Chapter 374
He walked slowly toward the Temple of the Holy Maiden, ignoring the persistent gaze of Munasha.
Munashe, who was kneeling on the ground, failed to catch up.
He remained remarkably clear-headed amidst a group of wildly excited believers.
Munashe looked up at the statue of the God of Light, a provocative smile on his lips.
So, even you have a day when you have to step down from your pedestal and bow your head.
Munashe thought to herself.
But he knew that He had heard.
Coincidentally, the God of Light was bending down and placing the sleeping little girl in his arms onto the soft bed.
"So, even you have a day when you have to step down from your pedestal and bow your head."
At that moment, He was indeed bowing his head.
When the gods are offended, the entire world will face annihilation.
"Crack—" A bolt of lightning tore the sky apart.
A tremendous sound rang out, and the believers on the street were filled with immense panic. They all knelt down and prayed to the God of Light.
The little girl on the bed was also disturbed and frowned her pretty brows.
His golden eyes lowered, gazing at her, his indifferent gaze subtly outlining the little girl's features.
Cynthia's furrowed brow extinguished His anger.
Suddenly, the accumulated dark clouds disappeared, and dawn returned to the earth.
Munashe smiled faintly.
But suddenly a stream of sweet, fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He casually lifted his white sleeve and wiped away the blood.
Bloodstains, a mixture of crimson and gold, stained his sacred papal robes, but he showed no pain; instead, he curled his lips into a smile.
When the God of Light left, he did not forget to give a divine message to Munashe.
"Cynthia is allowed to return home monthly."
This time, Munashe did not provoke them again, but instead raised his hands as if to receive the invisible divine decree.
He lowered his head and swallowed the sweet, metallic taste in his throat again and again.
“You, the devout believer Munashe, respectfully obey the divine decree.” Munashe smiled.
Ling Wu didn't wake up until late at night.
The little crow on the windowsill suddenly woke up and flapped its wings, trying to fly away.
"If you leave, you're not allowed to come back again." Lingwu looked at it.
The little crow turned its head away, looking aggrieved and shy. Perhaps because it often covered its head with its wings, the downy feathers on its little head stood up in a messy manner.
"Yay~" it responded softly.
Lingwu understood its meaning, "Not running away anymore?"
"Yay." The little crow nodded.
Lingwu stretched out her hand, beckoning it to come over, and it obediently flew onto her hand, where it was held by Lingwu.
"Can you crows turn into humans?" Lingwu asked.
The little crow pretended to be stupid, tilting its head to the left and then to the right.
In short, I won't answer.
Ling Wu's smile remained unchanged. "Then what do you think about Princess Leolabell and Princess Yu'an, whom the Queen mentioned, becoming my study companions in the future?"
This time, it didn't play dumb.
It shook its head urgently, and the little downy hairs on its head swayed from side to side.
"Yay!" it cried out, sounding aggrieved.
"Oh? You know them?" Ling Wu asked, looking down.
The little crow was stunned.
Ling Wu didn't press the matter further. "So, what do you think of Serafina?"
Although the little crow wanted to nod, it stopped itself and tried its best to act like a foolish crow.
Even after Lingwu made it leave, it still thought it had disguised itself very well.
"Wait," Ling Wu called out.
The little crow stopped, then flew back.
"Don't show up on my windowsill next time."
As soon as Ling Wu uttered those words, the little crow was visibly disappointed.
Its wings slowly fell, and its head drooped, twitching as if it had been thoroughly defeated.
“Next time, just fly in directly,” Ling Wu added as her last sentence.
The little crow, twitching slightly, let out a high-pitched cry: "Dumb?"
"You can go now, I have something to do." Ling Wu nodded.
The little crow belatedly realized that her nod was her response to his "Duh?"
It was a little shy, flapping its wings and looking back three times before finally flying towards the palace.
In the palace, Serafina opened her eyes, covering them with her hands, her somber demeanor tinged with intense shyness.
Like...
A lovely young girl who received a red rose from her sweetheart.
Lingwu then got up and, after confirming that Caucasus had not been possessed by the God of Light, left the Temple of the Holy Maiden.
She prepared to go and find Munashe.
This was the first believer to devoutly surrender to her beneath the statue of the Goddess of Light.
Munashe stared at the robes he had changed out of.
The cuffs of the robe were stained with golden blood.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around and was not surprised to see Ling Wu. Instead, he smiled.
"You've arrived. I've been waiting for you."
As he spoke, he picked up a dusty book.
The book's cover was thick and decorated with intricate gold patterns.
A huge Holy Cross occupies the entire cover.
Before the Holy Cross, a blond boy who had lost his eyes lay on the ground, and a brown-haired girl reached out her hand to him.
Munashes knelt down, presented the book depicting the Holy Cross with both hands, and said, "I think my past will help you."
Seeing Lingwu looking at the book cover, he still had a smile on his face, the traces of ice and snow in his eyes turning into a warm spring.
"You have already met this savior-like girl today, but that blond boy is not the real me."
“My past has been altered, but rest assured, this is my experience of correcting everything I know back to its original state.”
Lingwu didn't accept it, but instead asked him, "Mu Nashe, what do you want?"
Mu Nashe felt relieved when he heard Ling Wu call his real name.
He said, "I want to die peacefully after helping you finish everything."
He remained calm, without any fanaticism, saying, "Perhaps I shouldn't be in this state."
“But you know, He can hear what we think, even when He is not here.”
"So I could only try to maintain a deathly calm so that He wouldn't notice me."
Lingwu extended her fingertips, and although the golden light was not as magnificent as during the day, it repaired Munashe's body, which had been severely injured due to offending the gods.
"This time, it is the moon goddess who bestows a blessing upon the devout believers."
The birth of a new god must have His name.
In the continent of Olay, regardless of whether the original meaning of the name "Cynthia" was actually that of the moon goddess, it will become the name of the moon goddess in the future.
After saying that, she took the book containing everything about Munashe and turned to walk outside where the moonlight was gathering.
The moonlight shone down, covering her white and gold robes with a soft, shimmering glow.
She carried the hopes of Munashe forward step by step, without looking back.
Munashe murmured:
"By the Moon Goddess, your devout follower Munashe, praise you."
Your name will eventually be known to every citizen of the continent of Olay.
Your name will be engraved deep in the souls of all believers.
As long as your soul lives on, your name will endure forever.
When Lingwu returned to the Saintess Palace, the Caucasian's fierce eyes gradually softened. It wagged its tail happily, contentedly receiving a pat on the head from Lingwu.
The gods of the small world are born from faith, and the purer the believer, the stronger the faith.
At this moment, the devout faith from Munashe allows Lingwu to see everything in the temple where Munashe is located.
She also knew what was on his mind.
Lingwu opened the book that depicted a brown-haired girl and a blond boy.
The heavy book was opened, and the carefully corrected marks came into Lingwu's view.
Here lies a secret belonging to Pope Monash, which neither Cynthia nor the other Pope Monashia could uncover.
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