, she could still feel his anxiety between the lines.

The attempt to break the curse has encountered a bottleneck. After all, it is a curse that disappeared five hundred years ago. It is always difficult to solve it in such a short time.

He even... vaguely guessed that she would transfer the curse to himself, and he openly and secretly advised her not to do so.

tomorrow……

Vifiya closed her eyes.

Tomorrow is Jotina's funeral.

The world is dark when I close my eyes, but it seems that there are small, crystal-clear silk threads flying past and shuttling through it.

"Miss."

Vifiya suddenly opened her eyes and looked towards the source of the voice. It was Marlene, and she let down her guard a little.

It's already daybreak.

She raised her hands to cover her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Was she lax? She didn't even notice Marlene pushing the door open.

No.

Vifiya lifted the quilt and began her daily wash.

Time passed quickly as she and Marlene were busy. She simply ate a few bites of bread and put on her black dress and black veil with Marlene's help.

Although it became a little darker in front of my eyes, fortunately it did not affect my normal vision.

She put on the butterfly gem brooch, silver bracelet, jade gourd necklace and single-sided purple diamond wind silver grass earrings.

The Segarot Empire has a custom of wearing mourning jewelry. Wearing gems at the funerals of loved ones also means that the deceased does not need to worry about the worldly people, and they will live a good life.

As the daughter of Jotina, Vifia did not need to greet the nobles at the door. She only needed to stand beside the Marquis in front of the prayer room and be her "puppet".

Kesli's retainers arrived one after another. Both Leticia and Barkas came slowly in black dresses. However, Leticia did not wear a long skirt like Vifiya, but wore clothes similar to those of the men present.

This difference attracted strange looks from many people present, but when they saw their hair color and pupils clearly, the brightness became vague, and some came forward with flattering smiles. Balkas beside her did not block these looks for her because he knew that Letixia did not need them.

The servants at the door shouted out the names of the nobles who had arrived one after another, until a louder one appeared...

"His Holiness the Pope has arrived!"

Everyone in the prayer room stopped talking and looked at the figure at the door in surprise.

Vifiya did not lower her head. She looked straight at Benedict, staring at him warily through her black veil.

Why would he come in person? Doesn't the Pope himself never attend such ceremonies?

In a flash, Benedict had reached the statue in the prayer room. He gracefully and reverently performed the seven ceremonials before the deity. Under the gaze of everyone, not even the Marquis, he walked straight towards Vephia, his expression still as listless as ever. "Only praise the great goddess Lehomie."

Seeing this, Vifiya touched her heart with her right hand and said, "I only praise the great goddess Lehomi. May the goddess forgive me for the grief of losing my loved ones and my disrespect at this moment."

Benedict stroked his pastoral staff with his thumb. "God will bestow His mercy and guide His children to the stage." He paused, his eyes loving. "Miss Vifia, I look forward to the day when I can join you in praising the great goddess Lehomie."

As soon as the words fell, whispers arose all around. Vifiya's heart froze. Since they were so close, her expression didn't reveal any flaws. She smiled softly, "Praising the great goddess Lehomi is what every one of her children should do."

Vifiya already had a bad feeling in her heart.

Benedict then turned his gaze to the Marquis of Casely who was standing beside her. He spoke lazily, "God will forgive all your earthly sins, and you will sleep in His arms."

Without waiting for the Marquis to make any statement, as if his words to the Marquis were just to get by, he ignored the Marquis, looked back at Vifiya, and changed the subject: "Miss, you came to Saint Vasoke Cathedral to pray last time. Unfortunately, I was busy with other matters of the Vatican and could not meet you. I could only ask the Cardinal to entertain you on my behalf. I hope that in the Scotto prayer room, you and I can bathe in the holy light of God together."

The whispers were originally louder, but because the Pope himself was present, the nobles could not help but lower their voices, but Vifiya could still hear their words.

"Good heavens! That's the Scotto Prayer Room."

"Your Majesty, what do you mean? Do you want Miss Casely to serve God for the rest of her life?"

The fact that the Pope came in person today was enough to surprise everyone. Those who had seen him before knew that he never talked much, but now, his every move was breaking the routine he had in front of everyone.

It was as if he was announcing to everyone that he came for Vifiya.

This was not a good sign. Vifia looked at Benedict calmly under her black veil. He seemed gentle and kind to her, but in fact he was pressing her step by step and pushing her in front of everyone.

At least for now, she couldn't attract too much attention.

Vifiya was secretly annoyed. She must have missed something important, or did he recognize her as one of the people who caused trouble in the Vatican?

No, she quickly dismissed the idea, it wouldn't be that simple if he recognized her.

