Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

Mernadè hates death, but she knows that many deaths are part of the way the world works and cannot be resisted or stopped.

But some deaths are not included in this list.

So, looking at Antilia who seemed to care about nothing at this moment, Mernadè wanted to stop her from withering away.

"Don't you want to see me die?" Antilia smiled gently.

"Why do you think I'm heading towards death? Maybe I'm heading towards a new life."

"In this world, some call me [Original Sin], some call me [Witch], and nothing related to me has ever been positive."

"This is my old self, a self I decided to kill."

"From today on, the me who only hurts others will die, but a gentle me will grow, a me who is more easily accepted by the world and those around me will live."

"That's a good thing for everyone, isn't it?"

Antilia's words were sharp, but her smile was also very gentle, so gentle that Mernade didn't know what to say at this moment.

She could only shake her head stubbornly.

"Then you won't be Sister Antilia anymore."

"Why not? Brother Floys will be very happy to see me like this, and other people will also be relieved to see me like this, right?" Antilia said without any desire.

"What about Sister Antilia herself?" Mernadette said loudly.

"Will Sister Antilia really accept me like this?"

Antilia nodded calmly, "Of course I accept."

"No, you won't accept that."

"Because the self you are talking about exists for others, and that self is not the real you." Mernadette's words were a bit difficult to understand, but Antilia understood what she meant.

"You won't understand. Things like self are not important." She seemed to be in a good mood. She slowly left the window and walked to the tea table to make a cup of tea for herself and Mernadette.

“In one’s life, one will always meet someone who is more important than everything in his life.”

“Even if I have to give up something for someone like that, I’ll be happy, even if that something is called [self].”

Antilia had already given up on herself once, so she could calmly give up the second and third time.

"I understand!" Mernadette denied Antilia's words.

"They are like my brother and the nun. They are very important to me. For them, I am willing to give up some of my own persistence."

“But they never asked me to do that.”

“Instead they encourage me to do what I love.”

"Before I chose the difficult path, I had thought about giving up because my brother was very afraid of trouble. If I chose that path, it would inevitably affect my brother's comfortable life."

"But before I could decide to give up, my brother found me."

"He said to me: 'Don't always think about how what you do will affect other people, try to live your life for yourself'."

"He said to me: 'Don't worry about what others say, don't worry about what those around you say, just be yourself. Give in when you can, and don't give in when you can't. Even if the whole world, even your closest people, try to persuade you, you must still hold your head high and say: No!'"

"He told me, 'The majority of people in this world live for others. These people have no sense of self and are the least valued. Even those who risk their lives for them don't think highly of them. When they die, at most, they'll sigh once or twice and forget about them.'"

"My brother didn't say much about this matter, but I know that he, like me, is not satisfied with this world."

"People should live for themselves, not for others. That's my idea."

"In many cases, if you don't even care about your own dignity, life, or anything else, then why should you expect others to care about you?"

Mernadette's words pierced Antilia's heart like a sharp blade. Her body became stiff and trembling.

“Perhaps when you make some decisions, you will have such an idea in your heart.”

"Everything I did was for Mr. Floyds, everything I did was to repay a favor, everything I did was for..."

"You get caught up in a kind of self-satisfaction, so even if you really hate something, you'll be persuaded by your own reasons and do it."

"But was what you did really necessary for you, or even for Mr. Floys?"

"It's just something that moved me but disgusted others!"

"Tell me, Ms. Antilia, are you willing to be a person who moves yourself, disgusts others, and even disgusts yourself?" Mernadette stared intently into Antilia's eyes.

"Tell me, Ms. Antilia, is everything you do really what you truly want to do in your heart?"

"Tell me, Ms. Antilia, would you rather be a truly independent person who makes Mr. Floyd feel dazzling, or a yes-man who is ignored by him and obeys his orders completely?"

"Tell me, are you really willing to give up something, give up yourself?"

"Please tell me your choice."

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Chapter 254: Mernade's "Harem" +1

Mernadette's words were deafening.

Antilia never thought that Mernadette, who always seemed timid and weak to her, would say such words.

She opened her mouth and habitually wanted to refute her, but when she opened her mouth, she felt some salty liquid appearing in her lips.

She reached out and touched her cheek.

She didn't know when her face was covered with tears.

At this moment, Antilia seemed to understand why Brother Floys had become someone she didn't recognize.

Maybe... he didn't change, he just lived the life he liked and lived out his true self.

But for me, what kind of life do I really want?

Antilia tried hard to dig out her memories.

She saw her past self, the helpless self, the hero who fell from the sky, and the vulgar and crazy Floyds.

"I also want to be like that..."

Not a crazy and perverted person like Floyd, but a hero like him who can bring hope to the desperate people.

Yes, no matter how terrifying Floyd was in the eyes of others at that time, for her, Floyd at that moment was a hero that belonged to her alone.

But when did this self "die"?

Maybe it was because she saw Floyds, who was impatient and drove her away, not wanting her to disturb the intimacy between him and her boyfriend.

Or maybe someone's words, "Only crazy people can get along with crazy people," influenced her.

It was more about her attachment to the hero in her heart.

