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

　Ophelia standing in the graveyard

　The edge of the street, wearing a black dress, standing under an umbrella.

　In the distance, she saw Alice Puxte, also dressed in black, praying toward the buried coffin. She turned her head and said solemnly:

　"Today, we bury Roberts Sean, the Archbishop of the Star Sea Church."

　"During the Citadel War, he raised the Sword of Dawn and single-handedly challenged the Golden King in the name of the goddess."

　"He fought in the name of faith and protection, and ultimately gave his life and returned to the stars."

　She saw the sword, the sword that her grandfather was said to have held until the very end—he had never flinched from the Golden King.

　He failed, but he never backed down.

　"In the name of the goddess, may his soul return to the stars."

　""

　From a distance, Ophelia watches Alice observe the funeral.

　"Miss Ophelia, I'm afraid the bishop's position will go to Miss Alice."

　Pastor Yaneri stood beside Ophelia, holding an umbrella for her.

　"After all... the Sword of Dawn chose her..."

　"it does not matter."

　"The Puchite family's faith in the goddess is extremely limited... You should know this," Pastor Yaneri said, looking worriedly at Ophelia's solemn profile. "Although her family has severed ties with the Messina Chamber of Commerce, they are, after all, a family that started out in business..."

　"It's ok."

　Ophelia's eyes fell on Alice's wet red hair - the noble lady didn't even hold an umbrella, as if she was determined to let the damn rainy day shed all her tears.

　"It's her sin not to trust the goddess, but who among us is without sin?"

　Ophelia used her hand to block Yaneri who was trying to follow her, walked out from the edge of the umbrella and into the rain.

　The cold raindrops hit her body, causing her delicate frame to tremble.

　She seldom got wet in the rain, at least not since she left her grandfather and followed her father to Messina.

　That day, she stood in the rain and watched for a long time until Alice finished presiding over the funeral of countless people.

　That day, she knew she could definitely trust Alice Pucht.

　But she also knew that Alice Pucht was not tough enough, not ruthless enough; she was, after all, a noble.

　She has companions she can trust, whether it is the dragon girl, the dark saint, or the white-haired girl rumored to be the "evil god".

　Her weakness is her companions.

　Ophelia does not have this weakness.

　After graduating from Krista Magic Academy, she had a big fight with her father, refused to join the Chamber of Commerce to inherit the family business, and also rejected the olive branch extended by the Messina officials.

　She resolutely returned to her hometown and the city of learning in order to inherit her grandfather's legacy.

　She has to protect the academy in this turbulent time.

　play hard.

　Because Grandpa said...

　"...We were born to atone for our sins..."

　"...do what you think is right, and love whoever you want to love..."

　""

　"No need to assign me a position in the church, Yaneri."

　Ophelia turned around and looked at the pastor with a complicated expression under the umbrella.

　"I will do it myself."

　""

　Suddenly, the blurred blocks of color separated, pulling Ophelia back from her memories.

　She stared blankly at a petal falling onto the table - the bouquet seemed to have completely withered.

　Almost at the same time, the office door was pushed open and a fully armed paladin walked in.

　"Bishop Ophelia," he said, his voice muffled by the brass mask as if it were a prisoner, "the councilors are taking action."

　Windwhispering Town - Academi Territory

　"We must return to the Citadel immediately and find Ophelia."

　Alice said as she uncorked the elixir and poured it in violently.

　After looking directly at the moon, she received a clear revelation - the first golden bough was in Ophelia Thane's bloodline.

　To be precise, it is in the blood of the Sean family.

　Now it seems that this first cluster of golden branches is not a specific sacred object, but more like a "qualifying feature" or a "destiny".

　Use the Sword of Dawn to break this layer of fate and you will be able to obtain the key to open the Door of Painting.

　Alice has almost recovered. During this period of recovery, she told the members of Section 1 everything.

　"But... there's a problem..."

　Albus frowned, looking uneasy:

　"Using the Sword of Dawn to break fate... this seems like a kind of... sacrifice..."

　As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent.

　Yes, that's true.

　Use the Sword of Dawn to break the destiny in your blood...

　It's a sacrifice...

　Ophelia...will she be willing to be sacrificed?

　Finally, Alice broke the silence:

　"Whether she wants to or not, we have to do this."

