I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Duanmu Yan held Phoebe tightly, nimbly adjusted his posture in mid-air, and finally landed steadily on the ground.

"call……"

He let out a soft sigh, looked down at the girl in his arms who was still nervously burying her face in his chest, paused for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"Phoebe, we've landed."

"Huh? Oh, I...I understand."

Phoebe gently opened her eyes, a blush rising on her face. She quickly broke free from his embrace and placed her feet firmly on the ground.

"Is it over?"

"I thought I could stay longer."

"Hmm, why am I starting to overthink again?"

Just then, the voice of a strange girl drifted from behind them.

"It's you?"

"You actually broke the seal again and came to this place."

"Hmm? There's another person who came with us? They seem to be from a religious sect?"

Phoebe turned around quickly at the sound and saw a girl with long blonde hair standing behind her. The girl looked to be about the same age as Phoebe, but there was an inexplicable strangeness about her.

Moreover, her face...

The more Phoebe looked at him, the more familiar he seemed, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before.

Until Duanmu Yan beside him uttered the girl's name: "Kathishia, it's been a long time."

The all-too-familiar name instantly made Phoebe's pupils shrink sharply.

"Ka...Katishia?"

She stared wide-eyed at the girl in front of her in disbelief.

"You...you are the Holy Maiden?!"

Volume 1: Chapter 139 Saintess, you're not dead?

Kathija.

Or, for the people of Laguna, the name Freud is more familiar.

She was a saint of the religious order and a heroine who stepped forward to save everyone during the disaster that swept through Lina Xita twenty years ago.

Phoebe had read about her story in the monastic scriptures and heard it from bards; there were many different versions.

But the saintess in those stories were all people of noble character and beloved by all, and were also top students in the seminary.

As a devout priest, Phoebe was already very familiar with these stories.

She had heard countless stories like "Saint Florides knocked away the afterimages in the sky with stones," "The saint tamed the weather," and "The saint is the sun of Laguna."

In her heart, that saintess was already an omnipotent being.

But now...

He actually met the saintess who had fallen twenty years ago while protecting Laguna?

How is this possible?

Saint Kathia, wasn't she already dead in her fight with Freudris?

No, did it ascend to the heavens together with the Avinuelin Theological Seminary during the fight against the Black Tide?

But why now?

Phoebe's mind was in complete chaos, and she couldn't make sense of anything.

Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief, and her tone was utterly incredulous: "Holy Maiden, you're not dead? You're still alive?"

Kathia was slightly taken aback. Faced with Phoebe's direct question, she was momentarily at a loss for words. She simply opened her mouth slightly, her eyes filled with panic as she looked at the girl: "This, I..."

"Your Holiness, why don't you return to Laguna?"

"Everyone would be so happy to know that you are still alive!"

Phoebe was incredibly excited. As she spoke, she moved closer to Kathija, her emotions running high and she could hardly contain herself.

This sudden enthusiasm caught Katishia off guard, who was used to being alone, and she could only look at Duanmu Yan with pleading eyes.

“Phoebe.” Duanmu Yan chuckled helplessly, shook his head, and stepped forward to gently pat Phoebe’s shoulder. “Katixia is indeed that saintess, but for some reason, she has lost a lot of her memories. So, your sudden excitement might make her a little flustered.”

"Eh?" Phoebe realized she'd been a bit overreacting after Duanmu Yan's comment. A blush instantly spread across her face, and she quickly took a few steps back, apologizing profusely, "I...I'm sorry, I was just too excited. After all, I'd only heard about the Saintess's legendary deeds in books and poets' stories, so..."

She pursed her lips, looking apologetically at Katishia, and asked timidly, "Your Holiness, you won't blame me, will you?"

Kathias looked at Phoebe's cute yet flustered appearance, sighed softly, and smiled gently. "Of course not. But am I that famous now? Back in the monastery, people weren't this excited to see me."

"Mmm-hmm!" Phoebe nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with excitement. "The most popular opera in Laguna right now is about your story, Your Excellency!"

"real or fake?"

Katishia paused slightly, then lowered her head, lost in thought, her brows furrowing slightly. After a long while, she still couldn't recall any events from her memory that could be adapted into a compelling story.

Although she lost many memories, those were only about being "Frudris". She still had some recollection of her past experiences.

"Are there still parts of my story that could be adapted into a captivating opera?"

"If I had any recollection of it, why don't I remember it at all?"

"Could it be something that happened at the carnival?"

"But no matter how it's adapted, that kind of story shouldn't be popular enough to be made into an opera, right?"

"It seems that apart from that great battle twenty years ago, there's nothing else to talk about."

"It's a pity that I don't remember most of the details of that battle very well."

With this curiosity in mind, Katishia looked at Phoebe and asked softly, "Could you tell me about the opera adaptation?"

"Let me think about it." Phoebe tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "I remember a while ago, the theater was showing a play about how Your Grace used a stone to knock down the afterimage that was hovering high in the sky above Laguna!"

At this point, Phoebe looked at Kathiya with admiration, her eyes sparkling: "Your Excellency, you are so powerful! You just picked up a stone from the ground and shot down the afterimage in the sky! And after the poets sang about it and the actors gave wonderful performances, the audience was deeply moved by the story!"

"what?"

Katishia was completely confused after hearing this.

Wait, what did she say?

I used a stone to knock down the lingering image that was hovering high in the sky above Laguna.

When did this happen?

Why don't I have any impression?

Duanmu Yan felt that something was off about Phoebe's words, but he didn't point it out. Instead, he turned his gaze to Katishia, whose expression was a little strange.

At this moment, Katishia seemed to have heard something unbelievable, her brows furrowed tightly.

Well, sure enough.

I'm not the only one who feels something's off.

