Chapter 133, Chapter Thirty-Four: The Lost Manor
The Second Holy War ended with many setbacks.
Exhausted, but the journey went relatively smoothly. The barrier was breached twice along the way due to the guards' laziness.
That was the most chaotic and tense moment of the entire battlefield. Once the barrier was breached, it was like a mosquito net with holes, and demons instantly spread throughout the manor.
Before Cheng Yuzhou could take action, Song Xiaona's voice came over the loudspeaker:
"Zheng Jianbin and Wang Chenghuan, please proceed immediately to the rose garden and the 9 o'clock defense zone and scatter millet in the poppy-dense areas."
“The groups at 5 and 6 o’clock, and 1 and 2 o’clock, each group will send one person to support Zheng Jianbin and Wang Chenghua at the original positions of 7 and 12 o’clock.”
She specifically added: "Zheng Jianbin and Wang Chenghua are requested to go alone. The other members of their respective groups must remain at their posts and are not allowed to leave!"
Looking at the scene before her, Li Yufei saw that Cheng Yuzhou had just scattered a grain of millet outside the barrier before the broadcast.
The millet grains grow rapidly after landing, reaching a height of seven or eight meters in the blink of an eye.
The heavy ears of poppies hung from the branches like bait for fishing, attracting the surrounding poppies to frantically attack the barrier and turn to entwine themselves around it.
The poppies swarmed around the millet, multiplying and forming a huge ball of flowers. Suddenly, a loud popping sound rang out!
The central ears of grain burst open, each grain ignited with the fire of faith, exploding into pieces and scattering like fireworks, wiping out the demons within a ten-meter radius.
Having discovered the usefulness of the millet, Cheng Yuzhou and Li Yufei were discussing how to contact the other two people who had obtained it.
There were only two people in their group, so deciding who should notify them and who should stay behind was a problem.
Before any agreement could be reached, Song Xiaona made a broadcast first.
"Go quickly!" Li Yufei urged. "The other group will send people over soon. I'm fine here. Go early, otherwise the demons that broke into the manor will multiply and it will be even more difficult to deal with."
Cheng Yuzhou glanced in the direction of the radio station.
Having just carried out the assassination plan, she now intends to separate them.
"I'll be back soon." He touched Li Yufei's hand to make sure the black mist on her ring finger was still there, and then applied another layer of protection against humans.
Fearing she might be coerced or controlled, Cheng Yuzhou also set up protections against self-harm.
"Feifei, you must not leave, and especially do not pay any attention to Song Xiaona's people."
"Oh, I know, you're so long-winded." Li Yufei knew that Cheng Yuzhou also felt that something was wrong just now, but she wasn't stupid. Song Xiaona had already brought three strong men to surround her, so she wouldn't easily fall into Song Xiaona's trap again.
"Go quickly, go quickly."
Cheng Yuzhou walked away, turning back every few steps.
The magical millet is incredibly powerful, like a powerful bomb with its own suction force.
Like the Divine Card, it is precisely targeted at demons, has no effect on buildings or humans, and is only for the holder to use.
The top three abbots who received the grain each took a piece of the severely affected area invaded by demons, and quickly eliminated a large number of demons.
They dealt with the toughest challenges, and the remaining scattered demons were searched by drawing people with relatively low faith levels from various groups.
Cheng Yuzhou rushed back and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Li Yufei still safely in her place.
Song Xiaona was probably still in shock and confusion over Dean's unusual behavior. She knew that this action had aroused his vigilance and that he probably wouldn't make a move in the short term—rationally she understood this, but not being able to see Li Yufei still made Cheng Yuzhou anxious and worried.
He experienced the happiness of being inseparable from her, and his tolerance for separation became increasingly lower.
Cheng Yuzhou could no longer recall how he had endured the days when he couldn't reach her.
He could no longer endure that loneliness and darkness for even a moment longer.
At midnight, the eerie black clouds and the charging demons dispersed and quickly left the scene without stopping.
One second they were attacking frantically, and the next second they vanished from the spot.
Looking at the scallops outside, Li Yufei seemed to see herself in front of the camera. She was in the same posture when she went offline, too lazy to make any more expressions.
Everyone is trying their best to live—
She doesn't care what difficulties they have; they can all just die!
The one who contributed the most to this holy war was not the magical grain, nor the divine card, but the wheelchair.