So, the self who had once aspired to bring hope to others after gaining power died.

A witch named [Original Sin] came to life.

What would have happened if I had insisted on myself at that time.

Looking at Mernadè's encouraging gaze, countless silhouettes flashed through her mind.

If I had insisted on being myself, I would have gotten what I wanted long ago.

What Brother Floys longed for in his heart was the same as what I wanted at that time...

Antilia half-knelt on the ground weakly.

Mernadette helped her up.

Antilia looked up at the different-looking Mernade in front of her and suddenly said, "Tell me, how can we bring hope to others?"

"Bring hope to people?" Mernadette tilted her head and thought for a long time, then carefully took out a booklet from her arms.

That was the pamphlet she used to "preach".

It is a booklet in which she refined some dragon-slaying techniques taught to her by Charles and integrated them with Taylor's thoughts and her own ideas.

Maybe some of these ideas are a bit immature.

But it can really bring hope to people.

Ideas that can be spread and recognized by others will blow away the darkness in people's hearts like a breeze.

"Mernadette's harem has grown by one. Although she's a girl, I'm still a little jealous." Charles' voice was lazy.

When some words were brought to Floyds, some things were already destined.

"I really want to be alone with Mernade...but after all, I'm a good brother."

In fact, it's not just that. He is also very curious about what these ideas will bring to the world after they are really spread.

"Being with Mernadette is a very happy thing, but it's not all good. I always feel like I'm being influenced by her."

"At first, I thought more than half of the demigods in this world had been included in the sacrificial sequence, but now I actually think some of them can still be saved."

"This won't do... You can be gentle at other times, but this isn't the time to be gentle..."

Ciel muttered and snapped his fingers.

All the coins that were standing upright on his desk fell onto the table, and at the same time, a carriage suddenly appeared in front of Charles from the void.

He reached out and gently touched the heads of the four magical white horses in front of him, "In the past, because we kept a low profile, we caused you a lot of grievances. Today, perhaps we can be a little more high-profile?" Four Sequence 3 extraordinary characteristics appeared beside him. At the same time, the eyes of the four white horses gradually became quiet. Rays of spiritual light flew out from them, and then those Sequence 3 extraordinary characteristics merged into the spiritual light, and then returned to the bodies of the white horses along with the spiritual light.

"In order to get Clifford to make you a higher standard, I almost gave you away. If you don't kick a few demigods of the same sequence to death, I'll send you to Reiner for refitting."

"But by then, you may not be yourself anymore."

"Xilulu~" As if the white horse understood what Charles said, it neighed softly, then stretched out its tongue to lick Charles' hand flatteringly.

"Are you ready?"

"If you are ready, please help me send out the invitations." Charles smiled gently.

“Remember to be polite~”

A human smile appeared in the white horse's eyes. After letting out a "hiss" sound, it raised its hooves and entered the void again.

On Putati Highlands, beside the bonfire, three demigods were guiding the power of faith in the bonfire and trying their best to absorb the power from it.

A carriage suddenly appeared in front of them, and before they could react, the horse's hooves had already landed on their faces.

The three were severely injured in an instant, and then three invitations appeared in their hands. The sound of hissing was like a mockery, which made the three of them angry.

In the Steel Castle, in front of a huge furnace, a three-meter-tall little giant was waving a hammer to forge weapons. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a carriage moving forward. He turned around with some curiosity, and then he saw a carriage wheel pressing on his face and crushing him.

After the carriage left, he shook off the molten steel on his head and touched the wheel marks on his face and an invitation card that fell on the ground in a daze.

In a simple classroom in Longksburg, an old man with a white beard was giving some lessons in a gentle tone. Half an hour later, when the class was over, he drank the tea in his cup while looking at the children below with a gentle expression.

Xilulu~

A burst of horse neighing sounded in his ears. He turned around and found that four magical white horses were pulling a bright and gorgeous carriage outside the window. The white horse in the middle was holding an invitation in its mouth, and the white horses next to it were making a hissing sound and signaling with their eyes to take the invitation.

The old man walked over with some surprise. After receiving the invitation, the white horse gave him a humane smile, and then disappeared into the void before he could ask any questions.

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Chapter 255: Charles and Lady of Misfortune, a Story of the Past

The speed of delivering messages by carriage is not fast, but at the same time there are countless carriages in the world. They have the same mission and do not interfere with each other.

Past, present, future, destiny.

We can call the four white horses this name for the time being.

Each white horse represents a supreme masterpiece of truth and a historical recorder that has never gone astray.

That is Sequence 3 of the Astrologer Sequence.

They are not like humans, and are even different from those extraordinary creatures.

They were not able to be as omnipotent as the real [Historic Recorders], so Clifford ingeniously channeled their talents into some branches of the Astrologer sequence.

They can reach or even exceed the limits in the abilities of their respective branches.

If a single white horse cannot defeat a true [Historical Recorder], then two white horses can almost tie with two [Historical Recorders].

Three horses can defeat each other, and four horses can defeat or even kill the same number of church demigods in a fierce battle.

After all, they not only have the same complete sequence as the demigods of the church, but also have the power of [Truth].