Chapter 368

As the divine light faded, Munashe rose, his face pale.

Nora is still praying.

"Great God of Light, Your devout follower Nora prays that You may bless Her Majesty with lifelong health, so that she may never be plagued by illness again."

Munashe left without looking back.

If praying to Him were truly effective, then so many believers in the Western Continent, ravaged by calamities, would not have been forced to leave their homeland.

If praying to Him really works, back then...

Munashe closed his eyes and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight.

Fortunately, he has now found a new god.

Cynthia will help him fulfill his wish to die.

Cynthia, who caused the disagreement between the God of Light and the Pope, is braiding Caucasus's hair.

With Nora gone, she lost a capable assistant who would promptly hand her ribbons.

"Caucasian, sing!" the little girl said in a clear, crisp voice.

He had just returned to the Caucasian body when he heard Lingwu's command.

He had actually had his hair braided by her more than once, to the point that the entire temple thought Lord Caucasus was a knight who paid great attention to his manners.

Just singing...

He didn't speak, and the little girl stopped what she was doing.

Cynthia's long eyelashes drooped, her thin eyebrows turned downwards, and her fair and clean face was almost filled with disappointment.

"Woof..."

Lingwu showed no sign of anything amiss and gently stroked Caucasus's head.

But in his heart, he felt that He had lost all sense of decency.

But the real Him still sits high on His divine throne, refusing to come down.

This is a time-consuming and massive project, but by starting with the Caucasus, we can reduce it by half.

Another year has passed.

Three-year-old Lingwu was perfectly made up by nuns such as Ruola, who wore white gloves.

She was about to step out of the temple she had not left for two years, and amidst the devout and fervent gazes of all the believers, she would board her own carriage and appear before St. Peter's Square, the largest square on the continent of Aolai.

St. Peter's Square at this moment.

Devout believers from different cities knelt on the white ceramic tiles of the square.

Under the scorching sun, they huddled together, yet their faces still showed excitement and madness.

A little girl with freckles on her face and brown eyes, wearing an ill-fitting lambskin dress and worn-out little leather boots, was at the very back of the line.

She was holding a skinny little gray dog ​​in her arms. The dog looked listless and never opened its eyes.

She listened to the frenzied voices emanating from beside her:

"I'm about to meet Her Majesty the Holy Maiden, the most favored by the God of Light! When I get back today, I'll be so excited I won't be able to sleep for three days and three nights!"

“For the past month, I have been taking a bath every day. I believe I will be chosen to be the lucky one to receive divine light personally bestowed by Her Majesty the Holy Maiden!”

"I swear, even if I had to spend 30,000 gold coins to get a spot at the top of the rankings, no one would be willing!"

Listening to the commotion of the crowd, she timidly asked the elegantly dressed noblewoman in front of her in line:

"My name is Celia, and I am the daughter of a milkman at Fox Ranch. May I ask Your Majesty, can you restore my puppy to health?"

After Celia finished speaking, the young lady, her face flushed with fervor, turned her head and looked at her for a long time before looking down and seeing her again when Celia spoke again.

Looking at her like this, the young lady inexplicably felt a fondness for this little rat who looked like she'd escaped from the slums. She then endured the unpleasant, milky stench emanating from Celia and spoke:

"Oh my goodness! Look! There's even a little sparrow here, also wanting to catch a glimpse of Her Majesty the Saintess."

The young lady used a gorgeous fan to cover half her face and leaned down to ask Celia, "Little sparrow, did you sneak out?"

Celia tightened her grip on the little grey dog, and nodded guiltily, "Yes, Celia snuck out. Celia hopes Mag is healthy."

"You are such a kind young lady. I think Her Majesty the Holy Maiden will like you too." The young lady said with a smile.

The timidity in Celia slowly disappeared, and a big smile spread across her face. "Really? Does Your Majesty the Holy Maiden really like Celia?"

The young lady replied devoutly and fervently, "Of course! Her Majesty the Holy Mother loves all believers!"

Celia whispered to the little grey dog ​​with her head down, "Marg, did you hear that? Her Majesty the Saintess will like Celia."

The carriage bearing the temple's insignia moved forward from the end where Celia was.

The carriage was so magnificent and exquisite that Celia stared at it with adoration for a long time, her little face flushed with excitement.

My mother told me that Her Majesty the Virgin Mary is only one day older than her.

But Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is far more powerful than her.

"Can Celia be friends with Her Majesty the Saint?" she asked.

After she asked this question, the lady, who had previously been very fond of her, immediately frowned.

The young lady moved the fan away unhappily, her tone sharp: "Little sparrow, don't try to drag His Majesty, who is high and mighty, into a pasture as smelly as you."

"Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is a chosen one of the great God of Light, who bestows divine light upon her daily!"

"And you, my laughable little sparrow girl, you're just the daughter of a milkmaid from a ranch, dirty and smelly!"

After the young lady finished speaking, she turned her head to look ahead.

In the continent of Aolai, imperial and divine power are concentrated, and nobles disdain interacting with commoners, as it would be an insult to the honor of their families.

She must have gone mad to think that mouse was cute.

"By the God of Light! I was truly struck on the head by a crow!" The lady immediately repented before the statue of the God of Light.

Celia had always lived on the ranch, where the milkmen and workers all loved her, so she had never heard such harsh words before.

She held the little gray dog, and tears welled up in her eyes, instantly falling onto the dog's head.

Just then, a wave of "Her Majesty the Saint" swept through the area!

Even the young lady, who had just spoken sharply, knelt down with a fanatical expression and called out "Your Majesty the Holy Maiden" towards the front!

Amid the fervent shouts of the believers, the little figure on the carriage made its first public appearance in two years.

Her black, curly hair, like seaweed, cascaded down behind her sacred, platinum-gold dress.

Her skin was smoother and whiter than freshly squeezed milk from Fox Ranch.

Even the most renowned Alice Pink Rose cannot compare to the slight upturn of her lips.

And those amber eyes, clearer and more captivating than the Setina River, even shimmered with a divine golden hue in the sunlight.

The "Her Majesty the Holy Maiden" they spoke of gradually took on the sacred image she possesses today.

Ruola followed behind Lingwu, staring at her intently with pride and devotion.

St. Peter's Square is the largest open-air square in the Outlet Continent.

But at this moment, the square was packed with people.

However, there was no one in front of the statue of the God of Light, which was about sixty meters tall.

While the believers bowed and kowtowed to her, Lingwu took a look at the statue.

The difference between the statues and those in the temple.

The statue of the God of Light in the temple sits high on a throne, his hands placed on either side of the throne, his face shrouded in a layer of mist.

The statue of the God of Light in St. Peter's Square has a pair of white wings spread behind it, and its right hand is outstretched as if to caress the fervent believers below.

What's both strange and sacred is that He has no face.

Even so, Lingwu still gave him a smile.

When He, who was inside the Caucasus, sensed her smile, a faint smile appeared in His indifferent eyes.

Cynthia is lovely; even if she's unsure whether she exists inside the statue, she still smiles at her.

Lingwu couldn't know His thoughts, but she did know that lowering oneself to the level of someone one favors is something that will only happen zero times or countless times.

Unfortunately, He had already begun to lower the bar when He first descended in His true form to heal her from her illness.

At this moment, the endless, surging prayers made Him feel a long-lost weariness.

He paused.

The Caucasian's furry head looked towards the very end of the line.

Celia has arrived.

And he also brought Mag, the little grey dog ​​who always stayed by Celia's side.

Lingwu didn't see Celia's presence, but she knew that today was the first day Celia would shine brightly.

Correspondingly, this was also Cynthia's first setback.

As a fake saintess, Cynthia had only learned a rudimentary understanding of healing magic by the age of three.

Of the tens of thousands of believers in St. Peter's Square, only ten will be chosen to be blessed.

Unfortunately, Celia was the tenth.

She held Marg in her arms, refusing Cynthia's blessing and praying that Cynthia would awaken Marg, who was in a deep sleep that day.

This was difficult for Cynthia, but not impossible.

The God of Light within Mago appeared in the sculpture in St. Peter's Square to ensure the success of the saint's blessing today.

As a fake saintess who has no connection with the God of Light, how could Cynthia possibly summon the God of Light back into Mag's body?

Therefore, Cynthia failed.

When Cynthia failed, Celia offered words of comfort. At the age of three, she spoke clearly and was well-behaved and considerate, which naturally made everyone remember her.

As the first failed saint in history, Cynthia's abilities were questioned by the world.

Countless jeers and doubts followed, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and practice diligently every night.

Lingwu withdrew the smile she had shown to the God of Light.