The last round of hiking took at least twelve hours, and Li Yufei almost developed varicose veins. This time, she felt much better after walking and sitting for a while.
But I was still tired, especially since I smelled fishy.
Putting everything else aside, couldn't Cheng Yuzhou raise his faith value to 200 and go to war alone in the future?
Or, why can't the Mass be changed to a sign-in system? Can't Cheng Yuzhou sign her in for her? She already has a goddess card, why does she still have to go to class by herself?
After taking a shower and sleeping soundly, Li Yufei woke up in the afternoon.
She lay in bed, feeling dizzy and lost in thought for a while, before slowly turning over.
She rolled onto a pair of strong, long thighs.
Li Yufei looked up and met Cheng Yuzhou's dark, jade-like eyes.
He sat on the bed, holding a book.
Li Yufei checked the cover; it wasn't a romance novel, but a history of philosophy.
Loading cargo.
"Are you hungry?" Cheng Yuzhou asked her, closing his book.
Li Yufei propped herself up on his legs and nodded haphazardly, "Just make whatever you like, not too dry, not too sticky, not too oily, not Western-style, not too heavy. Just make whatever you think is best."
She casually mentioned breakfast and then went to the bathroom to wash up.
After cleaning up, a bowl of thin-skinned wontons was placed on the table.
She sat down at the table, and Cheng Yuzhou took out a plate of steamed dumplings from the pot. Li Yufei asked, "What about you?"
"I've already eaten." He wiped his hands and pointed towards the door. "The dress for tonight's ball has been delivered."
Li Yufei turned her head to look.
The moment the elegant black evening gown came into view, she was overjoyed; all her hard work yesterday had paid off.
"So, there's a dance tonight?" The Emperor was delighted and personally offered Cheng Yuzhou a steamed dumpling.
"Yes, the same as last time." Cheng Yuzhou lowered his head, and as he bit down, he remembered the mochi from that time.
She had taken a bite out of her mouth, and was staring at him with blinking eyes, wanting him to eat the other half.
Cheng Yuzhou's ears flushed red. Now that their relationship was closer, he wasn't sure if he should also learn to flirt.
He wasn't used to being so proactive, but he also didn't want Li Yufei to think he was a dull and boring man.
While he was struggling with his decision, he shoved the whole steamed dumpling into his mouth.
What are you doing? You're not going to eat, why are you dawdling like that?
Cheng Yuzhou choked, covering his mouth as he continued chewing.
His pale black eyelashes trembled and drooped, revealing a hint of disappointment.
Li Yufei only saw his puffed-out cheeks.
It's kind of cute.
"So what kind of shop are you planning to open this time?" She took a bite herself.
Cheng Yuzhou chewed and swallowed, then shook his head. "I didn't gain as many faith points this time as last time, so the first victory might not be mine."
"Who else could it be but you?" Li Yufei paused, then suddenly opened her eyes. "Song Xiaona?"
Cheng Yuzhou nodded. "That's possible."
"Why her..." Li Yufei thought of Song Xiaona's stack of talismans.
Having won so many medals, it would be a waste not to win the championship. Also, she was the first to broadcast the uses of millet. I wonder if that counts as proselytizing or if it gave her any bonus.
She comforted Cheng Yuzhou, "It's okay, we can try again next time if we don't do well this time. There's no need to be so competitive, just aim for third place and strive for first."
Cheng Yuzhou looked at Li Yufei thoughtfully.
Li Yufei's competitiveness differs from Song Xiaona's. Song Xiaona always strives to be number one, while Li Yufei is content as long as she is better off than the people she dislikes—she believes she is better than them.
But the rankings are very objective. Normally, she would definitely criticize Song Xiaona, but today she was very calm, as if she knew the inevitable reason why Song Xiaona won.
She didn't say it.
She went to see Song Xiaona alone. How did Song Xiaona get Li Yufei to take the initiative to see her?
One reason that would ensure Song Xiaona's success in the Holy War and attract Li Yufei to meet her.
Cheng Yuzhou thought that it must be because Song Xiaona had found the lost divine tablet.
She possessed several cards and promised to share them with Li Yufei in exchange for keeping them a secret.
Cheng Yuzhou frowned. He didn't rush to retrieve the lost divine tokens so that others could find them and enhance humanity's overall combat strength.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiaona got all of them.
