It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Today is a super explosive day, the first time I tried six changes a day, and now I have almost paid off all the previous debts (laughs)

Chapter 1 Where the Soul Is

Church of Saint-Etienne in Mulhouse.

"Not much medicine, be patient..."

After careful stitching, Victoria Milusel tied the other's amputated forearm tightly with a bandage.

The seriously injured soldier's face was as white as a piece of paper, and his expression twisted with the nun's movements, but he still tried his best not to scream out of his throat.It's not something to be ashamed of calling out an injury of this magnitude,

But the wounded soldier still wanted to retain some dignity in front of this nun who was obviously a few years younger than him.

In the small space of the church, the floor is covered with off-white sheets.

Wounded soldiers and civilians lay there howling or dying.

Some of them swallowed their last breath in pain and were covered by white cloths by their mobile companions. Soon they would be carried out of the church and gathered in the square or the cemetery.

There wasn't much sadness on their faces, more tiredness and numbness.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Victoria."

The wounded soldier barely stood up.

The wounded soldier whose left hand was blown away by the shell was the young man who let her into the city at that time. After his injury was treated, he barely recovered some mobility.

He lowered his voice:

"I heard... His Majesty has lost the battle, and the troops withdrawn from Wissembourg will move to Sedan next."

These words should not have been said to a commoner nun, but if it weren't for Victoria, he felt that he would have died long ago.

"Ma'am, do you want to go to Sedan with us? The army behind us will gather again and prepare for battle. This time, we must drive those damned Prussians across the Rhine."

This lady's skill will never become a burden to the army. The wounded soldiers have seen her drag the wounded back to the trench countless times on the battlefield, or stab the enemy who followed them to death with a weapon they picked up.

But any surviving Mulhouse garrison or militia should not have any opinion on Victoria making an exception to follow the army, not to mention that she may be...

While the wounded soldier was thinking, Victoria, who was twirling the bloody towel with a basin, stopped moving, and she, who had always been silent, suddenly asked,

"But what will Mulhouse do? Will the Emperor abandon the millions of civilians in Alsace-Lorraine?"

This is quite a disrespectful statement, but the wounded soldier could not refute it at this time.

The imperial people's blind confidence in the emperor has been completely destroyed.

This is a fact that cannot be avoided. Civilians will seriously delay their marching speed. If they are caught up by the enemy halfway, they will undoubtedly be completely wiped out in the absence of bunkers and formula terrain.

Facing the soldier's long silence, Victoria's eyes stayed on his severed arm for a moment, and then urged,

"...If Wissembourg has already fallen, it will take at most half a day for the Prussian army to arrive here, hurry up, it may be too late for you to leave now. Take the active people, the seriously wounded You can take refuge in church."

Victoria's tone made the wounded soldier feel uneasy. He had a vague premonition of the answer, but he still asked unwillingly,

"What about you, lady?"

"I will stay here."

With that said, Victoria had already wrung out the towel and washed out most of the basin of blood.

"If they arrive earlier than expected, I can use the street fighting to delay you for a while. Let's go."

It sounded like a joke, a petite nun who was less than 20 years old actually said that she would use street fighting to delay them.

But the wounded soldier knew very well that the girl in front of him was definitely serious.

"How is this possible, this is also—"

While refuting, he accidentally noticed the syringe that was held in the palm of the other party at some point.It seems that what is contained there is not quite like medicine, it is thick and dull, but more like a tube of blood.

The wounded soldier paused, then summoned up his courage and lowered his voice to ask a question he had cared about for a long time.

"Miss Victoria, are you—a vampire?"

This word stunned Victoria for a few seconds, and the fingers holding the needle tightened involuntarily.

"...Why do you think so."

The wounded soldier wanted to scratch his head in embarrassment, but found that his dominant hand was no longer there, so he could only switch to the other hand awkwardly.

"Oh, we can occasionally hear some rumors from the enemy soldiers and prisoners of war-such as vampires in the imperial army, immortal nuns, etc... I thought it was a bit strange before, why an ordinary The clergy will have such good skills and strength, but they didn't care too much... Until the battle to protect the railway, I saw with my own eyes a bullet hit your head, but you were fine .”

"I thought I was wrong, but I was not the only one who saw this scene."

Victoria remained frozen in place, her muscles tensed slightly,

"Tell this secret... Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

The young soldier laughed nonchalantly.

"You wouldn't do that, Ms. Victoria, I dare say there is no one in this world who is more gentle and kind. I mean... if you need it, we can help you Prepare some more blood and store it, I believe that people here will not mind doing this."

"You are a truly devout believer and a respectable nun. I think so from the bottom of my heart... It's a bit strange to say that, but can vampires live in a monastery?"

The soldier's reaction was completely beyond Victoria's expectations.

