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

　"It doesn't hurt," Xingmo smiled. "I feel your blessing, okay?"

　Aurora forced a smile and immediately turned to look at the other side of the sea.

　"Little Saint, are you afraid of fate?" she asked.

　"I'm not afraid." Xing Mo replied.

　"Are you really not afraid? Or should you not be afraid?"

　"Don't be afraid."

　Xing Mo closed her eyes and recalled the light and shadows of the past in her mind.

　People in Yanxia often say that if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Xingmo used to think so too.

　And now, she is the only tall person left.

　The Golden Disaster made her understand a lot. The "world protected by the goddess" she expected did not exist, and everything was controlled by her.

　The Star Sea Goddess did give Xing Mo enough rationality in that era, but she did not take action personally.

　Xing Mo didn't know the reason, but from this incident, she could get a glimpse of the goddess' attitude.

　Xingmo or Cain, the dispute between them must be decided by themselves.

　Xingmo felt her hand being pulled up. She lowered her head and saw Aurora's determined expression.

　"We'll go on with you," she said.

　"What's wrong?" Xing Mo gently pinched Aurora's hand, "Little Ancestor, you..."

　"Don't ask," Aurora smiled slightly, "It's all a secret~"

　She poked Xingmo's waist playfully, and her expression changed in the instant she turned her head.

　She had seen the scenery of the silver tree and understood the logic behind it.

　The Dark Elf King's worries were right, the Crimson Doom was bound to come.

　And she also knew that Xingmo could not escape this thread of fate.

　The girl clenched her fists slightly. This time, she did not vent her anger and did not intend to tell anyone.

　If there was one thing Aurora had learned from Xingmo, it was strength.

　""

　On the edge of the cliff, the two girls were silent, looking at the sea.

　Their expressions were calm, but they were both in tune with each other. This calmness would not be the main theme in the future.

　Epilogue) Holy War (Part 2) (Volume 5 is finished, please give me a monthly ticket~)

　"Section Chief?! Why are you back?"

　In the Extraordinary Department office, Angelica stared at Xing Mo who pushed the door open in amazement, and suddenly felt a little confused.

　She had just arrived at the Academy City and took over the position of acting section chief, ready to show her talents and hone herself at the same time.

　The work hasn't started yet and Xingmo is back.

　"The matter has been resolved," Xing Mo said calmly, "Thank you for your hard work."

　"No...it's not hard..." Angelica said this sincerely, she really wasn't tired.

　"But we don't have any plans to take a vacation," Xingmo took out a photo and placed it on the table. "We're issuing a wanted notice for this person in the name of Section 1 of the Supernatural Department. If you see him anywhere, please contact Section 1 directly."

　Angelica took it

　The photo showed a priest with a kind face.

　Her pupils widened slightly, she raised her head and shouted:

　"Miss Saint! He was just here this morning!"

　A golden light flashed in Xingmo's eyes, and a golden pupil opened among the sea of ​​clouds, overlooking the academic city below.

　There was no trace of Father Enoch.

　"What is he here for?" The golden light in Xingmo's eyes disappeared.

　"He... gave us a note, saying it was for the section chief and that he didn't recommend any of us read it."

　Angelica waved her hand, and Albus immediately stood up from his seat and went to the third department to get the seal.

　A few minutes later, Albus came back with an iron box and put it on the table.

　"Very rigorous." Xing Mo nodded slightly.

　She snapped her fingers, and the box fell apart. A piece of paper woven with pale golden starlight was suspended in mid-air.

　Reaching out and shaking hands, Xingmo heard the priest's whisper in his ears:

　"...Evacuate Wintershire to prevent those poor souls from getting trapped in the ice..."

　"Notify Chloe immediately and have her take people to the vicinity of Winter County!" Xing Mo said, "The Court of Redemption may take action soon."

　Is it the collapse of the Caradorans Mountains? Probably.

　"well!"

　The Department of Extraordinary Affairs immediately became busy. Xing Mo slowly walked to the bedside and looked at the academy outside the window.

　A storm is about to come among the dark clouds.

　"Here, coffee."

　A small hand handed the coffee over. Xingmo reached out to take it, then turned around with a smile.

　Now, the only person who could temporarily bring a smile to her face was probably Aurora.

　Xingmo took a sip of hot coffee. As expected, there was no sugar in it, and a faint bitterness spread to the tip of her tongue.

　"They're pretty powerful, aren't they?" Xing Mo said, "We don't have to do a lot of things anymore."

　"These people can't rely on you forever," Aurora muttered. "Aren't you planning to convene the White Tower Council?"

　"Everyone has been notified, but... let's not rush things," Xingmo murmured. "Once we start, we might not be able to stop. Now that the sea is being watched by the Pale Angel, we still have some breathing space."

　"It's so hard," Aurora muttered. "I can't even breathe for a moment."

　"Thank you for your hard work," Xingmo rubbed Aurora's neck, "I'm sorry I haven't had time to play with you."