Based on his understanding of her, he knew she wouldn't tie all her cards together. More likely, she would use the "divine cards" to win over the people she wanted, just like she did with Li Yufei this time, to build her own power base.
This isn't a big deal; the real big deal is that Li Yufei chose to keep it a secret for Song Xiaona.
She completely pretended to agree to Song Xiaona's request, and then told him privately that they never had any secrets from each other when they were children.
Cheng Yuzhou became increasingly depressed, a fact that Li Yufei noticed after changing into her dress and preparing to attend the banquet.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, puzzled.
"Hmm?" Cheng Yuzhou smiled. "What?"
You seem to have something on your mind.
"Me?" Cheng Yuzhou was surprised; he didn't think he was showing such obvious joy.
“Yes,” Li Yufei lifted her skirt and twirled in front of him, “You look at me without any light in your eyes, you’re not like your usual self at all.”
It can't be that she's not pretty anymore, so it must be that there's something wrong with him.
Cheng Yuzhou was slightly taken aback, then lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, but the thought of losing to Song Xiaona in front of you makes me feel a little bad."
"Are you still thinking about this?" Li Yufei felt a little guilty for hiding the matter of the divine tablet. She took Cheng Yuzhou's arm and said, "Song Xiaona has a lot of underhanded tricks and dirty tricks. It's not shameful to lose to her once in a while."
"Don't be sad." She pulled down Cheng Yuzhou's tie, making him lower his head. "Come on, let me kiss you, are you happy?"
Even though Cheng Yuzhou was unhappy, he couldn't help but laugh when she asked him that question.
"You're happy now, aren't you?" Li Yufei pinched his cheek. "Stop thinking about her. Look at me. I'm so pleasing to the eye. Look at me more often, and you'll feel better."
"Thank you." Cheng Yuzhou smiled and raised his eyebrows. "I feel much better now."
Li Yufei waved her hand generously: "Okay, then go ahead and look, look whatever you like."
However, unlike in elementary school, I don't have to keep my eyes open and stare at her during her afternoon nap.
The two went to the banquet hall, and as expected, Song Xiaona came in first place this time.
The top three winners will still be rewarded with millet, but the key is the prize for first place.
The ant opened the virtual map and asked Song Xiaona which territory she wanted.
The crystal ball, which embodied the combined power of everyone's faith, reappeared, and the number of fools inside was less than twice that of the previous round.
The crystal ball was too far away and had no markings on it, making it difficult to see the specific values.
According to the time, the previous round lasted 7 days, and this round lasted 14 days. Although there were no executions in this round, the attendance rate for the Masses was as high as 99%.
Song Xiaona wondered, "Why does the faith power in 14 days seem to be less than the amount in the previous 7-day round?"
The swallow circled the crystal ball once, then asked Cheng Yuzhou below with great interest, "[Hey, is this really filled with faith power?]"
Cheng Yuzhou looked up at it, but didn't answer; he just smiled.
He used his eyes to tell the swallow: This is what it needs.
[I wasn't mistaken, you really do have the potential to become a [liar].] The swallow chuckled. [If I get the chance, I'll mention you to my master.]
Cheng Yuzhou narrowed his eyes and silently mouthed: Thank you, it's my pleasure.
To understand how this world works, he must climb as high as he can.
Only by standing at a sufficient height can one see the overall situation clearly, know one's own position, and know where one should go.
The crystal ball quickly disappeared.
Song Xiaona didn't capture it; it seems to have deliberately blurred the values, not wanting them to see it too clearly.
Having won another battle, the crowd below enthusiastically discussed what to acquire for their new territory.
After much discussion, someone asked, "Ms. Song, have you decided what kind of shop you want to open?"
“I’ve listened to everyone’s thoughts just now, and they’re mostly about things related to the convenience of daily life. But the current manor is already sufficient to meet everyone’s physiological needs,” Song Xiaona said. “I still insist on using the opportunity for actual combat.”
She asked the priest, "Are there any shops that sell props for non-human creatures?"
She didn't say "demon," but emphasized "non-human creature."
Cheng Yuzhou remained expressionless and did not interrupt.
Do you want sacred artifacts or holy water?
Li Yufei opened her eyes. What was that?
Song Xiaona was also taken aback.
[Holy Artifact][Holy Water], sounds like game items.
