Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

Chapter 109

Understand what it feels like to fail

"Ahhh! My goods!!!"

Early in the morning, in the camp of the Bellman caravan, Helena let out a sharp cry as she looked at the trucks that had been knocked to the ground by the battle the night before, and the goods inside that had been scattered all over the place.

However, it was not just the goods that were affected. Many people even woke up the next morning to find themselves hanging on tree branches or lying in the bushes for some reason.

And what no one could ignore was the large area of ​​scorched earth that suddenly appeared next to the camp.

And Ovinia, one of the instigators of all this, was now helplessly explaining to everyone what happened last night.

"Huh? That old hunter is really not a good person... I had such a pleasant chat with him last night..."

"Tsk, I just find it weird, how can someone bring such a little girl to a place like this!? I had a nightmare last night! After one, there was another one! And the previous and the next were even connected!"

"Damn it, I was tortured almost all night last night! That nightmare was too real! It even made me feel pain!"

The members of the caravan all had dark circles under their eyes from nightmares, and they were cleaning up the mess in their camp while cursing.

After directing the guards and merchants to lift up the collapsed carriage and retrieve the undamaged goods, Helena came to Ovinia angrily and asked, "I only want to ask one thing! Are those two bastards dead?

"Those two bastards made me lose one-fifth of my profit this time! These bastards are the ones who cut off my money! I will never forgive them!"

Listening to Helena's roar, Ovinia broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead. To be honest... the reason why such a big commotion was made... actually had nothing to do with Simmons and Maria.

It was mainly because the grumpy old sister who possessed Annabelle was reckless in a fight, and most of the impact was caused by her.

"They should be dead... After I used the puppet, I didn't sense that they were still alive... Of course... I don't rule out the possibility that they used some method that I don't understand."

"Death is the best!"

Helena left Ovinia muttering curses, and Ovinia sighed softly, then turned to look at Trinity, who was lying on the side with her head down and rubbing her eyes.

"Trinity...had a nightmare?"

"Ah... yes..." Trinity recalled her experience in the dream. The so-called nightmare is to tear the beautiful dream into pieces for you to see.

My dream was so perfect at the beginning. Ians lived with me in seclusion, had a small house, and had a pair of children. But in a blink of an eye, this beautiful dream was torn apart!

The Minotaur... It's that Minotaur again! It's haunting me! Why is it so keen on snatching Ains from me! ?

Ovinia didn't care about the distress in Trinity's eyes, but recalled the nightmare she had last night, the nightmare that made her mediocre and unsuccessful...

"Trinity... maybe I can understand why you left the tea party..."

"Huh?" Trinity stared at the dark circles under her eyes and looked up at Ovinia, tilting her head in confusion.

"I had a nightmare yesterday... I dreamed of the same situation as you did back then. My research was at a standstill and I couldn't produce any results. I was wasting money on the tea party but making no progress... Even the Great Witch Dany said that she was willing to accept my mediocrity..."

"Nonsense!" As soon as Ovinia mentioned the word "mediocre", Trinity immediately retorted: "Great Witch Dany would never say such a thing. She would never describe others as mediocre!"

Ovinia also nodded and said, "I also felt this weirdness, so I realized that the place I was in at that time was probably not reality...

But at that time, the first thing that came to my mind was not questioning, but agreement, because the one who thought I was mediocre was not Dany, but myself.

That nightmare was truly terrifying. It easily stirred my emotions and subtly changed my thoughts...

I doubt very much whether those experiences would have become engraved in my memory and changed my personality if I had not escaped from the nightmare at that time.

I can still clearly recall my anxiety, fear, confusion, Dany's expression towards me, and the other witches' ridicule of me...it's as if I had really experienced all of this.

Trinity, I understand you now... the feeling of being unable to prove your own worth and being immersed in doubt and worry is really too painful..."

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Trinity looked at Ovinia, who looked a little depressed, curled her lips and muttered, "It seems that this nightmare is quite valuable to you... How about it? Ovinia, you have always been smooth sailing, but now you feel the taste of being a loser~"

Looking at Trinity's expression that seemed to be gloating, Ovinia grinned bitterly and responded, "Yeah, that feeling is really unpleasant..."

"Then how did you break free? You said that the dream could subtly change your emotions and thoughts. How did you escape from this subtle influence? Strong willpower?"

Trinity stared at Ovinia curiously and asked, while Ovinia turned her back, spread her collar, pointed at her neck, and said, "That nightmare technique is very strange, of course I can't do it just by relying on my own will.

In fact, I was able to break free from the nightmare thanks to my puppet limbs. In order to be able to use these four limbs as freely as my own, I connected them to my nerves.

