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

　What made him die for it?

　""

　The light and shadow changed, and Ivramis stood at the edge of the terrace.

　She saw the princess crying on the terrace, and the maid beside her repeatedly comforted her.

　"Your Highness... please stop crying... I feel bad when you cry..."

　"I've had enough of this, Anna..." The princess burst into tears, "I... I miss him so much. I want to go to Nefera Beta with him, I want to go to class with him... I want to have dinner with him..."

　"The path His Majesty has arranged for you is safer," the maid advised softly, "This concerns the succession of the kingdom..."

　"I don't care whether the kingdom is inherited or not! Whoever wants to inherit it can inherit it!" The princess suddenly shouted, "I want only him!"

　""

　Looking at the princess's simple dress, looking at the luxurious

　Ivramis was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an indifferent expression.

　What she possessed was something that the woman the gladiator admired might never have in her life.

　But she wants to give up all this and go to the other side of the sea to study in a school?

　Just for one... him? Who was he? Was he important to her?

　Someone important to me... Someone I want to reunite with...

　Blood-red eyes under the moonlight.

　""

　Ivramis turned around and found herself standing next to the farmhouse.

　In the distance, a giant dragon flew over the snow-capped mountains, and the horizon was dyed red from time to time.

　On the haystack, the boy was reading with a leisurely look on his face.

　"Stop reading! Harvest the wheat in the field!" the old woman shouted.

　"No, no, we agreed on ten minutes a day!"

　"You can't go to school anymore! Yan Zun's front will soon be pushing over, and we'll have to move farther away! Mr. Liu won't teach anymore! His arm was cut off by the Pale Army!"

　But the boy ignored the old woman's shouting. He just stared at the book, engrossed.

　Under the shadow of war, the boy did not give up his studies. He said he wanted to study.

　Did he just want to study, or did he want to get out of the rice fields and into the wilderness?

　Ivramis also didn't understand why he longed for these things. According to the old woman, he would never be able to go to school anyway, and the shadow of war was engulfing their country. In such an era, life was worthless.

　But why?

　Ivramis doesn't understand...

　Doesn't she understand...?

　With countless lights and shadows overlapping, Ivramis's sight fell on the eyes of every living being.

　Sometimes, she was a newsboy selling newspapers on the street.

　Sometimes, she is a bird entangled in thorns.

　Sometimes, she stood on the edge of the cliff, facing the sea, and sang loudly.

　Sometimes she howled in the pouring rain, surrounded by mud and trenches.

　Sometimes her vision was so high that as she swept across the horizon, she could see the country below.

　Sometimes her vision was very low, and she climbed along the narrow gap in the stone road, crawling towards a spot of unobstructed sunlight in the distance.

　life.

　The corners of Ivramis's mouth trembled slightly.

　She couldn't understand it, but her heart was resonating, like a string vibrating.

　Each tiny tremor is insignificant, but when countless tremors linger together, they create the sound of mountains, rivers and streams.

　Finally, Ivramis stood on the ruins.

　The emerald green has washed away the dust on the ruins. Among the broken walls, vines are like lace on a lady's lace skirt, embellishing the angles of the collapsed stone walls.

　In a corner of the ruins, Ivramis saw a small sapling.

　It was pressed under the stone slabs of the ruins, its roots bent at ninety degrees, and it could barely extend half of its leaves into the sunlight.

　Dew gathered on the edges of the leaves, reflecting the sunlight and the golden eyes of Ivramis.

　Suddenly, bits of pearly light fell on the leaves and merged with the dew.

　Those were the tears of Ivramis.

　She stretched out her hand and wiped it across her cheek blankly, looking at the faint water stains on her fingertips.

　She suddenly understood.

　All life, regardless of species, time or place, has similar characteristics.

　Ivramis once couldn't understand what it was, but now she does.

　Lucifer, Orb, Aurora, the light in their eyes...

　All things in the world are shouting out a common will. They may not have said those two words, but their every move interprets those two words.

　No matter when, no matter where.

　It was not until now that Evelamis realized that those two words had already been engraved in her mind.

　Since when?

　Under the moon, on the branches?

　Or even earlier?

　When she first looked down at the Shepherd Light Star from the moon and watched all things walking under the plan of the Father God, that faint emotion had already arisen.

　Only now did she truly understand.

　""

　At this moment, emotions, along with thoughts, finally burst out like a spring.

　Ivramis made a decision.

　She lowered her head and gently moved the stone slab away...

