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

　"I didn't protect them well before because I wasn't there! The Star Angel is too weak!"

　"I really can't do it without you." Xingmo rubbed the back of Aurora's head.

　"...Why are you so frank all of a sudden? I'm really not used to it..."

　"Haven't I always been honest?" Xing Mo said calmly, "When I wanted to steal Xiaohua, I asked for your opinion first."

　"Hehe, didn't you snatch it away in the end? I didn't agree to it."

　"I didn't steal it. I was manipulated."

　"No matter what, if you pick them with your little hands, you'll take our little flowers away!"

　Aurora let out a cry and bit Xingmo's index finger.

　"Ouch."

　"Punish your restless little hands." Aurora smiled faintly.

　She was slightly startled, then became more serious:

　"But those little flowers have also done great things here... They sacrificed... They protected..."

　"Yeah..." Xingmo murmured, "We can't let them down."

　"uh-huh."

　As they were talking, the two stopped in front of a door.

　When I opened the door, the familiar dormitory was still full of spring, with flowers, plants and vines decorating every corner of the room.

　This was the dormitory they stayed in when they infiltrated Nefera Beta.

　At that time, Xingmo's name was Xingsheng, and Aurora's name was Xingyu. They were sisters who escaped from Falu.

　"Now that I think about it, the disaster in Falu is over, and the seeds from the Holy Tree Cult have been delivered, they won't starve soon, right?"

　As soon as Aurora entered the room, she kicked off her two small leather shoes, jumped onto the vine chair, and stretched out her feet to Xingmo:

　"Little Saint, I'm tired, please massage my feet."

　"Take a shower first. I've been staying here lately to prepare lessons." Xingmo hung her bag by the door.

　"Hey~ Why do we have to live here~ We are not teachers..."

　"You are a teacher's family member."

　Xingmo turned around, picked up Aurora, and walked towards the bathroom.

　"Let's go take a shower!"

　"So proactive, little saint... But have you forgotten that this is our home turf..."

　"That's hard to say."

　""

　A few hours later.

　Xing Mo, panting, turned her head and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

　His chest was still pressed down, and he could see Aurora's sweet sleeping face from the corner of his eye.

　This little guy fell asleep at the speed of light.

　Xingmo slightly brought her legs together, squeezing Aurora's legs together.

　She hugged the sleeping little one and kissed her on the cheek:

　"Have a sweet dream."

　""

　Xing Mo turned her head again and looked at the pale blue crescent moon outside the window.

　Ink-gray clouds flow in the clear sky, washing across the sea of ​​stars like a trickle of water, leaving behind a trail like the foam of waves.

　From time to time, the noise of students could be heard coming from the tower next door. It sounded like someone had sneaked out despite the curfew and was now being chased by the student union.

　Under the cover of night, everything sleeps in peace.

　How long can this peaceful era last?

　""

　Xingmo held Aurora's arms a little tighter.

　She knew that her current strength alone was not enough to protect this fragile world.

　But if she seeks a higher power, she is afraid that she will become like the crazy father god, who regards all living beings as ants and grass, and puts her own selfish desires above everything else.

　Perhaps this world has always been as short and fleeting as dew, and life is but a flash of sunlight on the dew.

　However...

　""

　Xingmo closed her eyes and immersed herself in the endless night.

　In her dream, she was a golden butterfly, floating in the sky above the silvery trees, swaying in the wind and rain.

　But in

　At the end of her journey, she landed on a branch.

　Sunny afternoon.

　On the street in Baita District, next to a small stall, Ataniti squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the rows of shiny little gadgets.

　Some are small gem pendants, some are bows, and some are small steam engine toys.

　Anyway, they are all things that little girls like.

　Well, there was indeed a group of little girls around her, but their focus was not on the things on the stall, but on her butterfly wings.

　From time to time, a little girl would pinch her wings and mutter:

　"Where did you buy it? It's so beautiful..."

　“It still glows…”

　“Soft…”

　""

　"Miss, is there anything you would like?"

　A call brought Ataniti back to reality. She raised her head and looked at the doll lady in front of her.

