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

　Just like the years she had experienced.

　"You guys go back first, I'll just wait here."

　Hearing the girl say this, Angelica and Albus, who were standing behind her, looked at each other, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

　""

　The girl was waiting alone on the hillside, the gray wind blowing her long hair and making her cheeks cold.

　She was alone with the ancient tree quietly.

　After an unknown amount of time, golden starlight twinkled on the lawn.

　A gust of wind blew, and the giant trees and the grass on the hills were humming softly.

　Xingmo's figure froze on the hill, and as he walked towards the wheelchair, he spoke:

　"Is the situation serious enough for me to handle?"

　The girl in the wheelchair turned her head and looked at Xingmo, with a faint golden light flashing in her eyes.

　"Yes."

　Ophelia Sean frowned slightly, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

　"you are late."

　"You didn't set a time," Xingmo shrugged, "so I went to buy a sweet iced tea and paid for two little angels who ordered a table at the restaurant but couldn't pay the bill."

　"Ugh..."

　Ophelia sighed softly and shook her head slightly:

　"Ms. Star Angel, you said that as the head of a department, I have the right to contact you and report incidents that are beyond the department's ability to handle, but you can't let me wait here for you all afternoon."

　"What are you talking about? I see you are enjoying this time." Xing Mo chuckled.

　Her eyes fell on the huge tree - Ophelia had not yet withdrawn her hand.

　The girl was slightly startled, then lowered her head and looked at her paralyzed legs:

　"maybe."

　Being alone with the giant tree made her think about a lot: her kind grandfather, her corrupt father, the sound of gunfire in the alley...

　...and the joke of her fate.

　That night, the three thousand years of mission of the Sean family ended in her. She was pierced through and turned into a golden branch, which became the key to open the door of painting.

　She dreamed of a golden field, with starlight forming every blade of grass in the field, swaying in the gentle evening breeze.

　She thought that was her fate: she could sleep with her sins.

　But she woke up.

　The Tree of Life shattered all the souls in the world and reshaped them into new life.

　Ophelia Thain was among them.

　She thought her mission was over, but she was dragged back to this world by fate.

　At that time, she knew that her journey was not over yet.

　She still needs to suffer for the sins she committed.

　This is her path to atonement: to survive.

　After her recovery, her legs were paralyzed and she needed a wheelchair to get around. A doctor once suggested that this paralysis could be cured by modern mysticism, but Ophelia refused.

　So, with this body, she took over the position of section chief from Xingmo.

　"Tell me, what's the matter?" Xing Mo said.

　"Aliya should have told you about the Messina Kingdom."

　Ophelia took out a piece of letter from her vest pocket and handed it to Xingmo:

　"In short, the Messina Chamber of Commerce has been completely controlled, and the Red Moon Cult has been confirmed to have revived. According to Angelica and Albus's investigation, the person behind this is..."

　"Lucifer." Xing Mo said.

　Ophelia was stunned and frowned slightly:

　"So you know."

　"I knew it a long time ago. How many things can that child hide from me?" Xing Mo smiled.

　Ophelia stared at Xingmo for a long time before slowly putting the letter away.

　"Looks like you don't need a briefing."

　"Go back, I will find a chance to deal with this matter." Xing Mo said.

　"I have a question for you."

　Ophelia looked at Xingmo:

　"Since you know everything, why don't you remove all evil yourself? Why let their sins live, and why do you let mine continue?"

　"If the extraordinary is destined to surpass the ordinary, what made you choose to stay out of it?"

　A question.

　Facing Ophelia's seeker-like eyes, Xing Mo chuckled and said:

　"You will find the answer, your answer."

　Ophelia stared at Xingmo for a long moment, trying to catch a glimpse of gold in those emerald eyes.

　She failed, so she sighed softly and said:

　"There's a department-wide team-building party next weekend. Angelica asked me to invite you to come along. There will be chocolate cake."

　"Did you do it?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

　"You...tsk..." Ophelia turned her head away, "Are you coming?"

　"I will come."

　Ophelia looked at Xingmo in surprise, and then found a hint of tenderness in those emerald eyes.

　"Go back, Ophelia," she said softly, "thank you for your hard work."

　""

　Watching Ophelia pushing the wheel away with her hands, Xingmo stood under the ancient tree and looked at the sea in the distance.

　A breeze carrying green light blew past her. Before she knew it, Aurora was standing beside her.

　"Why didn't you tell her the answer to the question she asked you?" Aurora whispered.

　Xing Mo looked at the waves on the sea with a calm expression.

　She saw the waves smashing against each other, the fishing boats fighting the wind and waves, the wind tearing the clouds over the sea, and the fish leaping out of the water.

　"You have to find the answer yourself, and everyone's answer is destined to be different."

　"As for my answer..."

　Xingmo closed her eyes and took a deep breath of cold air.