If even props have two categories, then the original doctrines could not have consisted of only three simple principles.
The concepts of [Holy Artifacts] and [Holy Water] appeared very suddenly, without any prior hints or foreshadowing.
This didn't seem like information they hadn't previously uncovered; rather, it seemed like the manor was gradually being refined and perfected.
It is growing; it is developing itself.
"Could you introduce us to each of us?" she asked.
"certainly."
Holy artifacts and holy water are both effective tools for attacking demons. Holy artifacts are weapons, while holy water is a potion.
When the priest explained, he always used the devil as an example.
Song Xiaona frowned. Her biggest concern wasn't how to kill the demon, but how to kill Cheng Yuzhou.
No matter how she asked whether it was possible to attack non-human beings other than demons, the priest did not give a direct answer.
"Can I keep this opportunity and decide on the territory later?" Song Xiaona asked.
"The territory is the highest praise the goddess bestows upon you within her current power," the priest warned indifferently. "Sister, do not be too greedy."
Song Xiaona understands.
The rewards you receive when you reach Power Level 1 can be redeemed when you reach Power Level 10, which is equivalent to earning 9 Goddess Points for free.
“Then I’ll forfeit this round,” Song Xiaona said.
"What?" The people below were stunned. "Miss Song, are you sure you heard correctly? The priest said he doesn't want it this round, so your chance is gone!" "Yes, Miss Song, don't waste it!"
Even Li Yufei was getting a little anxious.
Putting aside the interests of the group for the time being, opening a shop and doing nothing every day can earn you 1 faith point.
Song Xiaona, does she even know how to do math?
Song Xiaona sighed.
She had warned them repeatedly, but these people still forgot their original intentions.
"Gentlemen," she reiterated, "what do you believe is the purpose of this estate?"
People were bewildered, wondering why she suddenly brought this up.
“All signs indicate that it wants us to build it up; it wants to prosper, become powerful, and expand outwards.” Song Xiaona smirked. “If that’s the case, why should we do as it pleases?”
The estate is growing, and they are clearly the nourishment for its growth.
While developing sacred artifacts and holy water may help in resisting demons, their purpose was never to serve as free soldiers for this manor.
What they want is to get out! To leave this place!
Everyone was speechless.
"It's only been two weeks since I last reminded you, have you forgotten again?" Song Xiaona's face was extremely pale; she was really fed up with these idiots.
From birth, Song Xiaona only interacted with elites who could keep up with her pace. Upon arriving here, she had been extremely patient, trying her best to lower her standards, repeatedly reminding them in various ways not to forget their core purpose, yet the result was still the same—
How can a person be so stupid!
"Fine, that's my decision. I don't need this favor." She tried to suppress her anger, but her tone still betrayed a hint of impatience and firmness.
“But…” someone hesitated.
This is an opportunity that may only appear once every fourteen days, and it is something that everyone has worked hard to win the holy war. It would be too wasteful to give it up like this.
Before they could speak, Song Xiaona had already stepped off the stage.
She realized that talking to a brick wall was pointless; no matter what she explained, it would be a waste of breath.
The priest didn't mind, saying, "The goddess respects your choice."
This is her reward; if she does not accept it, no one else has the power to use it on her behalf.
Li Yufei crossed her arms and said, "She's still so self-centered."
Cheng Yuzhou responded, "That's just her style."
"What style?" Li Yufei scoffed. "Last time you let everyone vote to decide."
Cheng Yuzhou smiled upon being praised, "After all, they are neighbors with whom we will live. Their predicament is partly my fault, and I hope to try my best to meet everyone's wishes."
Li Yufei glanced at Song Xiaona out of the corner of her eye and exclaimed, "Huh?"
Why did she leave?
Cheng Yuzhou followed her and looked at Song Xiaona as she left the banquet hall.
The annoyance between her brows was clearly visible. He raised an eyebrow and said, "She just finished a holy war. Perhaps she has obtained some new information and needs to sort out her thoughts."
Li Yufei immediately fell silent, touching the newly acquired Apollo card in her bag while glancing guiltily at Cheng Yuzhou.
It's not about sorting out thoughts, it's about sorting out cards.
She also needed to find an opportunity to tell Cheng Yuzhou that she had "accidentally" picked up a new card.
"Xiao Na!" Dean called after Song Xiao Na, "Xiao Na, wait for me!"
