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

She walked in the direction of leaving the city and soon found a camel cart on a rarely traveled path.

"You're back~" Aurora was sitting on the roof of the car, waving at Xingmo.

"Where is the driver?" Xing Mo looked around.

"We've given him a holiday. We spent a lot of money on it. This little camel will be our good friend in the future."

Aurora patted the roof of the car and turned back:

"Xiao Huang, say hello."

"Ah!!" cried the camel.

Xing Mo: “…”

Is this how a camel sounds? Xingmo suddenly had a different understanding of the cute-looking creature.

"Let's go, it's time to go back to the castle and wake up Miss Isis."

"Hello, guest~"

Aurora jumped down and entered the carriage with Xingmo.

Then the camel carried the two people along the road and headed towards the suburbs.

Half an hour later, Xingmo returned to the hall of the castle and came to Isis.

The soldiers controlled by the "Dark String" were standing at the door, standing in an orderly manner.

"Very energetic!" Aurora gave them a thumbs up as she passed by them.

Xingmo walked straight to Isis, waving her wand as she walked. A steam core emerged from a shadow and was held in her hand.

"Okay, now, how do I install it..."

Xingmo came close to Isis, frowned, and looked at her carefully.

Before she could find the installation port, Isis's body automatically reacted -

“Click…”

With the sound of gears turning, a small opening opened between Isis's chest and neck, and a groove appeared.

Inside the groove, a complex mechanical structure is operating, constantly making a tiny sound similar to that of a clock.

"It seems that she also longs for recovery..."

As Xingmo spoke, he reached out and carefully placed the steam core into the groove.

The moment the complex nested ring-shaped mechanism fell into the groove, the needle-like structure was intricately embedded with every part of the core.

“Click…”

The ring structure on the steam core began to rotate and slowly retracted into Isis's chest.

Suddenly, the sound of gears turning could be heard from the girl's body, and her long eyelashes began to tremble slowly...

Then, she opened her eyes—

"Buzzing—"

The dark clouds gushed out like a tide, and Xingmo had no time to dodge and was swallowed by the tide.

The next second, a green halo bloomed in the air, tearing apart the darkness—

"Crack!"

Aurora was standing in front of the rift, staring at what was inside.

"I guessed it. She has more than one layer of defense devices on her body." Aurora said in a low voice.

Xingmo slowly walked to Aurora's side and looked into the crack with her.

Chaotic light and shadows rolled and flickered in it, as if layers of waves were covering each other.

And every drop of water in the waves reflects different memories.

"A seal has been placed within her body, and the source of her energy comes from that 'black heart'."

Aurora said calmly:

"If it weren't for us, even if a normal person got the steam core, they would be instantly devoured by the power in her body."

"It's really hard to guard against." Xing Mo muttered.

Did Isis really hold so many secrets? So important that they needed to be protected like this?

"Can this seal be broken?" Xing Mo said.

Hearing her say this, Aurora puffed out her cheeks.

"Don't you have any confidence in me? How dare you ask!"

"Puff..." Xing Mo laughed, "Oh, then I have to say something. After all, when encountering such a thing, without your words, I can't move forward."

"Hey~" Aurora looked very pleased.

Her gaze returned to the crack and she murmured:

"It can be broken very clearly, but I don't think we need to be that anxious."

"what do you mean?"

"'Black Heart' is composed of 'anti-life elements,' which are essentially carriers of negative energy," Aurora said calmly. "Is this your idea?"

"you mean..."

Xing Mo thought for a moment, and then her pupils shrank slightly:

"...Can we use this power to reversely peer into her memories?"

"And they are the worst memories." Aurora nodded.

What made the former bard become what she is today? What is her relationship with Letes?

"As long as we can access her darkest memories and suppress them, she can return to normal." Aurora said.

Xingmo nodded:

"Well, let's see what kind of memory it is."

A down-and-out bard, a curse in a ballad, a doll deep in the castle.

What kind of sorrow could an exquisite doll have once possessed?

As Aurora stretched out her hand and widened the crack, complex light and shadows suddenly burst out, swallowing up the star foam.

It was a familiar feeling again: blurred fragments spread across the field of vision, some very black, some very white, as if someone had thrown light and shadow into a chaotic pot, stewing it all together.

Then, the lights and shadows gradually took shape and pieced together to form a complete picture.

"..."

"Get out of here!"

Rainy day, wet streets.

The girl was thrown out of the house and fell into a puddle on the street, her skirt immediately splashed with dirty water.

But she held the doll tightly in her arms to prevent it from getting dirty.

"You spend all day writing about your useless junk! Tinkering with puppets and dolls! You're such a loser!"

"You should have learned etiquette and gotten married, at least to earn me some food! But look at you now!"

It was a man's voice, and it sounded irritable, but Isis couldn't bear to look at his face.

The rain fell on her face, blurring her vision.

Is it rain?

"Don't throw your daughter out. She's still young. She's just..."

A woman begged, and then there was the sound of sticks hitting flesh.

"Shut up! You bastard Galo! Where's my wine? Bring me my wine!"

Wine...or rain?

The rain is like wine, blurring one's consciousness.

But rainwater is not wine. Alcohol can paralyze people's nerves and make people feel hot all over.

The rain will only make people colder.

"Clang."

The door was closed, and the sound of sticks and screams came from inside, but the girl could no longer hear anything.

She lay on the ground, hugged the doll tightly, and bent down to kiss the top of the doll's head.

At least the doll has a home.

......

"It seems that Miss Isis is from Garo."

Aurora and Xingmo stood at a distant street corner, looking at the girl lying in the rain and shivering.

"A typical family of the old times," Xingmo murmured, "a high-blooded Garo woman reduced to a slave of the Golden People..."

She couldn't say that word; it was blasphemy.

"It's hard to break free from those shackles, right?" Aurora whispered.

"It's really difficult. I can't imagine what it would feel like." Xing Mo shook her head.

"..."

It was raining in the sky, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and white mist was pouring into the streets.

The white mist became thicker and thicker, and finally submerged everything in a faint white light.

Then the mist dispersed, and the girl stood in the garden, playing and singing the ballad she had written.

The rain had ended, and what replaced it was cheers - people gathered in the audience, applauding and cheering for her talent in ecstasy.

Ten years later, Isis has become an outstanding poet.

Her voice was melodious and ethereal, and her words were beautiful and concise, which immediately caused a sensation in the city of Galao.

After leaving her original family, she walked through the long night alone and finally found her own way out.

"Thank you, everyone," the girl smiled and bowed to the audience, "Thank you for liking my poem."

"..."

Just as the girl was immersed in the joy of the crowd, suddenly, a wave of spiritual pressure hit her.

Her heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, and her pupils widened slightly, and time seemed to suddenly stop before her eyes.

"You got everything you wanted, didn't you?"

A voice sounded behind Isis, low and hoarse.

Xing Mo looked behind her, and sure enough, a jackal-like shadow was entangled around her!

Just like Leites.

"You...who are you..." Isis murmured.

"I am the rain, the club that hits you on the forehead, the bread that molds and rots before being swallowed, the doll that is cut into pieces and thrown on the ground..."

The shadow of the jackal whispered in the girl's ear, and the voice was like some invisible hook, making her feel like she was sinking.

"...I can help you achieve great things..."

"...Do you accept it? This is your gift..."

talent.

The gift of creation runs deep in our blood.

Just like those sparks of inspiration that light up in a flash, they always bloom inadvertently and then disappear...

Looking at the girl being entangled by the jackal's shadow, Xingmo opened his mouth slightly.

"Miss Isis... isn't she a Garo?" she murmured, "Then why..."