Chapter 297 That Damn Qin Mo
The room was lavishly decorated, with an incredibly soft Ottoman carpet on the floor, pure silver candlesticks filled with candles, and walls covered with valuable murals and decorations.
The little girl stood in the room in a panic. She didn't know why she had been brought here. She was just a lowly servant of God, someone who was to dedicate her life to God, and she was not worthy to enter such a room.
A great man walked in; he was the priest of the temple where the little girl was, a kind and amiable elder, and the most powerful person in all of Arthas.
But now, this old man, who could be her grandfather, has revealed an ugly face. His fat body covered in black hair makes the little girl feel extremely disgusted.
"Please don't come any closer...please don't come any closer..."
“A servant of the Holy Spirit is one who dedicates himself to the Holy Spirit. I am the embodiment of the Holy Spirit on earth. Give me everything you have, my servant….”
The little girl felt her clothes being torn. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever worn, and she had just put it on not long ago. She was overjoyed at the time. The Holy Spirit had finally heard her prayer and granted her wish.
"Please...my God, please guide me...please...my Holy Spirit...please guide me...waaaaah!"
The little girl felt immense fear. She felt that her most precious possession was about to be taken away, and that the person in front of her was not the god she believed in at all.
The divine inspiration seemed to have answered her call, giving her an opportunity... an opportunity to take control of her own destiny.
A power suddenly surged into the little girl's body. During her years as a servant of the saints, she learned what this power was: it was... "the power of the Holy Spirit," and that she was "God's favorite."
Until she stabbed the unsuspecting fat pig to death with a candlestick, the little girl firmly believed that she was guided by a god and that everything she did was permitted by the god. She had awakened the power of the Holy Spirit at this moment, so she should use that power on this disgusting fat pig priest.
The little girl was arrested by the Temple Inquisition. The crime of murdering a priest was enough to send her to the stake, but the execution of a "favored child of God" required the consent of the Temple Mount.
Ashif asked the little girl, "Do you realize your sin?"
The little girl shook her head, then nodded.
Ashif, puzzled, asked, "Where...is your sin?"
The little girl diligently gathered the newly awakened Holy Spirit power into her palm, and the holy white light blinded the eyes of the surrounding temple leaders.
"This is the purest power of the Holy Spirit..."
"This... is the most devout holy light."
"Oh my God, she and Princess Thea... are both so close to the light..."
The little girl gave a bitter smile. "My sin... is my face..." The little girl's face was perfect. When Ashif saw her for the first time, he guessed what had happened. Sometimes being too beautiful is the original sin.
A holy light enveloped the tiny palm, and the fingernails became incredibly sharp. They grazed across the delicate face, and the purest holy power left incurable, ugly scars on her own face, revealing the filth and sin of humanity.
Even the most powerful healer in the temple, Saintess Thea, could not completely remove the scars on her face; the purest Holy Spirit power is an irreversible force.
Watching a masterpiece created by the gods be destroyed by divine power, Thea murmured, "You are the favored child of the gods; only the gods can decide your fate."
Saintess Thea made a small veil by hand and put it on the little girl's face, covering the scar on her cheek. The white veil would accompany her for the rest of her life.
She became a student of Her Highness Saint Thea, entered the inner sanctuary to cultivate, and began to follow the saint in her pursuit of light, studying scriptures and helping people every day.
But the little girl preferred fighting. She used fighting and killing to mask her fear. She was unwilling to get close to anyone except Her Highness Saintess Thea.
Princess Thea's gentleness and purity are the little girl's greatest attachment. Every time she returns from battle, she snuggles up to Thea and tells her her stories: the ferocity of the orcs, the bravery of the allied forces, and the tragic fate of the civilians. Only Thea can give her a sense of security.
In order to ensure that she could find her at any time, Princess Thea created a minor divine spell based on the resonance between the purest holy spirit powers. Only the two of them could sense each other's exact location.
The little girl regarded Princess Thea as her older sister, her mother, and the god she had always believed in.
The little girl grew stronger and stronger, eventually becoming a young woman, but her love of battle remained unchanged. Her reputation within the Northern Alliance grew ever stronger; everyone knew of a cold, taciturn girl who hunted orcs relentlessly, yet no one knew her name.
One day, the temple suddenly summoned the girl back to Rome, where she met the temple's Grand Elder, Asif, again.
"The saintess has been kidnapped by the despicable Kesley Uriel. He is very cunning, and we cannot find him. The temple needs your help."
The girl was terrified. Her beloved Princess Thea had been kidnapped... The only person in the temple who loved her was in danger, which filled her with fear and anger.
Kesley Uliel was indeed cunning. Every time the girl sensed Princess Thea's location and arrived, she was always a step too late, and he escaped.
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