　"Even if it means we have to kill her."

　"She has done so many bad things, it's time for her to pay the price." Scott said coldly.

　"I... don't think Ophelia is that bad..." Angelica said a little uneasy, "Everything she did... was ultimately for the Citadel, wasn't it?"

　"Angelica! She ordered Pastor Yaneri to attack you! You almost died!" Albus was very excited. "Think about it, those members of parliament...

　How did they all die?! Let's not talk about Arnold and his ilk for now. Think about Senator Johnson! He did nothing wrong! It was just because he didn't give Ophelia the jurisdiction of the steamship!

　"I'm not making excuses for her... Don't get excited..." Angelica said quickly, "I just feel..."

　"Okay, stop arguing."

　Alice ended the argument and everyone fell silent.

　She lowered her head and looked at the cross on her chest. It was the Sword of Dawn.

　The goddess gave her the fate of opening the Gate of Painting and gave her the Sword of Dawn to carry out all this.

　She is the holder of the key and the one who is given a mission.

　Now, the mission is clearly before her - if she doesn't do this, the jihad may be on the verge of failure.

　"Let's go to the Citadel," Alice stood up. "Whether Ophelia likes it or not, we must open the Door of Painting."

　"Pack your things and get ready to go."

　""

　Ten minutes later, outside Windwhisper Town, Alice and the members of Section 1, each holding a flying broom, walked towards the field in an orderly manner.

　Everyone was dressed in uniform white shirts, ties and black coats, with a solemn expression.

　Now, the First Department of the Extraordinary Department is the wanted target of Xing Sui. As long as they appear in the Academy City, they will be attacked.

　Worst case scenario... the White Tower.

　However, under the absolute advantage in military force, no one in the Extraordinary Department would be afraid.

　Any one of them, if they let go, can fight against ten or even a hundred people at once.

　""

　Walking to the center of the wilderness, Alice, broom in hand, raised her head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.

　"It's time," she whispered.

　Under the cover of night, brooms flew into the sky, straight into the clouds, and disappeared into the night.

　tail valley.

　On the shabby stage, the poet Edda was playing the harp and singing softly.

　"...frost blooms between the dragon's teeth..."

　"...rust peeling off the rainbow..."

　"...the great ships that destroyed nations crushed the frozen spines of the gods..."

　"...the white doves at the end of the world are crying..."

　Cain opened his eyes, and the frost on his body gradually faded away.

　She nodded to Enoch beside her, then walked to the edge of the cliff and looked towards the end of the deep blue void.

　"...the elves forged the poem into a scimitar..."

　"...dragons and giants singing of fire and waterfalls..."

　"...Humans framed their warriors with their pupils..."

　"...the angel with flowing silver hair..."

　On Najilfar, Xingmo watched the sun kiss the horizon, and the fire of dusk burned all over the sky.

　Her hand was suddenly held tightly, and she squeezed it back.

　Behind her, elves, dragons, giants, and angels all gazed at the dusk before them.

　The evening was like a fire in the prairie, burning bigger and bigger, more and more fiercely.

　"...the Holy Grail is filled with wine and arsenic..."

　"...merchants write contracts in the shadow of the White Tower..."

　"...they placed their handprints on page nine..."

　"...signed his confession on the napkin again..."

　At the dining table, Ophelia Thain stood up and wiped the red wine stains from her mouth with a handkerchief.

　When she was done with the handkerchief, she crumpled it up again and threw it in the middle of the table.

　There were no more people around the table. The faces of the Messina merchants still held the terror of death. Some of them were members of the White Tower, but most were just ordinary merchants.

　Ophelia glanced at them, took the antidote, and turned away.

　"...Supreme Lord, does the current of fate exist? Or is it merely an illusion?"

　"...The crimson moon hangs high in the sky. Can His answer convince me?"

　"...The players at the chessboard risk everything, and the queen takes a step towards her own end..."

　"...freedom, freedom, freedom..."

　""

　The poet Edda opened her eyes with a faint smile on her face.

　The stage was no longer surrounded by goblins as it was in the past. Most of the goblins had already taken refuge, and the once prosperous Tail Valley was now deserted.

　There was only a young girl sitting on a small bench in front of the stage, with white hair draped over her shoulders and blood-red eyes.

　"Eda, what a nice name."