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In the following days, Yu Huan always came to the temple and said a lot of good things respectfully. It was not for any other reason, but simply because he felt guilty for the previous offense...
"Hey, Chloe. Why do you keep going to the temple these days?" Her companion Adele couldn't help but ask her.
I'm going to atone...
Yu Huan thought silently, but could only say: "I admire the Lord God of Light and want to pray for a while longer."
"Okay," Adele said, "then come back soon and I'll leave you some milk and cookies."
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But some things, once they happen for the first time, there will be a second time.
Although it seems that such pie-in-the-sky things are always unfair, there may be backlash in the future.
But, if one truly possesses the ability to make this wish come true, how many people can resist it?
With the power bestowed by the God of Light, Yu Huan completed his homework much faster.
Unexpectedly, the priest thought that this was the effect of his educational methods, and he treated the witches more strictly and made their homework heavier.
It was already late at night, and they were still lying on the stone slabs drawing magic. Yu Huan was so sleepy that she couldn't hold on any longer and her eyelids drooped.
With a loud bang, his forehead hit the stone slab, leaving a red mark. All the witches around looked over.
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That night, the little witch walked into the temple with her forehead covered. Her nose, eyes, and forehead were red. She desperately requested:
"God, dear God of Light, please let the priest assign less homework."
She still didn't have much reverence for the God of Light, and couldn't even remember the words of the prayer. It was just that the God was looking down on her from above, while she sat in a small ball below, feeling both wronged and pitiful.
A slight sigh seemed to be heard from the void.
My forehead seemed to be stroked by a gentle force like a feather, and the pain disappeared.
There was still moisture in Yu Huan's eyes as he blinked blankly.
It seems that I have received God's mercy again.
God is real, he always answers your prayers.
What a good god.
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next day
The usually strict priest suddenly changed into a different person, reducing the workload by more than half and even giving them time to rest.
There were many different opinions among the witches, but only Yu Huan knew that he had been enlightened by God.
The second appearance of God not only curbed the priest's work, but also stirred up a small wind in Yu Huan's heart, which made her feel itchy.
The God of Light is really helpful...
Could she make some other requests, perhaps some trivial matters in life?
"God, the greatest God of Light, you know, the berry cake made by Sister Alanya is really delicious, but I haven't eaten it for a long time. She will make it again, right?"
At night, the little witch secretly ran to the temple with an unprecedentedly pious expression on her face. After she finished talking incessantly, she clasped her hands together and bowed, showing her sincerity.
In the silent temple, the god's calm mood was stirred up by ridiculous waves.
It was late at night and the temple where the witches lived was about to close. After she finished praying, she hurriedly sneaked back.
The small figure left the temple, and the temple returned to its usual tranquility and silence.
He closed his eyes out of boredom, but her words kept ringing in his ears.
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The next day, for some reason, Alanya had some free time and made a lot of berry cakes for the little witches.
The witches lined up to receive cakes, chirping happily like birds on branches.
"Chloe, this piece is yours." Alanya smiled, called her name affectionately, and handed the cake to her.
The soft, snow-white cream is paired with sweet and sour jam, and there are a few juicy red berries on top as garnish.
Yu Huan's eyebrows curved, and she happily took it: "Thank you."
The light and fluffy cream with a milky flavor is exactly the taste I miss.
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In a witch's schedule, learning and practicing magic is the most important thing, so her daily life is dull and boring. The only thing that makes her relax is the outing once every two months.
At that time, witches could leave the temple in groups, take their favorite cookies or fruit wine, and go to nearby villages or the edge of the forest to play.
They can pick wild fruits together, exchange food with villagers, or sit together and chat... In short, that is the day that all witches look forward to the most.
But unfortunately, the sky was still gloomy the day before the outing.
The rainy season seems to be coming early.
The sky covered with dark clouds is already a bad sign.
It was time for bed on normal days, but this time, the witches couldn't sleep and were whispering to each other, wondering if it would rain tomorrow and whether they could still go on the picnic.
Yu Huan peeked at the dark sky outside, then ran out while they were chatting.
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"Lord God of Light, the weather is terrible today. The priest said that if it rains again tomorrow, we can't go on the picnic. Can you help me?"
She requested sincerely.
When encountering difficulties, they come to pray to the God of Light. At this time, a slight dependence has already been reflected.
But at this time, no one took it seriously.
When I woke up, the weather was great, the sun was shining, and the breeze was not dry.
Yu Huan got what she wanted and went to play in the nearby village with her little sisters, taking cheese bread with her.
They sat under the fruit trees, chatting, playing games, sharing food with each other, chasing butterflies, lying on the grass when they were sleepy, and standing up to watch the villagers herding cattle and cutting grass when they felt bored.
A small insect on a leaf can cause them to discuss it for a long time.
The sky is so clear, the white clouds are soft, and the breeze is refreshing.
All in all, a pretty perfect outing.
At nightfall, the little witch returned contentedly and ran into the temple. This time she did not come to pray, but just walked up to the statue and placed a small flower on the bottom base of the statue.
She brought back a violet on purpose.
It is light purple in color, with layers of petals, it blooms beautifully and has a strong fragrance.
It’s like the whole spring has been moved here.
But she didn't know that according to legend, violets were transformed from the tears of Venus, symbolizing the eternity of love.
If the god does not touch the flower, its fate is to be cleaned away by the people who come to clean the statue every day.
But the next day, when the cleaners came and looked around, they could only smell the faint scent of violets.
When Yu Huan followed the priest to pray, the violet had disappeared. It must have been thrown away, but her intention was there.
The little witch didn't take it seriously and quickly shifted her attention elsewhere.
But after the prayer was over and the witches dispersed, the priest was surprised to find a hint of light purple on the temples of the tall statue.
That height is beyond the reach of ordinary people, so it is God's own will...
It's really a miracle.
The priest thought.
A violet in spring, probably because it symbolizes hope and good luck.
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