The two left one after the other, leaving the remaining people looking at each other in bewilderment. Soon, someone approached Cheng Yuzhou, "Mr. Zheng, what do you think of this..."
“Miss Song’s words are not without reason,” someone said worriedly. “But this round is obviously more difficult than the last. She’s not taking advantage of such a rare opportunity. What will we do if the next round is even more difficult?”
Cheng Yuzhou said apologetically, "I was very worried too, but this is her reward after all."
"Miss Song is too stubborn."
"Yes, she doesn't listen to our ideas at all."
"Even though it's her reward, can she win the holy war alone without us?"
Cheng Yuzhou waved his hand, "Everyone, calm down. The priest hasn't left yet. I'll go find her right away. If we can persuade her before the ball ends, we'll bring her back with us, how about that?"
Li Yufei immediately glared at Cheng Yuzhou. What a joke! He was going to persuade Song Xiaona? Did she even approve?
"Okay, you should go and try to persuade her."
"Yes, let her think about it some more."
"I can't guarantee anything either," Cheng Yuzhou said with a helpless smile. "If I don't come back in time, we'll have to figure out another way."
He pulled Li Yufei away from the venue.
As soon as they stepped outside, Li Yufei shook off his hand. "Are you crazy? You're trying to convince Song Xiaona?"
Cheng Yuzhou made a shh sign with his index finger and winked at her, "No, I'm just looking for an excuse to leave with you."
She was as radiant as a star tonight, and Cheng Yuzhou couldn't bear to see her time wasted in dull and noisy surroundings.
It was rare for Cheng Yuzhou to be so lively, revealing a touch of youthful spirit.
This vivid, familiar yet strange feeling was something Li Yufei had never seen again after she grew up. The last time she remembered Cheng Yuzhou being happy was when he was a fifteen-year-old boy.
When was the last time...?
She couldn't remember, but something happened during the summer vacation when she was 15 that left a deep impression on her.
That day, they played badminton for an entire afternoon at the community's badminton court.
When they sat down to rest, Cheng Yuzhou kept a distance from her, saying that he was covered in sweat and didn't want to be near her.
He kept moving away from her, and finally stood up and refused to sit. She didn't know what was wrong with her; the more he resisted, the more she wanted to be close to him.
She forcibly pulled him back, sat on his lap with her legs spread apart, and put a badminton racket around his neck.
There was no kiss that seemed to follow naturally.
She was so hot she was dying of heat, she didn't care about anything romantic, she just grabbed a badminton racket and strangled him.
"What I say goes, don't make me say anything more!" That was the most arrogant and domineering age of hers, and Li Yufei herself thinks it was a bit unreasonable when she recalls it.
That was also the age when Cheng Yuzhou was most spirited, confident and cheerful. He begged for mercy a couple of times to no avail, and then reached out to tickle her side waist.
Li Yufei cried out, then couldn't help but laugh because she was tickled: "Don't touch me, go away!"
“You were the one who wouldn’t let me leave,” he laughed. “You can’t go back on your word.”
"Ugh! You're so annoying, so irritating."
They fooled around in the lounge, laughing and shouting for half an hour. At that time, even the sweat on Cheng Yuzhou's forehead and eyebrows was glistening with unrestrained joy.
Now, in the gentle night breeze, Li Yufei seems to see Cheng Yuzhou at fifteen years old again.
"You're clever," she said, then looked regretfully at her elaborate makeup and styling. "It's supposed to be a ball, but I've never actually danced. I should have just not bothered; all that effort was for nothing."
"How could that be?" Cheng Yuzhou couldn't bear to spoil her mood, so he thought for a moment and said, "Feifei, come with me."
He led her back to the seventh floor and pushed open the door to the business meeting and dining room, which had been locked all along.
"What are you doing here?" The room had been sealed off for too long, and the atmosphere was stuffy. "Just go back to your room for dinner."
Cheng Yuzhou turned on the ventilation and turned to her, saying, "Feifei, these two reception rooms were originally reserved as dance studios for you."
Li Yufei was taken aback.
She pursed her lips, looking at the private room now filled with tables, chairs, and decorations, and said, "Then why did you bring me here?"
"Returning it to its rightful owner, returning it intact to its rightful owner." Cheng Yuzhou smiled, "Look—"
He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, as if by magic, the mediocre commercial furnishings in the room vanished, the dull wallpaper disappeared, the two dining rooms were merged together by removing the partition wall, and the storage room on the upper floor was also integrated to form a spacious space with a seven-meter high ceiling.
