Chapter 105: She? How can you treat someone as a lifeline...
Osa, who was suddenly moved, looked around vigilantly. Kaharun was still beside her. The black barrier had disappeared. Not far away were Isidore, Kaihakan, Levi, Arnold, and a strange man.
Did they succeed?
Where's Vifiya?
I didn't have time to pay attention to the scene outside the village entrance, and I couldn't find Vifiya in my sight.
Kaharun immediately saw the man next to Arnold, Hugh Follella.
"Are you all okay?"
He looked over and saw Jewanlin running over, glancing at everyone, but where was that lady?
She subconsciously looked at Xiu, with accusations in her eyes that she herself was not aware of.
Noticing her gaze, Xiu, contrary to his usual behavior, said nothing. Marquis Kesley would not die, at least, the being in her body would not let her die. However, he was also confused. Where was she?
Arnold, who was standing beside him, was so anxious that Xiu couldn't help but glance sideways. He couldn't help but look at Isidore, but found that he was staring straight in one direction.
He followed Isidore's gaze and saw nothing there except the collapsed wooden house.
No.
A figure he had seen before slowly walked towards him. He had blond hair and the red eyes that Salis had mentioned.
The terrifying power in her was gone.
The moment her figure appeared, Arnold beside him hurried over, Isidor also ran a few steps to her, including the elf descendant who had taken off his cloak.
Kaharun looked back and forth between Vifiya and Jevanlin, said a few words briefly, and quickly ran towards his companions.
Xiu stepped forward, stood beside Jie Wanlin, and looked at Vifiya and the others: "Can you rest assured now, little Wanlin?"
"And you?"
Xiu understood what she meant and said, "It's okay."
Surrounded by her friends, Vifiya blinked and shook off the snowflakes that fell on her eyelashes.
Osha, with trembling hands, gently lifted up Vifiya's bloody hand.
"I'm fine." Vifiya's eyes moved back and forth between them, indicating that she was fine.
She did not have any major wounds on her body now, and Qingzhu had basically healed her previous injuries.
After making sure they were okay, Vifiya breathed a sigh of relief. At least, they were safe.
Isidore subconsciously rushed to heal her, even though he knew that healing magic would be of little use to her and that any healing he could do would be helpful.
Vifiya grabbed his hand and said, "No need." If his magic was useless to her again, he would be worried again, just like last time.
"That time..." Osa's mouth was bitter, "After that, was there any impact?"
It's no wonder they were worried. After all, the last time they saw Vifiya was when she killed herself.
Vifiya shook her head, understanding what they were worried about.
Only then did Osa gently ask, "Villagers of Yoko Village?"
Vifiya was startled, lowered her eyes and turned her head away.
In fact, they had already guessed that if the living people would be transferred to the village entrance, then the people of Yoko Village...
The cold wind brought snowflakes, stimulating everyone's senses.
Kaihakan ignored the wounds on his body. His fingertips trembled, and he rejected Jewanlin's attempt to heal him.
Every step forward, the pain from the wounds on his body reminded him of something.
His eyes were filled with sorrow as he looked ahead at Leticia.
After seeing everything clearly at the village entrance, Letisha did not immediately check on Kaihakan's condition, but looked at Balkas instead.
Balkas understood and said to the knights on guard around him, "Teams One and Two, enter the village, the rest of you, stand guard outside!"
The knights who received the order ran into the village of Yoko in an orderly manner and cleaned up the mess inside.
When Balkas missed Kaihakan, he made sure he didn't have any serious wounds, then quickly entered Yoko Village.
As the captain of the second team, Morifen did not question the orders of Letisha and the others. She stopped briefly beside Kaihakan and quickly carried out the orders.
While exchanging worried glances with the two men, Kaihakan walked towards Letisha step by step. Although Letisha looked calm, there was still a hint of worry in her eyes. She took a few steps forward.
Just as he was standing in front of him, Kaihakan suddenly half-knelt down. His mouth was open for a long time before he finally found his voice: "Captain."
The sound coming out of my throat was so hoarse.
Letixia stretched out her hand, wanting to help him up, but his expression prevented her from moving for a moment.
Kaihakan's eyes were dim, and the long battle forced him to breathe slightly. "It was my fault for misjudgment. I wasn't more careful and couldn't discover Kuishili's weakness sooner, which led to..." The words suddenly got stuck in his throat, and then squeezed out as if being squeezed. "Everyone in Yoko Village died. It's me who failed Master Jevanlin and the captain's trust."
It's not that he hasn't seen death before, nor has he seen the deaths of many people. He is even prepared for his own death. It's just that this time, his departure is unexpected.
Most of the villagers in Yoko Village are children and the elderly, with a few middle-aged people and a number of young people who can be counted on one hand.
A small border village with a simple structure was destroyed in a way that no one expected.
Kaihakan didn't dare to look at Letisha. He was a knight from the Dukedom of Haihefu. He accepted her order and came here to look for clues about the monster. In this short time, he had the responsibility to protect everyone here.
However, he failed. If it weren't for the Marquis of Casely, he might have been one of the dead.
Letixia's eyes were complicated as she helped him up. Jie Wanlin beside him ignored his refusal and silently healed his wounds.
