Chapter 381
At this moment in the main city of Ascaria, a little raven perched on a windowsill, gazing in the direction of the royal city of Saint Louis.
It made no physical movements, yet Lingwu could sense its excitement.
"Are you preparing a surprise for me?" Ling Wu asked.
The little crow had turned to look at Lingwu the moment she spoke.
But even after Lingwu finished speaking, it maintained its original posture.
However, if it stays like that for too long, it becomes stiff.
It went from unbelievable to taken for granted, and then to frustration.
Lingwu didn't know why such a variety of emotions could appear on the face of a little crow.
Compared to "sacrifice", it has many more emotions.
It even looks somewhat like a human.
Under Lingwu's gaze, it blinked, pretending not to understand.
Lingwu didn't press it, but instead asked, "Is Serafina still in Gran City?"
What will happen to Serafina, the daughter of the queen's elder sister, in Ascaria?
The little crow nodded directly again this time.
Ling Wu didn't dwell on it for long. "What is her purpose?"
She didn't see anything wrong with asking Serafina herself, even though she was in a different guise.
The little crow didn't see anything wrong with it.
So it said, "Dumb..."
But as soon as it made that unpleasant sound, it shut its mouth.
Its amber-colored eyes darted around, then it flapped its wings, assuming a striking posture.
He cautiously approached Lingwu and pointed to the Holy Cross that she was holding in her hand.
Lingwu seemed to understand its meaning, and looked down at the Holy Cross in her palm.
"Does Serafina want to overthrow the temple?"
The little crow nodded and then shook its head.
"So, you want to overthrow Him?"
The little crow nodded, with unwavering resolve.
It covered its face shyly before speaking in human language, "Hit Him!"
As soon as the hoarse, unpleasant sound came out, it immediately shut its mouth.
This is also why it has been unwilling to speak for so many days.
Because its voice is unpleasant!
The reason it doesn't sound good...
The little crow stared at the Holy Cross, its eyes filled with disgust.
It was He who robbed it of its beautiful voice!
Ling Wu was not surprised.
In the days that followed, the little crow remained mostly silent.
Only when Lingwu occasionally appears before believers to bestow blessings will it symbolically speak human language, thus perfecting Lingwu's image.
Time flies, another three years have passed.
Karl, carrying the oracle of the moon goddess, conquered six cities, including Ascaria.
In the Western Continent today, half the population worships the moon goddess Cynthia.
Among them, Karl, who was so devout that he fanatically believed in the moon goddess, was also well-known.
If mentioning the name "Karl" and some people still can't remember it...
Then, as long as you mention "the two-meter-tall giant in missionary attire", everyone will know about him!
As for the city of Ascaria today, all the residents are still outspoken, but they are no longer as quick to throw punches and fight as they were three years ago.
Anyone who causes trouble on the road will be personally arrested and imprisoned by Lord Sirci, one of the devout moon goddesses.
During these three years, Karl, who held the belief that he could demonstrate his abilities to the gods, would only pray for Lingwu's arrival if he successfully conquered a city.
The first time, Lingwu rode quickly and arrived ahead of time.
The second time, Lingwu, who had gained a large amount of faith, was able to teleport short distances and appear directly in front of everyone.
The third time, the fourth time...
Her appearances became more and more grand each time.
The people who were initially hesitant all stopped wavering when they saw the miracles she performed with a wave of her hand.
The daily infusion of immense faith caused everyone to feel reverence for Cynthia whenever her body appeared, instinctively kneeling before her.
Therefore, the further into the city Lingwu went, the less she needed to wave her hand; she could transform the wavering citizens into devout believers.
While gaining immense faith from them, Lingwu did not forget to bring them benefits.
The most obvious change is that everyone's body is no longer consumed by anger.
Now, Lingwu's long, curly black hair has reached her ankles, and her clothes can be woven by a power similar to that of gods.
But Lingwu still wore the long dress that Ruola and the nuns had woven for her by hand.
Sincerity was the key to her winning over Nora, one of her most devout followers, and she would not abandon it.
At this moment, Lingwu was the only one in the temple, and she held the Holy Cross in her hands.
Finally, after three years, he spoke for the first time, calling for His coming:
“‘Sacrifice,’ Cynthia misses you.”
The moment she finished speaking, the Holy Cross in her hand grew hotter and hotter, but then cooled down to warmth.
Lingwu waited for a long time.
It went on for so long that she thought something had happened to the God of Light.
Just then, He appeared before her eyes, radiating a white-gold light.
This time, Lingwu, who had gained a great deal of faith, saw His white-gold robe and His long golden hair.
In fact, if you only look at these things, Lingwu thinks that "祀" and 慕那舍 are very similar.
However, the face of "Sacrifice" is still not clearly visible.
Perhaps more faith is needed to see the face of God.
"Cynthia, how are you feeling today?"
He asked the same question as he had three years ago, even though they had never met in those three years.
This time, Lingwu didn't answer, but instead asked, "How is 'Si' feeling today?"
He stood before Lingwu, pondering the answer to that question.
This was also the first time that communication took place with Lingwu sitting at the head of the table and Him standing at the foot.
But He didn't care, He just stood there.
Within that veiled face, Lingwu could sense a pair of golden eyes meeting her gaze.
“Very good,” He replied.
"Then why are you so late?"
"Si" looked at her and listened to her question.
He recalled the bewilderment he felt when he first heard her voice.
Three years is not a long time for a god, but it felt like a long winter to Him.
He waits every day, wondering what Cynthia is going through, and whether Cynthia has seen another version of Him.
Later, He listened to the unchanging prayers that had lasted for millennia, gazing down from His throne.
Sometimes He wondered if Cynthia had ever really existed.
Until that voice appeared, "Sacrifice, Cynthia misses you"...
"Cynthia, are you unhappy?" He asked instead of answering.
Lingwu shook her head. "No, I'm just a little disappointed by your lateness. It makes Cynthia feel that the longing only comes from Cynthia alone."
The little girl placed her hands on her lap, her long, dark curly hair cascading down, and her white dress with gold trim made her look like a deity.
"祀" felt a little happy because Cynthia looked like a god.
But He asked, “Cynthia, have you ever lied to me?”
Ling Wu remained expressionless, and even the curve of her smile did not change.
“Cynthia learns a lot every day under the guidance of her followers and understands that deception is also a sin, so Cynthia will not deceive you.”
"Si" cannot hear what Lingwu is thinking.
At that moment, He looked at Lingwu and said, "Sweet words are sinful before the gods."
The young girl lowered her head, seemingly wounded by His merciless words, and unconsciously clenched the Holy Cross in her hand.
He never raised his head again.
During this time, "Si" felt a deep sense of regret.
He was confused about why he had this emotion.
In five hundred years, He never had a moment of regret.
But when he truly felt that he regretted it, he tried to explain.
"Sacrifice": "Xin..."
He only managed to utter one word before Ling Wu interrupted him.
Ling Wu: "Cynthia doesn't have sweet words, Cynthia just misses you too much."
"Of course, if you don't like it, Cynthia will not call you again, just like she has for the past three years."
"Cynthia, I'm sorry to have bothered you."
She finished speaking in a string, still without looking up.
The explanation of "sacrifice" now seems pale; He doesn't know how to resolve it.
With a "plop," a tear fell onto the Holy Cross that the little girl was clutching tightly in her hand.
The sound was actually very faint, but "Si" heard it exceptionally clearly.
This was also the first time He had seen Cynthia cry.
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