Therefore, my limbs can send signals to my nerves when I encounter danger. Although I was attacked by nightmares, my limbs were better than nothing. After sensing that I was in danger, they immediately sent signals to shock my nerves. "

"Ah? You actually woke up this way?" Trinity was confused, and asked, "Also... you wouldn't install limbs on anyone. You wouldn't connect them to those... nerves..."

"Of course." Ovinia nodded and replied, "This is a necessary process for installing the limb. Otherwise, the limb will only become a burden instead of your new limb. What? You can't stand it?"

"Um... I was thinking of asking you to make one for me when I had the money, but now it seems... forget it." Trinity waved her hand with lingering fear, indicating that she couldn't afford this installation method.

Ovinia did not try to persuade Trinity's rejection, but just nodded: "Okay, then I can have less work. By the way, what is your nightmare?"

"My nightmare?" In response to Ovinia's sudden question, Trinity replied with an erratic look: "This... is the same as yours! My biggest nightmare is the experience of not being able to produce results at the tea party in those years!"

"Huh? Is this true?" Looking at Trinity's obviously guilty reaction, Ovinia sensed something was wrong.

"It's true! One hundred percent true!"

"...Well...Oh, forget it, let's just assume that you are real..." Ovinia gave up asking questions because she was sure that Trinity would never tell her what the nightmare was even if she was beaten to death.

However, based on my understanding of her during this period... Hehe, it must be related to a certain sinful man...

"Huh..." Trinity patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she asked Ovinia, "Ahem! Um... So, Ovinia, you fought off those two uninvited guests, one old and one young, by yourself?"

"...Yes." Ovinia paused, then nodded seriously.

"Sure... When did you become so powerful~"

"I was just lucky. The girl named Maria should be the one who maintains the nightmare. In order to maintain the nightmare, she cannot fight. So, in fact, I only have to deal with the old hunter. It is not that difficult..."

Reluctantly responding to Trinity's question, Ovinia glanced at the little priest Annabelle who was sitting among the heroes on the other side. Her memory went back to last night...

……

"Please! Miss Ovinia! Please don't tell the hero about my dependent body!"

After the battle, Annabelle, who had released her dependent body, clasped her hands together and begged Ovinia. To this, she asked in confusion: "Aren't you and the hero teammates? Doesn't she know that you can use the dependent body?"

"Woo..."

The little priest was embarrassed for a moment, and muttered bitterly: "That... I, I really can't tell too many of my secrets to the brave man, this is the order of the white cardinal to me.

My mission is just to follow the brave man and provide assistance as a priest in their team..."

"That's all?" After seeing the saint who relied on Annabelle, how could Ovinia believe such a statement...

I'm afraid your real mission is not just as simple as being a priest! In fact, you, a little priest with no sense of existence, are actually a watcher planted by the church next to the hero!

Chapter 110

Moon God Followers

After guessing Annabelle's purpose, Ovinia frowned and sighed helplessly.

She raised her hand to Annabelle and said, "Alright, Miss Annabelle, that's enough for you to say... Ha, I really don't want to get involved in the affairs of your church. If you don't want to be exposed, I'll promise you."

Seeing that Ovinia agreed so generously, Annabelle was immediately delighted and took out a necklace from her arms with great joy.

She presented it to Ovinia with both hands and said, "Thank you Miss Ovinia for your understanding! This is a cross necklace blessed by the Cardinal! Wearing it will bring good luck!"

"Forehead……"

Ovinia twitched her lips, but finally, under the gaze of Anna's sparkling eyes, she couldn't refuse the cross necklace.

Playing with the cross necklace in her hand for a while, Ovinia couldn't help but think of Simmons and Maria, who also wore necklaces hidden in their collars.

"I remember Simmons... and Maria, who also wore similar necklaces. Are they also believers in the right God?"

"Believe in the true God?!" Hearing Ovinia's speculation, Annabell quickly shook her head to correct this fallacy: "No, no, no! Miss Ovinia! They are not believers of the true God, they are believers of the false God! They are the absolute enemies of us believers of the true God!

According to another guess of mine, the old hunter might be a believer of the Mother of Blood. His belief in this false god is very ancient, and has always existed in the shadows under the light of the Trinity God like a leech!

As for the girl named Maria, based on her ability to make people fall asleep and have nightmares, there are two possible beliefs she may have, one is the god of dreams, and the other is the god of the moon..."

"Moon Goddess?" Hearing this name, Ovinia couldn't help but recall the strange full moon hanging high in the sky that she saw in her dream.

She didn't try to hide anything and directly told Annabelle what she saw in her dream. Now, Annabelle's tone became more certain: "That should be correct, Miss Ovinia. The girl believes in the Moon God."