"This isn't your fault," Leticia said softly. She lowered her eyes, hiding the heaviness in them. When she raised them again, only determination remained. "Now, go and rest. Don't overthink it. Leave the rest to us."
No one expected that this would become the main battlefield for new monsters.
She looked towards the entrance of Yoko Village. Vifiya seemed to sense something. In the gaps between people, beyond the white snowflakes in their sight, the two of them looked at each other from afar.
——
In the early morning of Lachigo, the chill of the night had not yet faded, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street. Ezhen stood at the door of the solemn St. Vasok Cathedral, rubbing her palms several times, trying to bring warmth to her hands.
She nervously brushed her already clean linen clothes, her bony figure looking somewhat hollow beneath them. On her exposed skin, she hadn't applied medicine to the bruises on her face, as she hadn't done so in preparation for the prayers.
Just as she was about to take a step forward, she suddenly stopped, perhaps thinking of something. She reached out and pressed down on her headscarf. The middle-aged woman tucked a few thick, curly white hairs neatly into her black hair, hiding the visible scalp and scars.
After doing all this, there was a hint of anticipation and uneasiness in his brown eyes.
There was a soft sound of boots behind her, and she turned around subconsciously, her breath stagnating, only to see the person she wanted to thank stepping onto the long steps.
After not seeing him for a while, the young man was still as elegant as she remembered him.
He stepped forward, getting closer and closer to her.
Ezhen suddenly came to her senses and looked around helplessly, not knowing where to put her hands.
Seeing the young man getting closer to her, she hesitated and finally mustered up the courage to take a step forward in his direction, but was stunned when she saw his expression.
It was not until the young man walked past her that she came to her senses and found herself reaching out her hands towards him. In an instant, these hands, which were full of traces of time, she withdrew her hands as if she wanted to escape.
He was still the same as that day, with nothing in his eyes.
His Holiness may not remember her.
Maybe saving her that day, killing her abusive husband in the church that day, was just a trivial matter to him.
But to her, it was no small matter.
After that day, she was in a coma for a while and had a high fever for several days. She was finally able to go out today.
She wanted to thank His Holiness the Pope in person, so she appeared here and tried her luck.
She wanted to thank him, thank him for saving her, thank him for killing her husband...
Thanks to him, she no longer had to be Mrs. Webb, a name that had caused her nightmares countless times.
Thanks to him, she was able to regain her own name, Ezhen.
She looked at the young man's back but did not chase him. She was no longer at the age of having unlimited courage. Perhaps it was right not to disturb His Majesty.
She bowed deeply in his direction.
Benedict walked deeper into the church and didn't pay attention to the people at the church door. It was just a small speck of dust and was not worth his attention.
All the clergy and sparse people who saw him along the way stopped and saluted respectfully.
Even if their pope doesn't even look at any of them, they still won't be dissatisfied in the slightest.
The ceremony of becoming Pope is rigorous.
The Pope is the spokesperson chosen by the Goddess and the human being closest to the Goddess.
It is said that the current Pope is the only spokesperson who has been truly recognized by the Goddess in hundreds of years.
Everyone who was present at the succession ceremony will never forget that, except for their Pope, all the other candidates went crazy or died.
Only their Pope, their Majesty, was spotless and looked down at them from the high platform like a true god.
There was no compassion or joy in those eyes, only a hint of fatigue.
Benedict walked slowly down, opened the silver door of the Scotto prayer room, and put his pastoral staff aside.
The rows of candlelight made the statue of the goddess look even more compassionate, but there was an extinguished candle that looked out of place.
He calmly lit it, took a few steps back, and stood in front of the statue of the goddess.
“Well done.”
A vague voice came into his mind, and before he could speak, it came again: "You seem to care about her a lot."
Upon hearing this, Benedict simply performed the Seven Purities Ceremony: "Goddess, a little interest."
He had not lied, nor had he intended to lie to Him.
His interest in Vifia Caseley was indeed just a tiny bit, a tiny light that suddenly appeared in his boring life and dull world, enough to attract his attention.
It just caught his attention.
Not all light is the sun, and not everyone will chase the light.
Just like that fool Ruguien, who regarded him as the sun and worshipped him as everything just because of an outstretched hand.
How can you treat people as your lifeline?
There was no sound from the statue for a long time, and Benedict remained with his head bowed.
I don't know how long it took before the sound appeared in my mind again.
“Whatever you want to do, just do it.”
The voice disappeared in his mind, and a tiny light appeared, a hint that He had left.
The young man's calm eyes finally changed as he bowed his head. He made the seven-fold salute to the goddess statue, turned around and picked up the pastoral staff beside him.
The hand holding the staff moved slightly, and several thin white silk threads emerged from Xue Yuanlan's staff, heading towards his body and surrounding him in circles.
The goddess statue behind him emits a holy golden light under the candlelight.
The silk thread gradually disappeared. Benedict did not check what changes occurred in his body after the thread disappeared. He could more or less feel that the magic that had been in his body for many years to change his gender had disappeared.
The androgynous face remained as indifferent as ever, and he pushed open the silver door as if nothing had happened.
No, it's her.
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