Chapter 364
On the first day, Lingwu successfully won over most of Ruola, who was always by the Saintess's side.
As night fell, bonfires were lit in the square of Gran City, and devout believers knelt on the ground, murmuring softly:
"Great God of Light, your humble believer offers you eternal faith..."
A crow circled in the dark sky, flew to the top of the church, and stared at the devout worshippers below.
Those amber-colored eyes seemed to hold a hint of mockery and disdain.
It raised its head high and finally flew towards the pasture.
It sensed that the ugly sparrow, which it cherished but could easily strangle, was there.
Inside the temple, Caucasus stared at the unfamiliar scene before him, his fierce eyes eventually softening into tenderness in the girl's warm embrace.
"Caucasus, Cynthia has some trouble sleeping."
"Woof~" it barked softly, showing a cute side of a tough guy with a tender heart.
Is the Caucasian singing?
"Woof~ Woof woof woof~"
Lingwu stroked its head, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
It seems that He has returned to Celia's side.
In the midst of Cynthia's tragic experiences, Celia appears pure and lovely.
Her smile was warm, and her manners were coarse, but she possessed a kind of magic that made people feel close to her and like her.
Even Nora, who hated Celia the most, gradually came to love and respect her.
Celia is truly kind.
But her kindness doesn't distinguish between good and evil.
When Cynthia is scorned by everyone, she will pull her up, hug her tightly, and drape a coat she has sewn herself over her shoulders.
He also saves a group of blood-stained believers from the sword of the crazed Duke Leon after Cynthia is killed by his followers.
It's as if she's helping the poor while simultaneously turning her back on them and letting the bullies continue to harass them.
Cynthia didn't resent her; what Cynthia liked was Celia's bright smile.
So let everyone smile brightly at Cynthia.
Lingwu stroked Caucasus's head and looked up at the moon, which radiated a soft glow in the sky.
Cynthia will become the incarnation of the moon goddess in the future.
"Caw caw—" The crow's cawing was hoarse and unpleasant.
It flew past the moon hanging in the sky, deliberately appearing before Lingwu's eyes, displaying its glossy black feathers.
On the continent of Olay, crows are despised birds.
Because the God of Light detests it.
Lingwu always felt that this crow was the same one she had saved half a year ago.
But she can't see it now, because the crow can't fly into the temple, and she can't leave the temple either.
She went back to bed to sleep, but when she looked up, she saw the crow standing on her windowsill, its amber eyes staring at her.
It's strange that this little crow could ignore the divine light that drove away birds from the temple.
The crow was preening its glossy coat...
No, it should be said that they are bald feathers.
It seemed to realize this itself, and remained stunned for a long time.
Before he could even look at her, he flapped his wings with incredible speed and vanished without a trace.
The plucked crow's rear end was exceptionally ugly, completely different from the little crow that Lingwu had found years ago.
But Lingwu had already decided; it was the one.
She can sense when someone who has been healed by her healing spell gets close to her.
And not long ago at the ranch.
The little grey dog spat out the black feather from its mouth and turned its head to see the freckled little girl who was startled.
It slowly approached her, but the little girl kept backing away.
Even under the threat of fear, she was able to stand up and walk on her own.
It just wobbled and twisted, and finally landed on its bottom on the hay.
Her cheek was scraped, and streaks of blood seeped out. The pain and fear made her cry out instantly.
"Waaaaah—"
This time, the little grey dog didn't go forward immediately. Instead, it turned around, picked up the feather, took it outside, lay down, and licked the bloody holes pecked into its body.
The noisy crying inside the house did not prompt Him to immediately comfort Him.
She had just witnessed the battle between the greyhound and the crow, and both the sound of the crow flapping its wings and the blood it shed terrified her.
His going in now would only make her more terrified.
For some reason, He thought of Cynthia, who had run to Him today and was also weeping.
Her beautiful amber eyes were misty with tears, and she didn't utter a sound even as she cried; only a single tear fell to the ground with a tiny sound.
He stared at the colorful and dreamlike feathers on the ground, and thought of the crows that humans had spoken of.
"They are entirely black, a symbol of sin."
Pitch black?
Before He could finish his thought, a freckled little girl timidly appeared behind Him.
Those brown eyes stared at him with a mixture of bewilderment and worry.
Celia is kind, and she knows that better than anyone else.
He was just curious about what the other little girl, who was born on the same day as Celia, was doing at that moment.
Did that annoying crow find her?
The next day, when He saw the little girl completely healed and even more beautiful than before, He was puzzled by His worries from the previous day.
He still couldn't hear what she was thinking.
He could see right through what others were thinking, but she was a mysterious being that He could never fathom.
Time flew by, and Lingwu saw the crow again a year later.
Its feathers were glossy and smooth, and under the moonlight, a faint iridescent light shimmered on its black surface.
Like a timeless clock hanging in the center of an ancient church, it inspires curiosity yet also makes one hesitate to approach.
But for Ling Wu, these things meant nothing.
She reached out her hand, and the crow flew in without hesitation.
During that year, she discovered that He would disappear whenever night fell, and she guessed that perhaps Celia needed His protection.
During the day, He would either appear in Caucasus's body or summon her at the temple, always asking strange and unusual questions.
For example, "How are you feeling today?"
Whenever she encounters these situations, she only answers a few questions before leaving.
He had gotten used to it, and even hesitated for a while before asking each question.
And her status became extremely high due to His frequent summons.
Even Nora, who was a nun, had her name recorded by the believers outside the temple.
She also heard from Nora that a statue of her had been erected in Gran City.
The people who built the sculpture were the same people she had seen when she stepped into the temple a year ago.
Lingwu thought for a moment, then reached out her fingertips to stroke the crow's little head, and then stroked it in the opposite direction.
It seemed stunned, as if struck by lightning, its amber eyes fixed on her, as if determined to remember her forever.
"Your feathers are so beautiful," the little girl praised sincerely.
This time, the crow carefully landed on her hand before flapping its wings and quickly flying away from the Saintess Temple.
It flew for an unknown amount of time until the cold wind woke it up. It then landed on a branch with only a few leaves left, spread its wings, and covered its head.
"Ya ya—" This time, its hoarse voice carried a strange hint of shyness.
It seemed that it still wasn't enough.
It spread its wings again and gathered the last few leaves in front of its head, hiding its head deep inside.
Only a section of the downy hairs stood up when Ling Wu stroked it against the grain was visible.
"Ya ya—" it called out shyly in a low voice.
Inside the Holy Maiden's Palace, Lingwu blinked and finally chose to drift off to sleep.
She will be able to leave the temple in another year.
That year, she needed to obtain more authority from Him.
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