　Return the sunshine to the seedling.

　Interlude) World (Part 7) -5k- (Two updates in one)

　On a huge meteorite rotating around a star, Golden Sun Wheel Yi grabbed an apple floating in the air.

　He leaned against the stone, took a bite of the apple that Ivramis had brought, and said:

　"It's been a while since I've eaten fruit grown on the planet."

　Ivramis was standing opposite Yi, with her head lowered.

　Yi looked at her and couldn't help but feel that her expression was much more lively. He chuckled and said:

　"Understanding the emotions of life is not easy, is it?"

　"I feel uncomfortable, but I realize that this is not pain." Ivramis shook her head.

　“No, it’s not painful.”

　Yi raised his head and looked into the deep space in the distance.

　The Shepherd's Light Star hung in the darkness, with the crimson moon revolving around it, and crimson linear lights flashed between the two from time to time.

　"This is, alive."

　Ivramis raised her head and met Ina's golden eyes.

　"But they will never be free," Ivramis whispered, "because the red moon is high in the sky."

　Yi nodded slightly and said:

　"...Red Moon...that is definitely not a bridge to be used...He has consciousness, just like you and me..."

　"...His form is closer to the original... a star, a pure star... But he actually has intelligence... Does he? I can't be sure..."

　"Things that cannot be described cannot have intelligence." said Ivramis.

　Yi shook his head:

　"If He had no intelligence, why was Lucifer manipulated? Why did Crimson fall, revealing that horrific doomsday to her, leading her to rebel?"

　Having said this, Ivramis choked.

　Yes...How could the moon, which has no intelligence, look for its own spokesperson in the mortal world?

　That red moon...does it have intelligence?

　In a trance, Ivramis saw some pictures in front of her eyes.

　She saw the small seedling pressed by the stone slab, trying desperately to emerge from the narrow gap.

　Perhaps, that was just Hongyue's instinct.

　The instinct of living things.

　"...The one who painted the string may not have anticipated all this... If he insists on doing so... he will not get what he wants..."

　She looked at the moon and whispered softly.

　"Will Hongyue completely break free from her constraints?" asked Ivramis.

　"Yes, the stellar gravity I control locked onto Him, but He also locked onto me," Yi nodded slightly. "Tidal locking. I'm sure it would drive anything crazy. As long as He is crazy, everything pulled in the same orbit as Him will also become crazy."

　"That..."

　"Starlight, I'm not complaining. You are His most favored angel, the original angel. You learned from Him how to weave destiny. Can't you see the direction it's flowing?"

　Yi's eyes suddenly became sharper:

　"...I forgot, maybe you have seen it a long time ago, or is this what He desires?"

　"At once...from God to the collapse of all things..."

　"That's why I'm here," Ivramis said softly. "I have no intention of hiding it from you. I will show you."

　She stretched out her hand, and as the golden strings flickered, the path to the giant silver tree opened.

　Yi's gaze fell on the giant tree and on the "future".

　"That is the only future the Father desires," said Ivramis. "All living things, including us, will be sacrificed to that string."

　"The Holy Spirit will gather the angels of Abel, the Holy Virgin will gather all things in the world, and the Holy Virgin will gather you, me, and Aub."

　"Ultimately, we all come together as one person, carried by the flower, with God the Father holding the string."

　"Once that string is born, it will be able to control the stars on the entire cantilever. Those chaotic and unspeakable things will become puppets of the Father, and the picture He desires will come true."

　"He wants to complete this process through the Crimson Moon, right?"

　Yi took a bite of the apple, her golden eyes calm.

　"Indeed, He will use the Red Moon to amplify the influence of the Shepherd's String. After all, that moon is a drop of water spilled from the river of destiny."

　Ivramis watched Yi eat the apple, saw the satisfied expression on his face, and said:

　"At the same time, He also needs to use the Red Moon to complete the Shepherd Star String. After all, the probability of that string existing is extremely small. Only by manipulating cause and effect can the probability of its existence be made 100% at a certain moment."

　"So that's it."

　Yi raised his head, looked at the stars above his head, and watched the sea of ​​fire roiling:

　"Thank you for telling me, Ivramis. As you can see, I've long been aware of the existence of that doomsday. But now that I've personally confirmed the manner of my own death, I'm somewhat relieved."

　Yi chuckled and lowered her head, only to find that Ivramis's eyes were sparkling.

　His mouth opened slightly, but quickly closed into a smile.

　"Haha, I was just joking. Don't look at me with those sad eyes."