At this point, the choice of the saint is obvious.
But the journey chosen by God must still be completed.
It was already night when Jiang Jiang was taken to her residence by the nuns.
The older nun reminded her, "Your Highness, when the first bell rings this morning, please change into your holy robes. His Holiness the Pope wishes to see you."
Jiang Jiang took the clothes. It was still pure white, but the texture and touch were excellent, like flowing milk, with golden embroidery on the cuffs and collar.
"Thank you, I understand."
Seeing her staring at the embroidery, the nun smiled and explained: "This is the language of God, the language of God. Only you and the Pope can have it on your clothes."
This represents the qualification to have a dialogue with God.
Jiang Jiang stroked the golden words. Perhaps because the fabric was so soft, for a moment she had the illusion that her fingertips were being kissed.
...I must be hallucinating because I'm too tired these days.
Jiang Jiang almost threw herself into the bathtub in the bathroom. In the carriage, the nuns could only wash their faces when they occasionally stopped by the river.
She hasn't had a proper bath for a long time.
--
It's late at night.
In the saint's room.
A hazy human-shaped figure approached the sleeping girl on the bed.
He touched the edge of the bed with his hand, and seeing that no damage was done, he carefully touched her fair face and pressed her bright red lips with his fingertips.
Perhaps disturbing her, she uttered a sound in her sleep, and his fingertips just happened to touch the tip of her wet tongue.
Gods are supposed to be emotionless.
But at this moment, He suddenly felt His heart beating.
However, soon, the figure formed by the light disappeared from the room.
In the city of gods.
Raphael ruthlessly extinguished the projection of his own consciousness.
...It was He who was touched by the contact in the church today, and who divided a trace of consciousness to get close to the girl, but it was also He who was angry at that trace of consciousness's coveting of her.
The God of Love observed her contradictory behavior and offered a suggestion: "If you need, I can make her fall in love with you."
Why be so cautious?
"No need." Raphael's face darkened. "She is still too weak to withstand your divine power."
Besides.
"It would be too cruel to make her fall in love with a god who is currently unreachable."
His face showed the compassion that only a god could show.
But in his heart, he was moved by the proposal of the god of love.
--
"Your Holiness, Her Highness Evelina is here."
The knight in silver knight costume brought her in and stood quietly at the door.
The Pope was a dignified old man with gray hair. His eyes no longer had the kindness that the bishop had shown to the younger generation yesterday. Instead, he looked at him with scrutiny: "You are Helena's niece."
Jiang Jiang nodded.
The Pope continued, "Your talent is even more extraordinary than Helena's twelve years ago."
The Pope had a smile on his face, but Jiang Jiang didn't hear any smile in his tone. It seemed like he was expressing emotion.
Jiang Jiang felt that he was not very friendly and could only say: "I will do my best to convey God's will and protect the Church and the Empire, just like my aunt."
The Pope looked at her deeply and did not respond to her words. Instead, he said, "Your aunt is leaving the imperial capital this afternoon. You can go and see her off."
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