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

　"You...why do you have so many bad intentions!"

　"There must be some misunderstanding here! She's my sister! There must be something wrong!"

　"Come home with me..."

　"Use the power they give you to save them."

　"Aurora."

　Amidst the brilliant stars, the pair of emerald eyes seemed close at hand.

　"I like you too."

　At that time, the pair of emeralds were sparkling among the stars, so dazzling.

　But those emerald eyes were already filled with starlight.

　"Look carefully—why are you crying?"

　Emerald, starlight.

　Along the way, Xingmo gradually changed from a rebel against fate to a puppet of fate.

　She is always on the go, for the people behind her and for the academy.

　But what she loves may not be such grand things. She does not love the city, but perhaps just a corner of the city.

　A stove, a bathtub, a bed, and...

　A good morning.

　But Aurora saw it with her own eyes

　Xingmo gradually lost all that. In this world, she was like an observer, and Xingmo was her eyes.

　She saw that Xingmo hid all her tiredness in her dreams, and her murmurs in her dreams were always childish words like "I want to eat" and "I want to cook".

　Aurora would laugh at Xingmo's dream talk, but she was also sad.

　What’s funny is that what Xingmo wants is really too simple.

　It's sad that she lost even something as simple as this.

　From a simple girl who loved cooking, she turned into an executioner with blood on her hands.

　Just as my sister said, does Xingmo really not love those lives?

　She loved those lives so much, perhaps she understood the logic of life better than Aurora.

　She knew that life was beautiful, but she also knew that life was destined to grow fangs.

　The beautiful parts were left for Aurora to see. Xingmo hid her behind him and turned himself into a fang.

　Life is a disaster, yes.

　The girl sacrificed everything for the so-called nobility.

　Why is Aurora sad?

　She clearly knows the logic of life very well, and that the demise of those lives is inevitable. Will she really cry for this?

　No.

　She was sad for Xingmo.

　For Xingmo, who is no longer free and is bound by fate.

　For Xing Mo, who clearly loves all living beings but is forced to kill the enemy.

　""

　Behind Aurora, Perlis looked at her back silently with an indifferent expression.

　She saw Aurora look back and saw two tears frozen into ice marks.

　"Life is the scar of the world," Aurora choked, "The scar is torn open...healed...torn open...healed..."

　"Pain," Perlis closed her eyes, "The meaning of life is to wage war against the world."

　"Even if there might be nothing left in the end?" Aurora raised her head.

　“Do not go gentle into that good night,” Perlis nodded gently, “to rage against the dying of the light.”

　light.

　Aurora once again recalled Xingmo's back above the ring city.

　Strange, but majestic.

　"The cold wave is a calamity for all living beings," Aurora whispered softly. "Little Saint... you must transform into a calamity in order to fight it."

　"And you, Aurora?"

　Perlis looked directly at her sister.

　"Will you stay with her, or stay away from her?"

　"we..."

　Aurora looked down at the snow.

　She recalled the first time she saw her sister after coming into this world, and the conversation they had in the cafe.

　"If you're confused, just look at her."

　"For example... as a mortal, how should I protect other mortals?"

　Xingmo is not a god. Even if she is promoted to an angel, she is still a human.

　She doesn't have any omnipotent means, and she is not the manipulator of fate.

　She sacrificed her kind self to protect the mortals behind her.

　In each game, she became like Ugaan Tukakankian and learned how to move forward by any means necessary.

　Life itself is full of contradictions. She was clearly trying to save people, but she had to kill people.

　This is an unsolvable question.

　No solution...

　"!"

　Suddenly, Aurora noticed that there seemed to be some green fluorescence in the snow under her feet.

　impossible...

　She squatted down and dug into the snow with all her strength, her movements getting faster and faster.

　After an unknown amount of time, Aurora found the source of the fluorescent light in the snow pit.

　A small seedling.

　Those were the plants that grew on the snow when Aurora came into this world. After Aurora left, they should have withered due to the loss of vitality.

　This is the edge of the cold wave, the Caradorans Mountains, and across the mountain is Mortiheim.

　But it survived tenaciously, this tiny sapling.

　Hiding in the snow, striving to grow upwards.

　"This problem never needs to be solved, Aurora."

　Perlis looked at her stunned sister:

　"Because life will find its own way."

　The academic city of Academi.

　After returning from the Arcadia Chamber, Alice went directly to the White Tower to find Miriam.

