Despite the heavy rain, Su Mingan was able to see her clearly quickly.
She stood among the corpses like herself, looking lost and depressed. Her hand stretched out stiffly, covering the hole in the chest of a Holy Alliance soldier, as if trying to close the wound, but this action could not save his life.
The bodies of the soldiers around her were piled up around her in a protective posture. This formation spread out to a distance of a hundred meters.
Her attitude was so similar to Su Mingan's, but the two of them were in completely opposite positions at this moment.
Suddenly, her eyes moved slowly and met his. Her face showed an expression that was close to sadness and despair.
Her lips slowly opened and closed:
——"Detective-sama."
It turns out that Alice's army was also nearby and also suffered heavy casualties.
Three years ago, the gods had deprived her of her status as a goddess, but when Su Ming'an faked her death, the gods returned her status as a goddess to her. An ordinary girl, without the status of a goddess, could not lead people to happiness, so she accepted this cold identity and tried her best to seek welfare for the common people.
Three years later, Alice is already nineteen years old.
They looked at each other from a distance, and there was almost no one around them.
…
[The goddess Alice Tasliche, 19 years old at the time.]
[She faced the 19-year-old Old God from afar on a distant battlefield as an enemy general.]
…
When Alice was sixteen, she thought she could write colorful flowers.
Since becoming a goddess, she has devoted herself to learning the goddess's etiquette, politics, rituals, and theology. She knows that her position is not easy to come by, and only if she works hard enough can everyone in the town live a better life.
When she was stressed to the point of vomiting, she would take out her cherished music sheet and recite the ballads that Yisi had taught her when she was a child, or take out an old violin with broken strings and stare at it quietly.
【mi, re, mi, re...】
"To Alice" was a song the detective hummed for her when she was in her teens and fell asleep wrapped in a quilt by the fireplace. The detective would hold a storybook in his hand, tell her stories and hum songs for her.
The detective said that "To Alice" was written by a musician in his world. The musician met a girl named "Alice" by chance. The girl sought help from everywhere to help a blind old man see the sea. The musician played a song for the old man on Christmas Eve, and the music made the old man see the snow-capped peaks of the Alps and the sea water around Tahiti. At the end of the story, the old man closed his eyes peacefully without regrets.
Alice in the story has the same name. And thirteen-year-old Alice also likes the sea. So the detective hummed this song.
Later, when the war came, many soldiers' bodies were pushed into the sea, and the sea surface was filled with the color of blood.
Later, Alice became Tasliche, but it was just the gods who wanted to set a trap for the detective.
She lamented the decisiveness of her fate and put a crystal crown on herself.
When she was eighteen, she witnessed a fire.
At that time, the knights were executing heretics. She covered her ears, but the priest beside her pulled her hands down, asking her to maintain the demeanor of a goddess and listen to the wailing calmly.
[You are a goddess, do not pity these pagans.] The old priest told her.
[They are all ordinary civilians...] she said.
[If they don’t believe in the gods, the common people will degenerate into demons. Look, they are surrounded by flames, revealing their ugly faces. They are already demons.] The old priest said so.
That night, the blazing wind rolled up black smoke, the smell of torn flesh lingered in her nose, people screamed in the flames, like sheep being driven to the slaughterhouse to die. The sheep were frightened, struggling, bleeding, and wailing. Visible chains bound their bodies, and invisible chains were intertwined around her neck. She felt like she was in a never-ending fire, and the flames spread along the corners of her long white skirt and strangled her throat.
Becoming a goddess will inevitably help the evil.
If she didn't become a goddess, she wouldn't even be able to protect Pat and the others, and the castle she had lived in as a child would become a battlefield. She would also become a speck of ash in the huge war.
She is the protagonist, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to escape the fate. All she has left are choices that cannot be considered options. Even if she chooses one of the paths, she is just moving towards a predetermined ending.
Her short hair had grown to her shoulders, and she tried to cut it off again. Just like when she was floating on the sea, she resolutely cut off her long hair for the detective, like cutting off the spider thread that fate was pulling them. But this time everyone stopped her.
[You are a goddess, your long hair cannot be cut. ]
As a result, she even lost the power to dispose of her own hair.
She sat in front of the mirror, looking at the increasingly complicated goddess dress, her growing hair under the crown, and her increasingly dim eyes. Then she lowered her head and looked at the hundreds of government books spread out on the table, each of which was filled with the fate of thousands and tens of thousands of people.
——It turns out that from a certain moment on, she also became the "destiny" of many people.
【girl:……】
【Girl: mi, re, mi, re... (humming)】
The lilies sent by Wendell had long since withered, the wind chimes sent by Pat were rusty, and the empty cookie box of spring cookies made by Meimi was left. The piccolo sent by Xiao Hei had long been locked in the cabinet - all that was left for her were their distant letters, telling her that they were working hard to live and start a family under her achievements. And she was completely bound by this trust and love in the white tower called "Goddess".
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