Chapter 25: Heart of Ostara (1)

Also, you are the goddess of dawn, right? You actually created so many tentacles, isn't this something from the evil god? Moreover, they are wrapped around his body!

In extreme fear, Ron still couldn't help but complain in his heart. He tried to struggle, but the indescribable pressure had enveloped his entire body and he couldn't move at all.

Could it be that he was really going to die here? Why didn't Elsa, as the system, give any warning at all?

He subconsciously wanted to find Elsa, but found that Elsa had separated from his body at some point and was floating quietly beside him.

The long black and white hair fluttered gently.

She did not show any panic at Ron's predicament, as if she did not care about the life or death of her host Ron at all.

Elsa was just as quiet as before.

She tilted her head, her beautiful eyes staring quietly at the goddess statue opposite. For the first time, Ron saw a different expression on that pretty face: she was confused.

Why was he confused? Ron's panic seemed to be infected by Elsa's tranquility. He then found that the situation was a little different from what he expected.

The statue opened its eyes.

The gaze of the goddess.

But this kind of attention was obviously different from the attention he had received outside the church before.

The sight outside the temple made Ron feel uneasy, sharp and depressing.

Although the goddess's gaze made Ron panic, he didn't feel much else. At most, he could hear some delicate sounds in his ears.

He couldn't understand what these whispers were trying to convey! He didn't show any signs of losing control or going crazy. Although the slender, transparent tentacles were wrapped around him, they didn't hurt Ron's body. The tentacles just moved slowly, as if they were sensing something, although the touch was somewhat strange.

Smooth and warm, just like the delicate skin of a young girl.

Only Ron and at most Elsa could see all this. In the eyes of Virgil next to him, Ron was just staring at the statue of the Goddess of Dawn in front of him in a daze.

This gave Virgil a strange feeling.

Virgil knew that his brother was a rather... well, frank person.

He liked beautiful women and made no secret of it, and Virgil didn't dislike such guys.

But there are so many people like this, in the church and among the nobility, even himself... ahem, he, Virgil, is a gentleman, different from those people.

The statue of the goddess was indeed carved very perfectly. Even the most beautiful nun would be overshadowed by the statue of the goddess of dawn. However, it was the first time that Virgil saw an idiot who dared to stare at the statue of the goddess.

Could this brother be thinking of some terrible picture in his mind? Seeing this, Virgil was afraid that his good brother would pick up a feather pen and write two obscene poems on the statue...

Blasphemy, even if the Dawn Goddess may no longer exist, it is definitely blasphemy.

He couldn't just watch his good brother fall into such depravity. Even if he was lustful, there were plenty of beautiful nuns in the church. He definitely couldn't set his sights on the goddess. If the old-fashioned people in the church saw this, they would definitely make a scene.

"Brother, come back to your senses." Virgil grinned and reached out to pat Ron on the shoulder.

But before his hand could touch Ron, the statue of the goddess in front of him suddenly burst into a dazzling light. Virgil's face changed slightly and he subconsciously stepped back.

Then, the light suddenly shrank.

Right in the center of the light, there was a crystal clear heart-shaped necklace that looked like crystal.

Without the contrast of light, the necklace fell downwards and landed right in Ron's outstretched palm.

The tentacles wrapped around his body had disappeared, and Ron had regained control of his body. He looked at the goddess statue in front of him with a complicated expression, and the goddess statue also returned to normal, its eyes opened and drooped again, no different from when he first saw it.

Ron didn't know what this meant, and he didn't even have a direction to think about.

The only thing that was certain was that the goddess's mutation had not had any negative impact on her for the time being.

He let out a long breath and looked down at the necklace in his palm: The Heart of Ostara!

[Heart of Ostara: A special item, it will become your second heart. ]

The equipment did not belong to any grade, and the introduction was very simple and not difficult to understand, but Ron felt an indescribable chill.

Ostara, this is... the honorific name of the goddess of dawn!

After a long while, Ron silently hung the Heart of Ostara around his neck.

Virgil next to him had a dazed look on his face, his eyes were wide open, and he hadn't even recovered from the shock he had just experienced.

Damn, what on earth is going on? Could this be a gift from the goddess?

Why did this blessing, which had not appeared for thousands of years and had never been received by even the Pope, fall upon Ron? Could it be that it was because this guy stared at the statue with blasphemous eyes? Is this really ridiculous?

Virgil simply couldn't understand it. His eyes were in complete confusion as he kept looking back and forth between Ron and the goddess statue. If he didn't know Ron's background, he would even suspect that Ron had some affair with the Goddess of Dawn.

Hiss… Using the word adultery to describe the Goddess of Dawn is simply blasphemy.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Immediately afterwards, Virgil's body shivered, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans began to roll down his face.

He remembered that he had said to Ron before that the goddess might no longer exist... Would the goddess punish him for what he said? Virgil was horrified.

Wait, if Brother Ron received the goddess's blessing because he stared at the statue with blasphemous eyes, although Virgil felt that such a goddess was simply sick, but...if I did the same thing, would it be possible...

A thought emerged in my chest, and in an instant, a burning sensation spread throughout my body.

Virgil's throat was moving. After a few seconds, this originally very smart bishop made a decision. He tried hard to adjust the expression on his face, and looked at the statue in front of him with three parts of contempt, three parts of ridicule, three parts of blasphemy, and one part of indifference in his eyes.

"ah!"

The next moment, Virgil screamed, covered his eyes with his hands, and squatted down.

Blood was gushing out from between his fingers.

Seeing Virgil's face covered in blood, Ron was surprised: "Brother, what happened to you?"

"No, I'm fine..." Virgil stopped screaming, put down his hands, and wiped his face with his sleeves.

There was still a crimson glow in front of my eyes. I saw Ron's figure in the dim light, and I felt sad and angry.

Why? Why? Why? Everyone was doing the same thing, why did Ron receive the goddess's blessing, while he was punished by the goddess?

Just because Ron was a little more handsome and younger than him? Isn't the Dawn Goddess too hypocritical? Of course, Virgil would never dare to speak out his thoughts. Once he did, his eyes would not just be hurt, but would probably turn into paste in an instant.

Even more sad is that Virgil helplessly discovered that although he was punished by the goddess, his faith in his heart not only did not decrease, but was even more devout than ever before, because his goddess... still existed.

He felt annoyed at his own cowardice, took a deep breath, suppressed the grief and anger in his heart, and even forced a smile at Ron: "Oh, my brother, I'm fine, please don't worry, congratulations, you have been recognized by the goddess."

“Now, let’s see what career in the church you are suited for.”

As he spoke, Virgil looked at the Dawn Bible placed on the altar in front of the statue of the goddess.

The thick title page flipped open out of thin air. There was no wind at all in the church, but the pages rustled.

After a few seconds, the Dawn Bible stopped at a special page. On the page was a picture of a man in a white robe praying devoutly in front of the statue of the goddess.

"My brother, you seem suitable to be a...priest?"

The first chapter is here. Thank you for your support. 　　 　 (End of this chapter)