　She dragged Miriam into the library of the White Tower and used various methods to collect information, which took her a whole day.

　It wasn't until Miriam pulled Alice down from the bookshelf that she realized she hadn't rested for twenty-four hours.

　"Huh, look at you. Even though you're a demigod, you're still made of flesh and blood!"

　Beside the small stove, Miriam casually cracked the eggs into the dough and turned to look at Alice with lifeless eyes.

　"You're not like our living golden body, born with the holy body of overtime! You're still flesh and blood, senior sister~"

　"I just didn't expect it would take so long without any results," Alice stretched. "The first golden bough, there's not even a trace in history."

　Alice hadn't found any information about the First Golden Bough except in Arcadia Thane's diary.

　Not at all.

　"Honestly, if it wasn't for what the senior wrote in his notes, I would have thought you were crazy."

　Miriam put the noodles into the bowl and complained:

　"Golden Branch, if something like this was hidden in the Citadel, it would have been used as a propaganda tool by the Church long ago."

　"I think so..." Alice rubbed her temples. "But...where else could it be?"

　"Could it be related to the Sean family's bloodline?" Miriam placed the noodles on the table and put her chopsticks aside. "Maybe that thing is their family's... uh... inheritance?"

　"Unlikely," Alice picked up her chopsticks and shook her head. "If that were the case, Ophelia could have used the Golden Bough to declare herself a bishop when she returned to the Citadel, instead of resorting to shady tactics like she's doing now."

　"You really hate her." Miriam sat opposite Alice, holding her face with her hands and smiling brightly.

　"Of course, after all..."

　At the steamship port, a woman rushed over with a knife, and gunshots were heard.

　Alice knew that Ophelia was the kind of person who would do anything to achieve her goals.

　Even though her goal was to protect the academy, her methods were overly paranoid.

　"...If it's related to the bloodline of the Sean family, can we find a way to use Ophelia's blood to find the Golden Bough?" Alice began to have a brilliant idea.

　"This is too...brutal..." Miriam stuck out her tongue.

　"If it's for the Citadel, she deserves to give some blood," Alice nodded slightly. "It's not like she's going to die, so what? But I'm just thinking. If blood can lead to the Golden Bough..."

　As Alice spoke, her hands slowed down as she stirred the noodles.

　"...Did the Golden King hide the Song of Sand in the blood of the Imperials?"

　"To be precise, it's not hiding, it's just granting a qualifying trait," Miriam recalled the reports. "In layman's terms..."

　"Blood magic! Yeah, maybe that's the idea..." Alice stood up and paced back and forth. "The Sword of Dawn also has a master recognition mechanism, which is also a qualification feature... And if the Sword of Dawn can resonate with the Gate of Painting..."

　"Senior, sit down and eat your noodles first!" Miriam stood up and said firmly, "I can't watch you ruin your body. Hurry, obey."

　Alice was slightly stunned and looked at Miriam, feeling a little surprised.

　It was the first time she saw Miriam so tough, so she slowly sat down and started eating noodles obediently.

　Miriam stared at Alice sternly, making her afraid to say a word except eating noodles.

　After a long time, until Alice finished her noodles and soup, she finally let out a breath.

　"I've made up my mind. I'm going to go find Mr. Luffy. The Imperials are more proficient in bloodline magic, and Mr. Luffy should know a lot about it."

　"Can you please get some sleep?" Miriam sighed softly. "You're running around like this, your body is going to be ruined."

　"There's no time to waste. Xiaomo and the others are still busy on the front lines, and I can't fall behind in the back."

　Alice got up immediately, picked up the shawl hanging on the wall, and pushed the door open to leave.

　Behind her, Miriam took a deep breath and slumped over the table.

　"...you idiots!"

　"Crash!"

　Heavy rain, seemingly endless rain, just like the storm in New Garo that came to the Academy along with the Golden People.

　Alice got off the car at the port area of ​​the north city, opened an umbrella, and walked alone towards the residential area of ​​the Golden People.

　The first impression upon entering the neighborhood is chaos. The streets are full of patrolling soldiers, driving away the golden people, and their shouting is particularly noisy in the rain.

　"What are you doing?" Alice stopped a soldier. "Did they do something wrong?"

　The soldier's eyes were filled with malice when he was stopped, but when he saw the golden cross hanging on Alice's chest, he immediately calmed down.

　"Your Excellency, they are gathering illegally on the streets and are very likely to cause rebellion."