The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

He brewed the spiritual power in his body, allowing his soul to approach a state between stability and imminent collapse.

As a demigod, he rarely made such thorough preparations.

However, the destination in front of him was just an ordinary cafe.

There is a word "Sea of ​​Flowers" on the doorplate.

......

6) Storm Musician (Part 12) -4k- (Vote for the cute one~)

A typical cafe, at least on the surface.

Frame Street can be described as desolate in the entire northern city. Not only are there few pedestrians, but there are even few wild cats.

It is obviously difficult for a cafe to do business in a place like this.

But it was this kind of cafe that made Merlin's nerves particularly tense.

"..."

Merlin glanced at the glass window of the cafe: the window was pitch black, and nothing could be seen from the outside, as if the inside of the glass was filled with a quiet night.

If a mortal were to come and see this, they would probably see an empty cafe and wouldn't notice anything more.

Because this piece of glass is imbued with mystical psychological implications.

The owner of the cafe obviously doesn't want to be visited by outsiders.

And today, Merlin came to visit that master.

"..."

Merlin bowed slightly to the door of the cafe, then took out his wand and tapped it lightly in the air -

"Om-"

Golden light outlined a string array under his feet, and sacred hieroglyphs emerged from the ground and were arranged in an orderly logic in the air.

This is a sacrificial array, directed towards the gods and used to pray for communication.

In ancient times, when the church had not yet taken shape and humans were still wandering in the wilderness on a large scale, they often used sacrifices to gain the attention of the gods and let the stars guide the path before them.

Merlin knew that he was about to touch the realm of gods, and he had some experience in this area.

He closed his eyes and murmured devoutly:

"An ancient, noble, great being."

"I am a demigod walking on the earth, your devout supplicant."

"To beg for a glance from you, I offer an equivalent sacrifice, hoping for a chance to communicate with you."

Merlin said, and with a twist of his wrist like a magic trick, a blood-red object with a surface covered with tiny dots as dense as stars appeared, outlining the outline of a heart.

This is a sacred fruit that was often used by priests in ancient times as a medium to pray to the gods. It is rare and has extraordinary properties.

Holding the holy fruit, Merlin lightly touched its surface with his magic wand, and the string magic circle on the ground suddenly emitted starlight and gathered in it.

"Accept the service of the mortal world," Merlin murmured, "if you can..."

"Is that a strawberry?"

A clear, calm girl's voice came from the side, and Merlin was slightly stunned.

He stopped the ceremony and turned around to see a girl with white hair, red eyes, a white shirt and a black skirt who had appeared beside him at some point.

And on her arm... was a basket of vegetables.

It's filled with vegetables, meat and other things.

"You are..." Merlin was slightly stunned.

"The manager of the cafe." Perlis pointed to the cafe nearby.

"Why are you here?" Merlin didn't understand what was going on.

Perlis moved her arm and showed Merlin the basket in her hand:

"Just came back from buying groceries."

Merlin: “…?”

A high-ranking being with a "divine kingdom"... a projection from deep space... is actually buying vegetables at the market?

Merlin glanced at the end of the street: the 'bell guardian' he brought with him was still maintaining this 'star stream vision'. Logically speaking, it was impossible for anyone to pass through normally without being warned.

And he himself did not notice the girl approaching.

Has he erased his own sense of existence?... To be able to hide in front of me, he must be at least a being higher than a "demigod".

Merlin remained silent, his mind racing.

When Perlis saw that he didn't say anything, she looked at the complicated magic circle on the ground and suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Excuse me, are you performing a sacrificial ceremony?" she asked curiously.

"As you can see, yes..." Merlin nodded.

"Are you offering a sacrifice to me?"

"If you were the owner of a cafe... yes..."

"Don't call me Madam Boss, it makes you look old. Call me Miss Manager instead."

Perlis chuckled softly, her smile like a sea of ​​flowers blown by the breeze, her quietness concealing a clear spirituality.

This smile made Merlin's eyes slightly stunned, and for a moment he remembered some fragments hidden in the corner of his memory.

An angel with human nature... or a god?

If this is the existence, then setting up magic arrays and offering sacrifices are indeed a bit... excessive.

Merlin cleared his throat awkwardly, then lightly touched the air, and the string magic circle on the ground disappeared instantly:

"Forgive me for being so presumptuous. I didn't investigate thoroughly before visiting you rashly."

"I don't blame you. No one can investigate it clearly," Perlis said calmly. "By the way, can you give me that?"