She had never thought that her filthy blood could be exposed to the sun so easily, but the humans facing her did not feel the slightest fear, just like they were joking happily with an ordinary friend.

Is this actually such a simple thing?

If it could have been known earlier, before the monastery was bombarded, or earlier -

Kind?

pious?

To her now, these words...how ironic.

In the end, Victoria just showed the smile that had rarely appeared on her face since childhood, and replied half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"More than that, maybe they can become best-selling authors or bankers."

"This, this is really unimaginable... I thought you would live in a dark castle like in the novel."

The soldier's lips moved a few times,

"Sure enough... come with us, even vampires are not completely immortal, right? If the Prussians bring silverware and wooden stakes and the like, you will be very dangerous, right? Your ability will definitely be reused by the emperor in Sedan, one of my distant relatives is a colonel in the army, I can introduce you to—"

Victoria shook her head slowly and firmly to reject him, her tone became a little erratic and confused.

"I am an orphan adopted by the church. I have been living in the church with my teacher since I was very young... The teacher is very strict, but that time has always been what I miss the most.

"Even though those worthy people are gone now, I've always considered this place my home."

“I once left for a while and made a big mistake... I don’t expect a soul like this to return to heaven after death, but at least, I hope I can stay here while I’m still alive. "

Chapter 1

The wounded soldier felt a heat in his chest. He was also from Mulhouse, and no one would not have nostalgia for his hometown.

In such a short moment, the idea of ​​staying and protecting the city with the nun also flashed in his mind.But the pungent disinfectant and bloody smell around him weakened his courage little by little.

What could the soldier do if he stayed in Mulhouse when he could no longer use his dominant hand and could not even load his rifle by himself?

While hesitating, the nun had already picked up a few rifles from the ground, tied them into a bundle and carried them on her back, and walked quietly outside the church.

"Hey, lady! Be sure to live well!"

He yelled at the figure behind him, but got no response.

-

The houses on the outskirts of Mulhouse are already uninhabitable, and the flames of war have turned the place into ruins, leaving only burnt-out walls and large and small bomb craters mixed with human remains.

Victoria reloaded the dozens of long guns she had brought and put them in the prepared positions.

This is not her usual weapon. She is better at using the heavy multi-barreled repeating rifle, or keeping multiple breech-loading short guns close to her body for backup.

She doesn't know the magic of the filthy blood. She only learned some close combat skills and shooting skills from the knight teacher of the church when she was very young.

It can be said that most of Victoria's combat power comes from the vile blood's instinct and proficient use of various weapons.

If she had known that things had become like this, perhaps she should have entrusted Duncan to prepare a new weapon for herself when she went to Enoch last time...

Victoria shook her head and denied her own idea. New Enoch was an ally of the Executor, and she probably knew the purpose of this organization.

It is an organization that protects the human world from mysterious violations. For them, the war between human countries is more like a part of human development and contradictions.

Those wizards would not allow themselves to use the power of Enoch and his allies to kill humans.In other words, in this case, she should be the target of execution.

Those wizards who used to monitor themselves did not choose to do anything, it can be said that it was because of the past.

In retrospect, it's not like they didn't appear as townspeople and hinted at her stopping to go to Enoch.

It's just that she, who was addicted to revenge and anger at the time, didn't care about these hints.

The pain on her wrist brought Victoria back to her thoughts. She had accidentally scratched her wrist by a protruding rail piece, and the skin there was turned out like an unwilling eye.

The wound healed very slowly, completely unlike the self-healing ability of a superior, Xixue.

There are still light scars on the area where she was shot a few days ago. Victoria has tried many methods, but they have not been able to completely eliminate them.

Her strength has waned...

This is a hidden danger left after World War I on Shangfuri. Repairing the serious injuries at the beginning almost exhausted her blood power, and Victoria's long-term cessation of ingesting human blood also made it impossible to recover from this state.

She is now just like Niels Cain in Paris at that time - she has gradually come to the end of the life of the dirty blood.

After the war broke out, she tried drinking some Prussian blood, but the decline was irreversible.After a few tries, she gave up and poured the collected blood down the drain.

This result gave Victoria a sigh of relief. She hated drinking blood... This feeling made her feel that she had betrayed Fittilly and those who died in the rising sun.

I shouldn't live for too long, ten years or 15 years?She is not very clear about the specific time, because it doesn't make any sense anymore.

She originally wanted to live quietly in the church in the last part of her life, pray for the people she killed in the past every day, and spend her old age with her children, but after all, that was impossible——

If this is God's punishment, the gods in the sky are a little too unreasonable.

If she was punished herself, she would not complain.But what's wrong with those pious and innocent young children, they still have a bright future, but why did they die in a church that should be blessed by the Lord?