Chapter 366
The cardinal who remained in place bent down and looked Ling Wu in the eye.
He asked Ling Wu in a tone so loving it made Mu Nashe frown, "You see, the bishop said that His Holiness the Pope is actually a very gentle person, isn't he?"
Lingwu nodded.
In the cardinal's eyes, it was as if a carefully dressed doll was nodding to him.
The next day, before the cardinal, who was preparing to travel to the westernmost part of the mainland, left, he said to Lingwu:
"When the bishop returns, I'll bring Cynthia the most beautiful doll on the continent."
“But Nora said that the saintess cannot play with dolls.” Lingwu shook her head.
“Ah, this…” the cardinal paused, then smiled, “If the great God of Light permits, it is permissible.”
Lingwu nodded thoughtfully.
The cardinal resisted the urge to pat the little girl's head and got into the carriage.
The journey has been fraught with difficulties, and it's uncertain when we'll return. I only hope that Cynthia can remain innocent forever.
“I pray fervently that the great God of Light will be pleased with Your Majesty the Holy Virgin.” He closed his eyes, gripped the scepter, and made the sign of the cross on his chest.
The cardinal led away half of the temple's followers, making the already cold temple even colder.
A month later, after finishing her daily prayers, Lingwu gave the soft pink cushion to Munashe.
She handed it over with both hands, and after a long wait, Mu Nashe hesitantly accepted it.
The cushion beneath his hands was softer than he had ever felt before, and it carried the cool fragrance of a young girl, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
"This is a cushion that Cynthia gave to His Holiness the Pope. Cynthia thinks His Holiness the Pope will like it."
"Don't you need it anymore?" Munashe's azure eyes were calm.
It was early summer, yet his ankle-length blond hair and solemn platinum robes remained untouched by the heat.
The same was true for the little girl in front of him.
“Cynthia will no longer be needed,” Ling Wu shook her head.
In today's prayer, He said that she would no longer need to kneel in worship.
Therefore, this cushion became useless.
Whether Munashe wants it or not, it's a good opportunity for her to win over people.
After all, nothing is more inspiring to believers than the fact that His Holiness the only and supreme Pope of the continent of Olay also believes in them.
Munashe did not accept the money, but still thanked her for her kindness.
Lingwu didn't force her, but instead entrusted the cushion to Ruola.
Nora was so happy she didn't know what to do, but dared not accept it. "Nora is very grateful for Her Majesty's gift. But I think that in the temple, no one would dare to accept a gift from the God of Light."
"Is that so?" Ling Wu asked.
"Of course, after all, this is the first time the God of Light has given such a substantial gift, and anyone would treasure it."
“Cynthia also treasured it,” Lingwu added, “along with the gold foil candies that Nora gave to Cynthia.”
Lingwu's unintentional remark caused Nora to lose interest in Celia, who was as enthusiastic as a sparrow, even afterward.
After all, the young girl in front of her placed her in a position as important as the God of Light.
Nora thought that if a calamity were to strike, she would throw herself in front of Her Majesty the Saint without hesitation, shielding her from all the swords!
Lingwu placed the cushions down and pondered.
In Cynthia's fragmented childhood memories, she remembers going to the Western Road by Munashe, not by the Cardinal.
But no one can change the terrible apocalypse that will spread across the western continent and prevent the light from shining down.
In short, after Cynthia grew up, no one could set foot on the Western Continent anymore. It was said that crows roamed there, evil spirits raged, and it was a place rejected by the gods.
Therefore, whenever heretics appeared, they were driven to the western continent by the believers.
Afterwards, the Western Continent became a playground for villains.
Cynthia guessed that the final outcome was due to the appearance of Celia, who was favored by the God of Light, who prayed for the return of light to the Western Continent, and only then did the Western Continent return to the embrace of the Aolai Continent.
Of course, this was just Cynthia's guess, since she was already dead at the time.
Only the God of Light knows the exact outcome.
As for the crows of the Western Continent...
Lingwu pondered, but the little crow still hadn't appeared by nightfall, so she closed her eyes.
The little crow only appeared stealthily after she fell asleep.
It covered its face with its wings, as if shyly peeking out a third of its eyes to steal a glance at the sleeping little girl.
Once it was sure the little girl was asleep, it quietly lowered its wings, turned its back, and coldly stared outside, becoming a knight guarding her safety at night.
He would occasionally steal a glance at the little girl, then cover his face with his wings.
The temple was unusually quiet at night. When Munashe passed by the temple of the Holy Maiden, he paused, as if he sensed something was amiss.
He tried to step forward, but was met with a snarling, baring Caucasian man.
Munashe could only guard outside the Holy Maiden's Temple all night until the strange occurrence disappeared.
During the day, Lingwu spends her time praying and studying etiquette and healing arts.
She learned very quickly and soon mastered the essence of healing magic.
Before long, Munashe personally began to teach him.
“Try to heal it.” Munashe took out the little hamster with the broken leg.
Lingwu stretched out her small hand, about the size of a hamster, and from a distance, white light gathered in her palm.
A warm and soft light filled almost the entire temple.
The believers were uncontrollably astonished by the scene:
"My God! Her Majesty the Holy Maiden truly lives up to her reputation as a chosen one of the gods!"
"No wonder the God of Light favors Her Majesty the Holy Maiden so much; I think no one could not love her!"
"When Her Majesty the Saint leaves the temple next year to bless the believers, I think the entire city of Gran will go crazy for Her Majesty the Saint!"
As they praised him, Munashe's heart trembled.
He looked down at the hamster, which had recovered completely and was now affectionately cuddling with the little girl, before calming himself down and meeting her gaze.
Ling Wu met his gaze and asked, "Your Holiness, has it been something I haven't done well enough?"
Munasha shook his head.
He handed the hamster to the believers and asked them to take it away.
The hamster struggled to jump off the cultist's hand and ran towards Cynthia, then stopped a step away from her and knelt down before her.
This bizarre action caused the believers to kneel down and prostrate themselves before Cynthia.
At that moment, a crazy idea popped into Munashe's mind.
He ordered the fanatical followers to leave, then picked up a dagger and slashed his own wrist.
What puzzled Lingwu was that Mu Nashe had a scar on his wrist that had only recently healed.
The blood that flowed out was not red, but had a faint golden tinge.
Golden blood, whether in the West or the East, belongs to the gods.
There wasn't much gold, and the mottled red looked incredibly cheap.
"Cynthia, can you heal my wrist?" Munashe's voice remained indifferent.
Ling Wu looked up and met his gaze. His icy blue eyes were calm, as if no one could stir any emotion within them.
“Cynthia can give it a try,” Ling Wu said, lowering her fingertips.
A small, pale hand hovered in mid-air, the white, holy light gathering within it heading towards the wound from which blood was dripping continuously.
Her face gradually turned pale.
"As expected, it still doesn't work," Munashe murmured to himself.
He calmly lowered his eyes, preparing to withdraw his hand, but then felt his wrist gradually healing.
A fine, persistent itch spread, and Munashe froze.
In the depths of those azure eyes, besides astonishment, there was also a hint of unreality, like someone who had finally seen the dawn after plunging into the darkness.
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