She pointed to the holy fruit in Merlin's hand.

"Of course," Merlin nodded without hesitation, "This should be considered a tribute."

"I just want to use it to make strawberry yogurt."

As Perlis spoke, she snapped her fingers, and Merlin's hand was empty - the holy fruit disappeared.

His pupils were invisibly startled: just now, he didn't feel the force of the string being pried open at all.

This means that it is the power of authority.

But what kind of authority was that? He found that he couldn't even see it...

"Well, come in and sit down."

As Perlis spoke, she pushed open the door of the cafe and walked in carrying a basket of vegetables.

Merlin was stunned for a moment, but he straightened his hat and followed him in.

For some reason, he always felt that the process of communicating with the projection of the god that suddenly appeared in the academy... seemed a little too ordinary.

Generally speaking, beings from the starry sky rarely cast their projections upon a protected world. This is generally because the gods who protect their own territories have a considerable number of believers in the world.

Every believer represents an anchor point and the power of faith. In a world densely populated by believers, foreign gods cannot defeat the righteous gods.

Therefore, the means by which those evil gods try to interfere with reality is generally to use dreams, the spiritual world and other media to pollute humans, bewitching their minds and making them find ways to open rifts in the world that they can pass through.

Cultists are the product of this background: they serve their own foreign gods and want them to come into this world.

Of course, there are exceptions that do not rely on believers to descend: the "Angel of Disaster" Aurora Havrgard is the one who descended of her own will after the Imperials used the remaining power of the "Winter God's Remains" to forcibly tear the gap between the starry sky and the earth.

However, the girl in front of him was completely different.

She has no believers, no power to rely on, and no medium in this world.

She just arrived.

It’s as simple as going to the market to buy vegetables.

"..."

After finding a seat in the cafe with the store manager, the girl with white hair and red eyes got up and went to the kitchen, probably to put away the vegetable basket.

Merlin took the opportunity to look around: it looked like an ordinary cafe with simple decoration, but there was a touch of classicism and elegance hidden in the small details in the corners, revealing the owner's taste everywhere.

If this were an ordinary cafe, Merlin thought he would come here often.

Unfortunately, this is not a cafe, at least not just a cafe.

This is a "Kingdom of God."

When you step through the door, you feel as if space is being torn apart, like a gust of wind blowing towards you, yet there is a disconnection from the outside world...

It had been ages since Merlin last set foot in a "divine kingdom," so long he couldn't quite remember. Anyway, if a "divine kingdom" existed, then the identity of the hostess here...

...obviously a god.

In the lair of the gods, everything is constantly changing. It may be safe one second and dangerous purgatory the next.

As a demigod, Merlin is not afraid of facing such unknowns, but he is not sure of victory either.

"So, how did you find me?"

Perlis came back with coffee. She put one cup in front of Merlin, then sat down opposite Merlin with another cup.

Merlin pondered for a moment, then whispered:

"Traces of fate."

"Oh, yes," Perlis took a sip of coffee, "You do have His aura on you."

Hearing this, Merlin frowned, his expression briefly stunned, but quickly returned to normal.

He calmly took a sip of the coffee brought by the store manager: bitter, but with a rich aroma.

"Aren't you surprised?" he said with a smile.

"Nothing surprising. In fact, my perception of your world is currently very weak..."

Perlis stirred the cup lightly with a spoon, her head tilted slightly:

"Because of 'tidal locking'."

"Tidal Lock"...? Merlin's lips twitched invisibly when he heard the name.

If it were any scholar in the academy, they would not be able to understand this name.

But Merlin understood the weight of the word.

That was a genuine thirteen-string magic.

A gaze directly from the Red Moon.

"Buzzing..."

At this moment, a strong pressure came from the side, accompanied by a loud roar.

Merlin didn't turn his head. As a senior expert in the field of mysticism, he knew what to look at and what not to look at.

"Very clever," Perlis affirmed Merlin's actions. "Yes, the Red Moon is passing over us."

"Your fate has been sealed," Merlin whispered. "Why do you still linger?"

"Because the kitten is troublesome..."

Perlis picked up the coffee, took another sip, and a little steam came out of her little mouth.

Then, she smiled faintly at Merlin:

"Now that you understand my situation, you should know that my influence on this world is extremely limited, so I cannot respond to your expectations."

"It's not a big hope," Merlin closed his eyes, "just a small request, a link in a chain."

As he spoke, he reached inside his suit and pulled out an envelope, placed it on the table, and pushed it across.

“Words leave indelible traces,” he explained.