Chapter 363
The little girl knelt before the statue of the God of Light, her long hair flowing down her back, and the white-gold robe that matched his looked very sacred on her.
Lingwu stood up and looked at Mu Nashe.
She was certain that Munashes, who was "walking with God," was hiding a secret.
Cynthia spent eighteen years at the temple, and the past experiences of the temple's followers, nuns, and even cardinals were all recorded.
Only the past experiences of Munashe are unseen.
Perhaps the saintess's status was not high enough, or perhaps he had hidden those experiences from himself.
The moment their azure eyes met, Munashe seemed to understand why the God of Light had made exceptions for her time and time again.
—She is just too perfect.
Even if she were just gazing at someone so gently, she would make that person want to give up everything.
Like a pure white camellia swaying in the wind on the snow-covered Mount Olympus in winter, pure, white, and proud.
She slowly withdrew her gaze, and as she lowered her eyes, they became moist with a layer of mist due to drowsiness.
It seems even the God of Light couldn't bear to see her sad.
Otherwise, why would they let her go down to rest, while the grand ceremony prepared for her was to continue to be proclaimed to all believers?
Because He did not want anyone to look down on her.
Unaware that her single glance had led Mu Nashe to make so many guesses, Ling Wu was led by Ruola into her own Saintess Palace.
Instead of going to the Temple of the Saintess first, she asked, "Sister Nora, where is my Caucasian?"
Nora waved her hand in alarm: "Your Holiness, please do not call the poor Nora 'sister'."
“You are the noble Holy Maiden, the only chosen one of the great God of Light, while I am just a nun of common birth.”
"This title is an offense to you, and even more so, a blasphemy against the great God of Light!"
Ling Wu looked up to meet her gaze, soothing her fear, and changed her question: "So, Ruola, where is the Caucasus?"
Nora met those clear, amber eyes, and for some reason, her fear gradually subsided. She answered in an extremely gentle and loving voice:
"The God of Light allows Lord Caucasus to become your only knight, and from now on Lord Caucasus will protect your safety outside your Temple of the Holy Maiden."
"So I think it will soon be brought here by the believers."
Lingwu nodded, staring expectantly at the doorway.
Nora found it both funny and heartbreaking.
At first, I thought Her Majesty the Saint had wisdom beyond that of a normal child, but now I realize that she is just a one-year-old child.
Even though she was raised under the protection of the God of Light, she was still the apple of the eye of Duke Leon's eye, pampered and spoiled in his manor.
At this moment, she felt a pang of sympathy for her Holy Maiden.
This magnificent, exquisite, solemn yet cold temple of the saints needs someone to live there forever.
Cynthia had lived in the Temple of the Holy Maiden for eighteen years, so Lingwu was not curious.
What she wanted to know was whether it was the Caucasus or Him who was coming.
A huge, furry dog came towards her, and the little girl ran to hug it before she could even see it clearly.
Nora was enjoying watching, but upon realizing what was happening, she immediately offered a reminder:
"Your Holiness, your noble hands must never be tainted by the scent of any living creature!"
Nora also wanted to say, "As a noble saint, one should not make such undignified movements by walking or jogging."
But the little girl had already stopped; she stood there listlessly, like a cat with a broken leg.
Nora could already imagine that the little girl who had just been looking at her so sweetly must now have eyes full of sadness.
She began to regret why she had stopped him.
Lingwu's eyes welled up with tears, but not from grievance or sadness, but from exhaustion.
The Caucasian man opposite her walked with exceptional elegance, but his indifferent dark eyes were fixed on the little girl.
Why was she crying again? He couldn't understand.
She saw the dog's usual attempts to please her, actions she remembered.
It will lie on the ground, raise its head, and wag its tail.
The little girl would immediately put down everything she was doing, smile, and reach out to stroke its head.
He was only thinking about it, but the body had already done such a coaxing thing to her.
But the tears that had been welling up in the little girl's eyes fell with a "plop" onto the cold ground when she saw it, and the tears bloomed into a flower.
She lowered her head and explained remorsefully, "I'm sorry, Caucasus, Cynthia can't touch you anymore."
He paused, then suddenly realized the two names she had mentioned when she met him earlier.
So this is what the Caucasian Shepherd Dog is.
What saddened her was that she would never be able to pet the dog again.
This is easy to solve.
"Thump—" The statue made another sound.
Before long, Munashe himself came.
He said, "The great God of Light, the specially granted knight Caucasus, receives daily blessings from the saint herself."
Blessing has always involved believers reaching out and touching the head of the person praying for blessings.
This means that Ling Wu can now touch the Caucasus.
"Really?" The little girl smiled beautifully.
Munashe glanced at her briefly, then lowered his gaze, nodded, gripped his scepter, and turned to leave.
As she turned around, a glimmer of hope appeared in her long-dormant azure eyes, but it quickly faded again.
He didn't pay attention to the Caucasus.
Caucasus didn't pay attention to him either, but kept staring at Lingwu.
She's already been allowed to touch the Caucasian, so why won't she look him in the eye?
Lingwu raised her small face and stroked Caucasus's head.
A feeling of joy instantly enveloped Him.
“Luckily, Cynthia had Caucasus with her,” the little girl said.
He felt a surge of joy, which only deepened his confusion.
"fine".
It's just "okay".
Lingwu withdrew her hand and, when she met Ruola's gaze, obediently covered her lips to suppress a yawn.
But the tears, which she had been holding back, welled up again.
Nora's heart was completely captivated by these few tears, and she took out the candy she cherished.
"Your Majesty's demeanor is excellent today, so this candy, which was once bathed in divine light, is a gift from Nora to Your Majesty."
As Nora spoke, she handed over a gold foil candy wrapped in oiled paper with both hands.
Gold leaf is not edible.
However, the Ole royal family has always regarded this as a symbol of power, and the temple, as the center of divine authority, naturally would not lag behind.
Lingwu took the candy, but did not open it or swallow it.
Under Ruola's questioning gaze, Lingwu said, "This is the first gift Cynthia has received from Ruola. Cynthia should keep it safe."
After she finished speaking, she wrapped the candy in another layer and then placed it by the bedside.
“Once Cynthia learns the divine spells, this gift can be treasured forever.”
After the little girl finished speaking, her face flushed, she looked at Nora and said solemnly, "Nora was Cynthia's first friend in the temple."
Lingwu closed her eyes wearily after saying her last sentence.
Overwhelmed with honor, Nora looked at the small, soft bundle in front of her, and her eyes slowly reddened.
She bent down and gently tucked the blanket around Lingwu.
This was the first time she had felt that, aside from the reverence and faith, the temple was cold and impersonal.
But now that she has Her Majesty the Holy Maiden, she feels that there is another meaning to her existence beyond faith.
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