Chapter 362
Lingwu, who was sitting at the head of the table, noticed His strangeness.
He did not know how to conceal his gaze.
Even after she glanced at Him, that furry head never looked down again.
She was initially worried about Caucasian neck, fearing it would cause her discomfort later.
However, Lingwu was fully aware of His unusual behavior.
At the age of sixteen, Cynthia was punished by the temple for the first time.
That's because she presented the God of Light with a forbidden technique that could block the prayers of believers.
Ten-year-old Cynthia found the last half of a spell in the blasphemous book of the God of Light that had been burned years ago.
As she uttered the half-spell, the voices that often appeared in her ears, praying to the saintess, paused for a moment, as if stuck.
Clever Cynthia deciphered the meaning of the spell.
She spent six years perfecting that half-spell, and only after personally testing it did she tell the God of Light about it.
Whether the God of Light heard it or not, Cynthia did not know.
All Cynthia knew was that after that day, even her sole right to secretly visit Duke Leon was taken away by the temple.
Lingwu glanced at the Caucasus again.
The moment she met His gaze, she unleashed the forbidden spell, completely depleting the faith that had just entered her body.
This caused a sharp pain in my chest.
Pain gnawed at her nasal cavity like thorns, leaving a sweet, metallic taste in her throat.
She swallowed with a calm expression, withdrew her gaze, and removed the forbidden spell. Her slightly pale lips made her look both sacred and broken.
The initial investment is for a greater return later.
Lingwu withdrew her gaze.
The same cacophony that had never changed in millennia once again enveloped His ears.
Both times, it brought Him a sense of novelty and a long-lost tranquility.
He looked around to make sure that He wouldn't appear before sending a tiny bit of light into the little girl's body.
Then he looked up again, and very unusually, hoped that she would look at him one more time.
Unfortunately, the little girl's eyes brightened, she glanced around elegantly, but didn't look at him again.
Lingwu certainly wouldn't look at Him anymore. Today's procedures were extremely complicated, and Cynthia's body couldn't withstand several more episodes of angina.
Moreover, scarcity signifies preciousness.
And the reason why surprises are unforgettable even years later is that while they satisfy their owners, they also create a strong sense of contrast between what comes before and what comes after.
He should be feeling the difference by now.
The carriage slowly came to a stop.
As summer approaches, many people have beads of sweat on their foreheads under the sun.
Jola greeted her with a handkerchief, preparing to tidy her up.
But when she saw Lingwu, she knew that the handkerchiefs the nuns had prepared in advance had lost their esteemed owner.
The little girl was exactly the same as in the morning, showing no signs of fatigue, but rather even more energy.
Ling Wu's body was now filled with the pure power of the God of Light, so her condition was naturally very good.
Even as she stood up and landed, the group of people felt as if they were seeing a divine light emanating from the little girl.
They cried out in uncontrollable devotion, "Your Majesty, Holy Lady!"
For Ling Wu, it wasn't exactly an unexpected surprise.
After all, the surprise was created by someone else, not by her in advance.
Lingwu smiled, selected a few believers on both sides of the street and smiled at them, then stepped into the temple.
The believers' eyes lit up. If the atmosphere hadn't been so restrictive, they would have rushed out, prostrated themselves on the ground, and kissed Lingwu's feet.
"Your Holiness the Holy Maiden has looked upon me! I will be Your Holiness's first and most loyal supporter!"
"Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is looking at me too! Heavens! I'm sure I'll be the first lucky one to be illuminated by the God of Light today!"
"..."
Their excitement was met with envy from the other believers, who began to reflect on why they hadn't been seen by the saint.
Could it be... because they weren't devout enough to the saint?
Thinking of this, they broke out in a cold sweat, but they were quickly filled with shame.
Although Her Majesty did not look at them, she was not angered by their piety.
Upon entering the temple, Lingwu, guided step by step by the bishop, knelt before the God of Light.
Ling Wu caught a glimpse of the Pope in a white and gold robe, his face cold and handsome.
She remembered that the pope's name was Munashe, meaning...
— "Walking with God"
Cynthia worked with the Pope for eighteen years, but she hardly ever spoke to him.
He was always mysterious, and there was a stark contrast between him and the believers around him who were fanatically devoted to the God of Light.
At this moment, Mu Nashe stared intently at Ling Wu, his azure eyes unwavering, like a soulless sculpture.
Munashe remained silent, neither speaking nor offering any instruction to Lingwu as Pope.
But the moment Lingwu knelt down, a faint divine light emanated from the sculpture of the God of Light, whose face was obscured.
In an instant, Lingwu seemed to be in a mysterious world, where all the surrounding believers disappeared, and only she was watching over her.
His features and even his figure were not clearly visible; only a powerful white-gold radiance could be seen.
In her memory, Cynthia had never seen Him before her coming-of-age ceremony; only a divine light descended upon her, allowing the believers to fully confirm her identity.
Lingwu waited for Him to speak.
For a very long time, His voice seemed to come from the horizon.
"what's on your mind?"
The figure was ethereal and divine, its gender indiscernible.
Ling Wu remained calm and answered seriously, "Cynthia wasn't thinking anything; she was just a little sad."
"Why is He sad?" He seemed to have many questions.
"Because Nora said that Cynthia can no longer touch the Caucasus."
"Who is Jora? Who is Caucasus?" He is as pure and straightforward as a blank sheet of paper.
Lingwu seemed tired, yawned, and was somewhat drowsy, unwilling to pay attention to him.
After all, her current special circumstances are enough to make Him be lenient with Him.
Moreover, He has too many problems.
It is clearly inappropriate to ask a one-year-old child so many questions; He is capable of reflecting on these things on His own.
He waited for Lingwu's answer.
It wasn't until the little girl drooped her head in sleep, her forehead ornament hanging in mid-air, that He realized how tired she was.
He thought for a moment and realized that it would be seventeen years before Celia came of age and returned to the realm of the gods.
For the past seventeen years, she has been in the temple, where she can answer His questions frequently and is not in a hurry.
As Lingwu's dreamlike state faded, she slowly raised her eyes and realized that she was bathed in golden light.
Everyone around her looked at her with awe and reverence, even the eternally unyielding snow of Mount Olympus knelt on the ground.
He lowered his head, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow in the golden light.
“The devout believer Munashah obeys the divine commandment,” he said.
Only after the golden light dissipated did he slowly rise to convey the divine message.
"Her Majesty, please rest. All procedures shall continue."
After he finished speaking, the cardinal hesitated, "The saint is not here, shall we continue the proceedings?"
Munashe nodded, twirled the scepter in his hand for a moment, and then stopped explaining to the cardinal.
Instead, he gave Ling Wu a deep look.
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