　Three thousand years ago

　In the Age of Gods, a lost angel embarked on a human journey to find the missing piece of the puzzle.

　Now, standing under the post-apocalyptic clouds...

　Xingmo opened her eyes and faced the sea.

　She whispered the answer she had found at the beginning of her journey:

　"Because, everything depends on human effort."

　...The Shepherd's Strings are finished...

　...END...

　Volume 6 is finished.

　Every story has an ending, just as every road has an end.

　With the completion of the last three parts, the main storyline of "Shepherd's Star" has also come to an end.

　Really fast.

　When I was writing the last part of Volume 6, I couldn’t sleep at night. I kept thinking about the plot, wondering if it could be better, if the expression was adequate, or if there was a plot line I had forgotten to bring in.

　Then I would toss and turn, and whenever a new idea came up, I would quickly think about it, because I know I am the kind of person who is too lazy to delete the manuscript...

　In fact, writing the book "Shepherd's Star String" was not tiring at all. The time I spent conceiving this book was probably less than half of the time I spent writing "Little White Flower".

　The development and recycling of the super long story structure... these scattered skills have become so familiar to me after I finished writing Little White Flower that I can't think of how to write a bad ending for this book. I even thought about it specifically: How can I write a bad ending for this book? I thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of it.

　It's strange, I don't think I can write bad books...

　Is this normal?

　The ending of Volume 6 was not shocking or mind-boggling. Instead, in a calm and peaceful atmosphere, everyone worked together to solve the difficult problems that had lasted from the end of the Age of Gods to three thousand years later. They sang the Shepherd's Symphony together on the dark side of the moon and thwarted the Father God's conspiracy to surpass the stars.

　What I try to impart is an emotion between romance and devotion.

　After I finished writing the last chapter of Little White Flower, I sat there like a wooden stick, looking left and right helplessly, like a child who didn't know what to do after doing something wrong.

　I wrote the last paragraph of this book really just... smoothly.

　After finishing writing, he lay down on the chair and rested for a while, sighing softly.

　feels good.

　But when I think about it, this book is often criticized for not being "sharp enough" and therefore people feel that "the emotions are not strong enough."

　In fact, when I was thinking divergently about the two chapters of Crimson Heaven and Symphony of the Shepherd Star, I had many ways to deal with them, and finally I chose the one that gave me the least emotion.

　The version with the strongest emotions is... the long shot of Cain. Do you remember that everyone bought time for Xingmo, and then Xingmo looked at his familiar companions, every character created in the previous two million words, being hacked to death one after another. In front of the power of the Red Moon, they were no different from ants, and each of them died miserably.

　Finally, with the exchange between Alia and Enoch, Xingmo used the dead souls of his companions to complete his anchor point and grasped the blood-stained Shepherd's String, which also corresponds to the previous prophecy of "mountains of corpses and seas of blood".

　Don't get excited, I'm not saying this is the official history, I just thought of many different possibilities when I was conceiving.

　I discovered that my pen tip was still sharp, and I could recall every word of that plot, but I found that I really didn't want to write that way.

　Really don't want to.

　There are too many plots where people can die. For example, the ending of Lucius' plot as a man seeking redemption, a death can almost elevate him better. I have already written a similar character easily in "Pure White Fireworks".

　But I don't want to write like that.

　I often say that this book should have a happy ending, and everyone will be as good as possible in the end. There will be a happy ending, and everything will be fine.

　I never create purely black characters. Every character I create, including Xingmo and Aurora, is a gray character—they're not purely good or evil, they just have different perspectives. Xingmo would allow a tsunami to engulf an entire city for the sake of the Citadel, but would sacrifice herself for all living things. Cain would kill all the Abels for freedom, but would willingly die for his brother.

　There are no purely good people, and no purely evil people.

　In the desire to write a happy ending, I will give each character a relatively good ending. No one will be too miserable, and even if they die, they will die for a good cause...except for the String Painter.

　This is probably why I wasn’t overwhelmed by the flood of emotions after writing the ending.

　At first I thought, maybe I didn’t write the ending well.

　Later I realized that this was correct.

　This sentiment is correct.

　I am already a full-time author. After sinking into the abyss of anxiety and truly experiencing the feeling of wanting to vomit just by breathing, I don't want so many knives anymore.

　A knife does not mean profound.

　I have always held myself to the standards of a work of art. The details can be a little rough, but the core must be the best of the best. I have thought about what this book should bring to my readers - besides the exciting battles, the sticking points, the super cool foreshadowing, the cinematic narrative and camera sense, what else do I need to bring to readers?

　Actually, I haven’t thought it through before.

　But when it was over, I suddenly understood.

　Each of us is fighting against life and fate. We are always losing, but also always gaining. Everyone's life is a novel, and what I want to convey and wish you is that I hope that at the end of the story, you can return to the original peace and beauty.

　This is enough.

　No need