　"Go away, you treat us like children," Aurora glared at Xingmo. "We'll have time after this is all over. Yes, after everything is over."

　Her tone was a little strange, as if she was cheering herself up.

　Xing Mo hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly:

　"Aurora, that day...you and Miss Perlis were unable to enter that era. Where did you go afterwards?"

　"I'm going shopping, and by the way, I want to wish the troublesome little saint a blessing." Aurora turned her head away.

　"You know something, right?" Xing Mo asked seriously, "Can't you tell me?"

　Aurora turned her head and looked directly into Xingmo's serious eyes. She liked the way Xingmo looked when he was serious. He had a kind of energy that made people feel very energetic.

　"We..." Aurora hesitated and said, "We saw... a possibility..."

　"What possibility?" Xing Mo asked.

　"We can't say it," Aurora shook her head slightly, "As long as we say it...it might become true..."

　Believing in the prophecy made it come true, Aurora remembered her sister's words.

　She was resentful of her sister's concealment of these matters, it was true, but she was not stupid enough to not take her sister's high rank seriously.

　That was Perlis Havrgard's warning.

　"Anyway, I only know that I must stay with you until the end." Aurora raised her head and looked at Xingmo, "Don't leave me."

　"...I didn't mean it that time in the capital."

　"We don't care," Aurora winked. "Let's make a promise."

　Aurora stretched out her little finger and looked at Xingmo stubbornly.

　Xingmo also stretched out her little finger, and their fingers were tightly hooked together.

　Climbing the broken castle stairs, Arya once again came to the familiar terrace.

　The old woman and Freya had been waiting here for a long time. Seeing Alia coming, the old woman smiled and waved:

　"Sister, long time no see."

　"Ka...Miss Kathy..." Alia was a little uncomfortable. "Isn't it a little strange for you to call me sister?"

　"Hahahahaha, I wanted to learn time magic from you back then," Casey said, waving her hand with a smile. "Actually, since leaving the capital, you've always been my role model."

　"I don't deserve it." Aaliyah lowered her head. She knew she could not be a role model.

　"And you," the old woman patted Freya's shoulder. "When I first arrived at Silver Blade, I asked around for a long time, but I found out there was no one like you. I never thought I'd end up having to raise you."

　"Old woman... stop talking... it's so embarrassing..." Freya scratched her head.

　How could she have imagined that Cathy was the old woman who raised her, more than two thousand years ago.

　She knew that the guardian of the Book of Hell had lived for a long time, but she didn't expect him to live so long.

　"Those fifty-nine survivors...are they all okay?" Arya asked the old woman.

　"What else can I do? Collison went back to Messina, Linda went to Academi, and the rest of them basically went to Silver Blade with me.

　. "

　Cathy looked at Alia with a smile:

　"Before we arrived, most of the Silver Blades were Light Elves. After we came, the balance was somewhat balanced. However, not all of the fifty or so people survived. The side effects of the Moon Altar varied in severity. But thankfully, their bloodline survived."

　"That's wonderful," Alya murmured.

　"Well, I was going to share something with you," the old woman waved. "Miss Arya, do you still have the king's crown?"

　Arya nodded and took the broken crown from her waist.

　Standing here made her very unhappy with her parents. After all, the last time she stood here, she watched her father embrace madness and saw her country destroyed.

　But she had to come back, she knew that some things could not be escaped and had to be faced.

　The old woman took the crown, gently stroked the surface of the crown with her hand, and said:

　"This crown is necessary to channel the power within the Moon Altar. Therefore, when the holy war comes, you will need to fight on the front lines."

　"I will," Alia nodded softly, "I have revenge to seek."

　She did not forget what Father Enoch had done. Both her father and mother died indirectly because of that priest.

　Even if she was not needed at the front, she would go to Mortiheim.

　This is not only for his parents, but also for the residents of the royal capital who were burned alive in the Moon Altar.

　"As for Freya, the angel needs a follower to carry her power to the other side of the sea." The old woman looked at Freya, "It's you."

　"Ah? Me?" Freya was stunned. "I don't want it!"

　"Shouldn't you be excited?" the old woman was a little surprised. "Becoming a follower of the Angel of Knowledge is the lifelong wish of every Silver Blade Tribesman."

　"I...I'm a little scared..." Freya's voice became softer.

　The tragic scene of the dynasty's collapse was still vivid in her mind. The Elf Princess had never experienced such a storm.

　The old woman reached out her hand lovingly and rubbed Freya's head.

　"Go and know," she whispered, "this is not only for your own good, but also for Silver Blade's good."

　"...Yeah." Freya nodded slightly.

　She didn't know if she could do it, but after going through all this, a sense of mission gripped her.

　"I will." She nodded slightly.

　The light of the setting sun shone in, casting a twilight hue on the elves' faces.

　The three elves turned their heads and once again looked down at the old capital below from the place where Eryth El fell two thousand years ago.

　The king was mad, but he was mad to avoid doomsday.

　And today, everything the elves do is still to avoid that doomsday.