Puffs of black smoke billowed through the air, transforming the area like a sprite.
Luxurious crystal chandeliers hang down, maroon wooden floors gleam with wax lacquer, bronze art sculptures climb the walls and pillars, and elaborate curtains hang beside the French windows.
Night, the moon, and roses all came into view. Li Yufei covered her lips, speechless with amazement at this magical show.
This venue can't accommodate an orchestra, but it can fit a classic record player.
The needle fell, the record slowly turned, and the melodious prelude came from the gold-lacquered solid wood speaker.
Cheng Yuzhou took two steps back, bent down and extended his hand, "My beloved, my sun, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance with me?"
Li Yufei covered her lips, her scalp tingling. "Tsk, can't you speak normally? You're not ashamed now."
Cheng Yuzhou paused, then readily changed his words, "Then... Your Highness, the noble and beautiful First Princess of the Third Middle School Affiliated Elementary School, I request to dance with you."
Li Yufei stomped on his foot, "Can't you speak human language just because you're dead?"
She laughed and scolded, then stretched out her foot and her hand, placing her hand on his palm.
Cheng Yuzhou smiled and pulled her close, spinning her around to the center of the ballroom.
“I will always defend this title.” He gazed at her under the crystal chandelier. “Before the name ‘Li Yufei,’ it was the first thing I knew.”
That afternoon when he was seven, amidst the suffocating mix of mud, grass, sweat, tears, and despair, he heard her voice.
She pushed open the window and jumped over his head.
She ignored his disheveled state and strode past him, causing the malice pressing down on him to scatter in fear, like little devils afraid of the blazing sun.
At that time, Cheng Yuzhou didn't know her name, he only remembered what she said to Song Xiaona:
"Apologize to me!"
"Acknowledge my status as the First Princess!"
"You're so annoying."
This title is like the one on QQ Space in elementary school—is it something you can just say?
For a real princess, this would be a palace secret, an absolute taboo. Li Yufei stomped on Cheng Yuzhou's foot again, "Shut up, dance! You think you have a good memory!"
Cheng Yuzhou chuckled softly.
The awkwardness that had arisen from the separation between the dance partners, who had been separated for over a decade, melted away as their eyes met.
Everything naturally returned to normal. When the bright moon hung high, the record stopped playing, and the fragrance of roses became rich and intense, they walked hand in hand back into the room.
Li Yufei came out of the bathroom, sat at the dining table, and rested her chin on her hand, waiting for Cheng Yuzhou to make their late-night snack.
Spicy chicken noodles with fried pork chop, plus two glasses of pineapple beer.
She sheds her elegant evening gown and stuffs herself with the cheapest garbage.
Cheng Yuzhou tried to persuade her, but Li Yufei pushed him away, telling him not to spoil the fun.
She enthusiastically took out her phone to take pictures. Cheng Yuzhou asked her why she didn't take pictures of the food before, and she said that junk food was more photogenic than healthy food.
After adjusting the filter and looking at the finished picture on her phone, Li Yufei suddenly realized that none of her many boyfriends seemed to be good cooks.
Most of them order takeout or cook a pot of food like pig feed. There are some who can make healthy meals, but they don't look very appealing, and that's all they know how to make.
How could Cheng Yuzhou, such a busy young master, be proficient in both Chinese and Western cuisine?
Is he a food enthusiast who spends his free time researching how to cook?
Li Yufei put down her phone and turned the screen upside down.
She certainly understood why Cheng Yuzhou was different from her other boyfriends.
What he wanted was to marry her, to become her husband, and to live with her for the rest of his life.
This man prepared everything diligently and quietly, and staying here with him made life not too difficult.
...
...So sad! So incredibly sad! I can't go on like this!
Li Yufei was panting heavily, not having time to wipe the sweat from her forehead. The sweat flowed into her eyes, stinging her eyes and making her blink repeatedly.
She desperately hoped that what she was seeing was just her imagination.
The minute hand crossed 59 and returned to zero along with the hour hand.
The Third Holy War ended, the moon was buried by dark clouds, and the manor was filled with rampaging demons.
They lost.
After two victories, for the first time, humanity was defeated by the demons.
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