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

　Xing Mo and the others found a nice little corner in the terrace restaurant, sat down, ordered some wine and cakes, and started chatting.

　"...In short, we suspect that original sin exists in some physical form," Ophelia finished her narration. "That's why a petal was found among Captain Alex's remains. We believe those petals are a symbol of original sin."

　"That's an interesting guess," Xing Mo nodded slightly, "Let's continue investigating in this direction."

　Ophelia frowned. She had long guessed that Xingmo would probably pretend to be a riddle man and keep silent again, so she was not too surprised.

　"But I really didn't expect you to get here before us," Ophelia muttered, "and become a teacher."

　"It's a different experience," Xingmo smiled. "How about you, how do you feel about returning to your alma mater?"

　"Not bad, not bad."

　Ophelia tilted her head and looked at the groups of classmates in the cafeteria.

　When she was studying at Krista School of Magic, she often came to the Terrace Restaurant, but most of the time she came alone.

　She doesn't have many friends, most of them are just acquaintances, or they are needed for student union work.

　Whenever she has free time, Ophelia will come here, order a glass of red wine and read a book.

　She read almost all the scriptures of the Xinghai Church here, and gained a deep understanding of what her grandfather was guarding.

　In this strange land, she had thought about the future.

　"It hasn't changed much here," Ophelia looked at Xingmo. "It's romantic and beautiful, but it seems like everyone's face is wearing a mask. Everyone is running around for what they desire, and they're extremely utilitarian."

　"You must have been a little star in school," Xingmo said, picking up the red wine glass and snatching Aurora's away. "I still can't forget your zeal when you graduated and came to the Citadel."

　"You're not a little star, are you?" Ophelia said in a small voice.

　"But she's quite famous... Daughter of Stoner... Descendant of the Thane family... Many titles... None of which I like..."

　Ophelia sat on the terrace, the people around her blurring out.

　"Senior Ophelia, are you free this weekend?"

　"Senior Ophelia, I have some questions for you..."

　"Senior Ophelia, I would like to meet with Bishop Roberts Thane. Could you please..."

　"Ophelia..."

　"I refused their gaze."

　Ophelia raised her head and looked directly at Xingmo.

　"I don't want to be praised or valued because of the name of Sion. This feeling... can't be called a good one..."

　"Ever since my father thrived in Messina, relying on the name of the Sean family and gaining widespread influence, I began to avoid this surname. I hated the attention it brought me, the judgmental stares. It seemed as if everyone was curious about whether I longed to inherit the scriptures or the Chamber of Commerce..."

　"But later, I figured it out."

　Ophelia picked up the red wine glass, took a sip, and savored the sweetness and bitterness.

　She didn't say what she figured out, but changed the subject:

　"Star Angel, what do you think of Mogu'e?"

　"He's a very ordinary person," Xing Mo said calmly. "In fact, many people in Messina give me this feeling. They care a lot about material things, such as money."

　"Does Miss Ophelia know her?" Alia suddenly asked.

　"Yes..." Ophelia nodded slightly, "I do know her."

　"Graduates from the same class?" Xing Mo asked.

　"um, yes."

　Ophelia lowered her head, the scene of the graduation ceremony appearing in her mind.

　As the best graduate, even though she chose to go it alone most of the time, almost everyone would try to get along with her, at least on the surface.

　Only Mogu'e is different.

　That day, as Ophelia walked down the valedictorian's podium and returned to the student line, she felt her sleeve being tugged.

　When she turned around, she saw Mogu'e staring at her fiercely.

　"Do you think you're cool? Ophelia Thane."

　Ophelia did not respond, but just stared at Mogué silently.

　Seeing this, Mogu'e was a little annoyed and whispered:

　"If I were you, I would honestly inherit your father's family business! Instead of portraying myself as a so-called martyr! As if you really care about the title of goddess."

　"Mogu'e, this has nothing to do with you," Ophelia turned her head away. "Over the years, you've never beaten me in professional classes, even if you've put in ten times as much effort as I have. But if you don't have talent, you don't have talent. Don't try to teach me with your distorted view of life."

　Hearing these words, Mogu'e's expression became noticeably worse. She glared at Ophelia fiercely and whispered:

　"Hmph, you're relying on your family and pretending to be a devout believer. Just wait, I'll marry a wealthy businessman with a background as good as yours, and you'll soon be surpassed by me..."

　""

　"She's just like that. She's very competitive, but she's never been able to beat me, so she tries every way she can to put me down."

　Ophelia picked up the bottle and poured herself a new drink.

　After listening to Ophelia's description, Xing Mo nodded slightly:

　"Do you hate her?"

　"I wouldn't say I hate it, I just feel... quite pitiful."

　Ophelia shook her head.

　"So I originally wanted to take her class to see what her current level was, but I didn't expect you to be there before me."

　"Isn't this the same as seeing her level?" Xing Mo smiled faintly.

