The girl tirelessly led the Inquisition in their pursuit, chasing them all the way from Rome to Prague, and even into the orcish territory.

The girl grew increasingly panicked, fearing she had caught up with a corpse. Her fear also unleashed her full potential, and in Istanbul, they finally caught up with Saint Thea.

"Your Highness, are you alright?... Waaaaaah!" The girl, who hadn't shed a single tear since awakening, hugged Saintess Thea and wept uncontrollably.

Saintess Thea did not speak, but gently embraced the girl. When Thea had just entered the inner sanctuary and was too frightened to sleep, she had gently held her like this and soothed her to sleep.

Charles of the court rudely shoved the girl aside, roughly dragged Thea away, and the hideous instruments of torture were wrapped around Thea's pure body, spurting out scarlet blood.

"No....."

The girl went mad. She couldn't understand why the people of the tribunal would treat her dearest princess this way. She knocked down several people in succession and ran away with the saintess.

"Don't run, the more you run... the heavier your sins will become." Thea stood still and wouldn't move. No matter how hard Heatherine tried, she couldn't budge her. If she tried any harder, her body would be torn apart.

The girl watched helplessly as the red-hot crucifix was pressed against Thea's smooth forehead. This was a punishment reserved for traitors to the Temple. She went berserk once more, but the prepared priests of the Inquisition prevented her from succeeding. She was beaten, knocked down, and taken back to the Temple with them.

Throughout the journey, the girl clung to Thea's side, silently shedding tears. She finally understood that she had harmed her teacher, her family, and her own spirit.

"Don't cry, don't be afraid, Heatherine. You are now the only one who controls the light. You have your own path to follow."

"I don't want to go my own way, I just want to stay by your side..." Heather nestled close to Thea, like a docile stray kitten, and slowly fell asleep.

When she awoke again, the saintess Thea had transformed into the elder Ashif.

"Heatherine, are you willing to become the new saintess and dedicate your life to the temple?" The pressure emanating from Ashif was so strong that Heatherine was forced to kneel on the ground, unable to move.

"I don't want to. I only want to be with Princess Thea."

Surprisingly, Ashif did not fly into a rage. Instead, he withdrew his powerful aura and said in a gentle voice, "If you stay together, you can only die together."

"Heh! So, if we separate, can we live together?" Heatherine showed disdain to Ashif. He had lied to her. If she hadn't foolishly helped, the Temple wouldn't have been able to catch up with Thea at all.

Ashif's face softened, and he nodded slightly, saying, "Okay!"

"call!"

Heatherine suddenly woke up, and after a long moment of disorientation, she realized that she was in the car again, having had the same dream that had haunted her for so many years.

"Damn it, how could I have slept so soundly? It's all because of that damn sleeping bag, and that damn Qin Mo."

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