　"Ah...I don't know either..." Ataniti said in a low voice.

　"It's okay, take your time choosing. We're very cheap here," Isis Elbella chuckled. "These are all handicrafts made by the children of Winter County. Now that the temperature has risen, a group of them will be returning home soon. Before they leave, we plan to sell these things to everyone at a low price, so that they can leave behind some beautiful memories."

　"What wonderful memories..." Ataniti murmured, "Is the county very cold in winter?"

　"It's cold, but I'm used to it." Isis nodded.

　"Why did you run away if you were used to it?" Ataniti tilted her head.

　"Ah, miss, don't you know about the disaster in the Caradorans Mountains?" Isis was a little surprised. "The cold wind from Mortiheim blew directly in at that time."

　"The cold wind in Motiheim is very comfortable." Ataniti tilted her head again.

　"Is it...comfortable?" Isis sweated profusely.

　"It's cool."

　Ataniti was about to describe what she had seen in Mortiheim when she was suddenly picked up:

　"I told you not to show your wings outside, idiot!"

　It was Chen Xi. She was wearing a black dress and carrying a small bag full of goods.

　"Let me go! What are you doing!" Ataniti struggled.

　"Stall owner, please pack up that little green gem butterfly," Chen Xi casually threw a few gold coins on the stall, "She's been eyeing it for a long time, but she didn't bring any money, so she didn't know how to ask for it."

　"I don't!"

　"You have it." Chen Xi took out a long loaf of Faroese bread from the bag and stuffed it directly into Ataniti's mouth.

　"Hmm..."

　Isis didn't dare to ask what was going on. She packed up the little butterfly and handed it to Chen Xi:

　"I don't want so many gold coins."

　"It's okay, I wish you a smooth journey back home!"

　Chen Xi waved with a smile, then quickly left with Ataniti.

　Isis stared blankly at the backs of the two girls, unable to recover for a moment.

　Come to think of it...the butterfly wings don't look fake?

　"Miss Isis, what's wrong?"

　"fine."

　Isis turned around and saw Alena coming over with a small bag and placing lunch on the small table nearby.

　"You did it?" She smiled faintly.

　"Yes," Aliena puffed out her chest. "Miss Isis, would you like to try my cooking?"

　"Maybe later, it's almost time to close the stall," Miss Isis moved the puppet's joints. "Come to think of it, we only met Miss Jadeti once during our visit to the Citadel."

　When Miss Jiedeti was mentioned, Aliena's expression became more serious:

　"Ms. Jadeti is a big shot now! She's a saint! We can't keep bothering her!"

　"That's true. After all, she has so many things to deal with now." Isis nodded.

　At this time, the sound of bicycle wheels came from the side. They turned around and saw Ina rushing over.

　"Isis! Aliena! Something terrible is happening!"

　"Something bad is happening?"

　"Yes! Miss Saint said she would treat us to a meal before she left! She also said she wanted to talk about the construction of Winter County!"

　Ina fell off the bicycle, looking panicked.

　Isis and Aliena glanced at each other and sighed:

　"What a terrible thing..."

　""

　At the end of the street, Xing Mo raised her eyes and looked at the people not far away.

　Looking at the three of them playing and fighting, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

　Forget it, I won’t bother them now.

　She turned and walked into the crowd. Just as her body was about to dissipate in a golden light, the mark on the back of her hand lit up, and Alia's voice came from her ears:

　"...Miss Saint, the Section Chief wants to see you..."

　"Now?" Xingmo muttered, "Where is she?"

　"She said, 'You know.'

　"uh-huh..."

　The mark faded, and Xingmo sighed softly.

　She raised her head and looked at the sky, her body disappearing in the crowd.

　On the hills facing the sea, huge ancient trees cover most of the hillside.

　At the corner of the tree, the girl sitting in the wheelchair reached out her hand and gently stroked the rough bark.

　This tree, located in the suburbs of the northern city, was planted by the first saint Arcadia Sean in the Dawn Era, and it has a history of three thousand years.

　The girl gently stroked the bark, feeling the touch from her fingertips: rough, with a slight tingling sensation from time to time.