　"Hmm, you see, that's the stereotype of the Messina people," Ophelia shrugged. "So you see, if you want to find the original sin in such a large school like Christa Magic Academy, it's going to be very difficult, right?"

　"Could it be that Mogu'e is the original sin?" Xing Mo guessed.

　"Is it such a coincidence?" Ophelia shrugged. "She does fit the description of Fury. Look at how she looks when you irritate her. But we've already found Fury."

　"Not necessarily."

　Xingmo shook his head:

　"Think about Captain Alex's case. Was rage really the only serious crime in that series of events?"

　"Captain Alex's sailing skills were very strong, which aroused the jealousy of the crew members, leading to his being reported."

　"Think about it again: he couldn't control himself and had sex with the tourists on the boat. It was lust that got the better of him, and he made a mistake."

　"Not to mention the Messina Chamber of Commerce, which arrogantly manipulated the situation behind this series of events."

　"You mean..." Ophelia frowned.

　"Original sin is everywhere," Xing Mo spread out her hands. "These things are engraved into people's nature. They are part of who they are and an indispensable part of who they are."

　"As for why Alex became a violent wrathful being... perhaps it was because that was the breaking point of his sin?"

　"So there's no way to convict someone of original sin based on a character flaw," Ophelia sighed. "To find the location of that petal, we might need some other means."

　"Milliam should have provided some solutions?" Xingmo said with a smile.

　"You really know everything."

　Ophelia reached inside her coat and took out a spiritual

　put.

　She placed the spirit on the table, and a faint golden light flickered inside the crystal clear crystal.

　"This pendulum will track the wavelength of original sin, and if it exists, it will react."

　"My plan is to directly address the original sin at the homecoming speech for outstanding graduates in a few days."

　"And you still say Ophelia Sean isn't a little star," Xingmo smiled faintly, "Just showing up can attract the whole school to listen to the lecture."

　"Don't make trouble."

　Ophelia turned her head in dissatisfaction and looked outside the terrace.

　"It's about time I rest," she said. "I'm a little tired."

　"Go ahead." Xingmo said with a smile.

　So, Alia stood up, said goodbye to Xingmo, and pushed Ophelia away.

　Xingmo turned around and looked at Aurora, and found that the little girl was writing something in a notebook.

　Noticing Xingmo's gaze, Aurora quickly closed the notebook and cleared her throat:

　"Are you done talking?"

　"What are you writing?" Xingmo asked curiously.

　"Mind your own business, little saint. I won't talk to you."

　Aurora picked up the notebook and threw it into the void.

　"Don't meddle in other people's business. Let's go to bed!"

　Seeing Aurora being so cautious, Xingmo didn't say anything.

　She pinched the little guy's face, then stood up and said:

　"Let's go!"

　At midnight, in the corridor, Nunnally held up her wand and walked along it, relying on the faint fluorescence of the wand tip.

　Walking in the darkness, her steps were hurried, as if the shadow behind her was chasing her.

　Nunnally is afraid of the dark.

　When she was a child, her father always told her stories about the sea. At that time, she lived in a lighthouse and guarded the sea with her father.

　"...Anything could emerge from the dark waves. It's not so bad if it's a supernatural fish, but sometimes, minions of the abyss will crawl onto the hull..."

　"...Remember, Nunnally, as long as you walk in the darkness, you must light a lamp for yourself. They are afraid of the light..."

　A few days ago, she suddenly learned the news of her father's death.

　It is said that her father was bewildered by the thing in the darkness and made a wrong decision, which almost killed everyone on the ship.

　She hadn't seen her father for a long time. Ever since her father followed the pirate king to the sea, her mother told her not to inquire about her father's news again.

　Even so, her father always sent money home regularly to support her studies.

　But recently, her mother was laid off and her father's salary was cut, so she had no money to continue her studies.

　After receiving the expulsion order, Nanali had no choice but to go to the principal and confide her suffering to him.

　The principal promised to help her and gave her a student loan so that she could complete her studies first.

　And now, it was time for her to collect the money.

　""

　At the door of the lecture hall, Nunnally reached out and knocked gently:

　"...Principal Sphinx?"

　The door opened, and what came into view was a dark classroom and a podium in the middle of the classroom.

　Beside the podium, a witch stood there grimly, her face looking somewhat terrifying in the light of the fire.

　Nunnally was startled at first, then recognized that it was Professor Mogué.

　"...Professor Mogué, why...why are you here?"

　"The principal can't come because of something," Mogué whispered, "I'll do it for him."

　She picked up an envelope and motioned Nunnally closer.

　Nunnally hesitated for a moment, but still took a slow step towards Mogué.

　When she walked to the front of the podium, suddenly, Mogu'e grabbed her wrist -

　“Hey! You…”

　"Why did you answer that bitch's questions in class today!" Mogu'e's face was grim. "Isn't my teaching good enough? Why did you support her?"

　"I...I didn't..."