"I heard back when I was in the territory that the Sgoddo Prayer Room is where Your Majesty listens to oracles." Standing beside Yotina's coffin, Leticia looked up at the statue, her orange-red eyes squinting. "I'm curious too. Why don't Your Majesty invite me as well? Perhaps the goddess will gain a loyal follower."

"It seems that both the goddess and His Majesty love Vefiya very much." A clear female voice came from outside the door. The blue hair and blue eyes of the person who came in revealed her identity. Osa quickly walked over to Vefiya and stood beside her. "What a coincidence! I also like her. Your Majesty, why don't you give me a chance to bathe in the holy light of God together with Vefiya?"

Benedict slightly concealed the gloom in his eyes, his brows still showing fatigue. "Miss Osa, you're joking. The goddess will give love equally to every believer. No matter where we are, we can feel Her love."

One is the Haihefu family, who believe in themselves more than in God, and the other represents the royal family. They were not in harmony to begin with, but these two happened to get together.

Osha's sudden appearance and Letisha's voice reduced Vifiya's presence, and most of the people's attention was suddenly focused on the two of them.

She exchanged glances with Vifiya, nodded to her generously, and understood what Vifiya meant.

There were several more polite greetings. In such an occasion, Osa had no choice but to say a few more words to Marquis Kesley and deal with other nobles at the same time.

The funeral had not yet officially begun, but the prayer room had become lively again. The nobles took this opportunity to chat with the great nobles of the empire who stood in high places.

There were also several young ladies around Vifiya, and even other people of the opposite sex of the same age. They seemed to want to use Yotina's death to comfort her and try to win her favor.

She skillfully sent them away, saying that she wanted to quietly digest the grief of losing her mother at the moment, and they all said they understood.

Although the Segarot Empire advocates for the worship of death and does not require grief for the deceased, if one is truly deeply moved, how can one control his emotions?

Vifiya stepped back slightly and glanced at Jotina's coffin under her black veil. It was obviously her funeral, but it seemed like a political vanity fair, and few people cared about her.

Somehow, Vifiya felt lucky for Jotina, lucky that she wasn't really dead.

Human emotions are so complicated.

Her gaze turned to Letixia, who was also looking at the coffin. Noticing her gaze, Letixia also looked over. Their eyes met, and Vifiya nodded slightly, as a thank you for her initiative to speak.

Leticia did not say anything, but withdrew her gaze and continued to stare at the coffin. Not far away, she left Balkas alone to deal with the greetings of the nobles.

The funeral began quickly, presided over by the Patriarch of Cyronil, and everything proceeded in an orderly manner according to Vahorian's arrangements.

The morning passed in solemnity and the singing of the choir.

The ordinary guests paid their respects and left.

Vifiya really didn't understand why the Pope still wanted to stay here?

Even after returning to her room, she still felt a little uneasy. After asking Marlene to help her change into a simple black dress, she asked Marlene to go back to her bedroom.

Vifiya was the only one in the room now. She gritted her teeth, thinking that she must have missed some information!

What is it exactly?

She couldn't help but pace back and forth anxiously. She rarely felt this way anymore. She couldn't help but cover her face, or rather, she felt this way again.

Her memory will not deceive her, but her memory will be lost, just as she once forgot her promise with [Vefiya] and forgot Isidore's name...

This feeling is very strange. These missing memories will not affect her normal life, and she doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with her memory, but once she needs it, she will find that there is a gap there.

She only realized this problem in her eighth life, and until now she still cannot explain exactly why it is missing.

Just as Vifiya was thinking hard, a magic circle appeared in the room and Hefa stepped out. His expression was serious and he spoke quickly, "Take your invisibility robe and go to the basement."

Upon hearing this, Vifiya's face turned serious and she understood what he meant. Are they ready to take action?

Fortunately, she had been prepared these days. She grabbed the invisible robe hidden in the quilt, and her hands tightened. She really felt her uneasiness.

This feeling made her very unhappy. Why did she feel like she was being led by the nose?

But no matter what, some things still need to be done.

Vifiya made up her mind that no matter what, she must save Neve first.

A burst of light disappeared and the room was as quiet as before.

Vifiya held onto Hefa's arm and helped them stand still. Hefa spoke in a very low voice, "I can sense the magic power within the magic storage gem and use it to determine your location. The magicians within are quite powerful, so be extremely careful. If necessary, I will unleash my invisibility spell to attract their attention."

Vifiya responded by squeezing his arm a little harder.

She tried to slow her breathing.

Suddenly, the side door opened.

A man in a black robe came out slowly, and an urgent voice came from behind: "Hurry up."

The man in black robe ignored him and continued moving forward at his own pace.

Vifiya's heart sank, she stared at the man in black robe, and the missing piece of her memory was suddenly filled in.