"Why is the Moon Goddess related to dreams?" Ovinia muttered with a frown.

"Because in the scriptures of the Moon God's followers, Olympus is the Moon God's subordinate. The Moon God is in charge of powers related to the night, including sleep and dreaming, and she handed these powers over to Olympus.

Moreover, the Moon God herself can still use the power of dreams. The difference between the two is that when the power related to dreams is used in the name of the Moon God, a full moon will appear in the dream. "

Following Annabell's explanation, Ovinia nodded and said, "I understand... So, this group of people are actually a group of pagans... Hiss, their target Akatok is also a pagan."

Ovinia immediately noticed the point, and Annabell nodded, guessing: "The reason they gave is obviously wrong. They are not going to capture the dark wizard Akatok, but to gather with Akatok...

These two people should actually be members of the Senluo Society, just like Akatok."

"Senluo Society, ah... all kinds of monsters have come out, it feels like the situation is getting more and more chaotic..."

"Miss Owenia, you don't have to worry about this! They are just a group of pagans. With our Orwell Tribunal here, they can't cause any trouble!"

Speaking of the Orville Inquisition, the young priest became visibly excited and proud.

The Inquisition, that violent organization in Orville... Ovinia had met several inquisitors. Those young inquisitors were quite radical, and were extremely devout and fanatical about the church.

Older inquisitors generally have two images. One is that they have lost the flamboyance and passion of their youth. Although they are still pious, they no longer have that kind of indomitable fanaticism.

The other type is even more devout than the young judge! Even more fanatical! Even more radical! Completely a fanatic.

Just like the unknown saint who was relying on Annabelle!

The saint was obviously the latter, with extremely extreme and conservative ideas. It was obvious that Ovinia cooperated with him to repel the two pagans.

However, because of Ovinia's identity as a wizard, he was criticized by her as a blasphemer who was disloyal to God and was not willing to talk to Ovinia at all.

She simply said, "I disdain to talk to fools who question God's comfort." Then she gave up her reliance, allowing Annabelle to regain the initiative.

Oh, okay, fool...

Well, this name is at least better than treating pagans as trash or bastards, isn't it?

It was hard to imagine that the saint who relied on a girl as soft-hearted as Annabelle was actually such a violent and extreme fanatic...

"Come to think of it, why do you call that saint who is dependent on you another me?"

Annabell responded as a matter of course: "Because she is another me. She has always existed in my mind since I can remember. The white cardinal told me that I am actually the reincarnation of the Saint given by the Trinity God.

It’s just that the Saint didn’t want to invade the soul of a new life, so she didn’t merge with my consciousness. We should have been united as one, but we exist independently of each other. She is indeed another me.

"Well, Miss Owenia, don't take it to heart. In fact, the Saint is only so irritable towards pagans. She is actually very kind, but sometimes her tone is not very approachable. But that's just her speaking habit... Woo!"

Halfway through her words, Annabelle's expression froze slightly and she let out a soft cry, causing Ovinia to glance at her in confusion.

The little priest smiled awkwardly and said, "Well... His Excellency the Saint criticized me and said that I was too talkative and told all the secrets out, and asked me not to talk too much to Miss Ovinia.

She also told me that I need to improve my physical fitness. She was restrained in the fight just now, and the scepter was not comfortable to use. She asked me to prepare a good sword for her next time..."

Ovinia looked at him in confusion, and asked, "Aren't you still spilling all the secrets?"

"Ugh!" Hearing this, the little priest's expression froze again. For a moment, an awkward atmosphere formed between the two of them...

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Recalling what happened last night, Ovinia turned her head and looked at Annabell, who was sitting among the brave men, with her mouth tightly shut and not saying much.

No wonder this little girl has such a low sense of presence. As a little priest who can't stop talking once she starts and can't keep a secret, keeping her mouth shut is probably the only way for Annabelle to keep a secret.

Alas, this is really embarrassing for this little girl...

"Alright! Everyone, stop complaining! Let's get out of this damn place! It's really bad luck that almost one-fifth of the goods are gone!"

After directing the guards to rearm the carriage, Helena called out to everyone and angrily kicked a broken pumpkin under her feet.

After receiving the order, the people in the caravan stopped chatting and got on their carriages, preparing to leave for Sorensenburg.

Before leaving, Ovinia took a look at the scorched earth she had blasted out, looking a little dazed. She wondered if she had actually killed those two people with her firepower at that time.

"Let's go, Ovinia, stop being in a daze."

Hearing Trinity's urging behind her, Ovinia was slightly stunned, then nodded, cleared her mind of doubts, stepped into the carriage, and followed the convoy away...

With the departure of the last guard, the camp was left in a mess, and a scorched earth beside the camp...