"So, is there really such a thing?" Duanmu Yan asked in a low voice.

Kathija paused for a moment, then turned to look at Duanmu Yan, her face full of astonishment, and gently shook her head: "I don't remember anything like this?"

"Huh? How could this be?" Katishia's denial stunned Phoebe as well. "This is a classic opera that has been performed in Laguna for over ten years. How could it be fake? Could it be that Your Excellency has forgotten?"

Kathia's expression remained blank. She wanted to shake her head and deny it decisively, but seeing Phoebe's devout and innocent look, she couldn't bear to shatter her hopes.

So the girl tilted her head slightly, a somewhat helpless yet subtle smile appearing on her lips, and said in an uncertain tone.

"Maybe...perhaps...maybe I forgot?"

"Forgot?" Despite Katishia's extremely cautious answer, Phoebe couldn't help but look puzzled. "How could this be?"

Kathia sighed softly, slowly turned around, and faced this strange world where gravity was reversed. Her voice was somewhat ethereal: "I don't know either, but the disaster twenty years ago made me forget many things."

Phoebe's shoulders trembled slightly as she suddenly remembered that the saintess was actually much older than herself, yet she looked almost exactly the same.

A flood of doubt washed over her, overshadowing her earlier excitement and allowing Phoebe's rationality to regain control. She looked around and tentatively asked, "By the way, is this... Avinuelin Theological Seminary?"

"Hmm, I think so." Kathija nodded slightly, her tone tinged with uncertainty. "If my memory serves me right."

Volume 1: Chapter 140 The Promise with Katishia

"It really is the Avignon Seminary!" Phoebe covered her mouth slightly, her eyes filled with surprise. "I had only ever seen information about this seminary in books before. But why..."

The girl turned around, facing a completely reversed gravity—

No, rather than being gravity-inverted, it's more like falling into a bizarre and fantastical dream.

She lowered her head, but could not tell whether she was standing on solid ground or in the distant sky.

"Your Holiness, have you... really lived here alone for twenty years?" Phoebe's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing this quiet yet eerie space.

Those iris-purple eyes reflected this completely unfamiliar world—aside from the desolate ruins of the old seminary, there was no sign of life whatsoever.

Phoebe could hardly imagine what kind of belief Katishia had that allowed her to persevere alone in this desolate land for twenty years.

If it were me, I probably would have been consumed by this endless loneliness and suffered a mental breakdown long ago...

Katishia smiled slightly, her expression showing no particular emotion. She simply placed her hands behind her back and spoke in a very calm tone.

"It's alright, but I've pretty much gotten used to it. Although I sometimes feel lonely, seeing the people of Laguna still living happy and fulfilling lives makes me feel that all my efforts have been worthwhile."

"Although I lost most of my memories for some reason, I still remember the responsibilities I bear and who I am."

"So you don't need to worry about me, as long as everyone in Laguna is doing well."

Even so, a dark and indescribable emotion flickered deep within the girl's eyes.

She has stayed here for so long, even losing most of her memory, stubbornly holding on only by her last instinct and sense of responsibility.

To say that you've never felt lonely is just self-deception.

However, as the saintess of Laguna, Katishia knew that she could never show the slightest weakness or helplessness in front of others—especially in front of the people of Laguna, she must always be the strong and reliable guardian.

“Your Holiness…” Phoebe looked at Katishia, her fingers unconsciously gripping the folds of her skirt tightly, “Why don’t you…”

Before Phoebe could finish speaking, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, and her body tilted backward uncontrollably. Fortunately, Duanmu Yan reacted quickly and caught the girl's petite frame.

"Phoebe?" Duanmu Yan called the girl's name softly, "What's wrong?"

Phoebe's eyes trembled slightly as she nestled weakly in Duanmu Yan's arms, her voice as feeble as a candle flickering in the wind: "I don't know, I just suddenly feel so tired, I really want to sleep..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's body transformed into a golden light and vanished into the wind like a dream.

“Just like when you left before.” Kathija came to his side, raising her hand to feel the lingering frequency in the wind.

“It seems that you did not truly enter Sonora, but rather came here by separating the frequencies of your consciousness and body in some special way.”

As the girl spoke, she gently turned her head, her gaze falling on Duanmu Yan. She casually brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead, the movement natural and relaxed: "Speaking of which, you haven't properly introduced yourself to me yet. What's your name?"

“Duanmu Yan,” Duanmu Yan replied succinctly.

Kathias looked slightly puzzled and murmured his name, "This name doesn't quite feel like the style of Lina Xita."

"Never mind, since you were able to get here, you must have some kind of connection with the Lord of the Year. This time, you also entered here using that stone slab, right?"

“Hmm.” Duanmu Yan nodded gently. “This time, however, Phoebe and I resonated with the stone slab without being aware of it. When I was conscious before, I tried to enter it again, but it seems that I encountered some obstacles because of Leviathan.”

“Obstacles? Is it Leviathan?” Kathiya was slightly taken aback, then lowered her head, pondered seriously for a moment, and finally showed a bitter smile with helplessness on her face, “I’m so sorry, I’ve lost too many memories and have no idea how to help you.”

As Duanmu Yan looked at Katishia, who had suddenly fallen into a state of self-blame, the things that Cantrela had mentioned to him back then involuntarily came to mind again.

but……

The girl in front of me, no matter how you look at her, is completely different from anyone else, and has absolutely no connection to her kindred spirit.

Kathia's words and actions from beginning to end were entirely befitting of her status as a saint.

“Kathishia,” Duanmu Yan said directly, “Do you remember the Year Lord's Harmony Ceremony? Are you a Year Lord's Resonator?”

His question was straightforward and direct, without any beating around the bush.

Upon hearing Duanmu Yan's question, a fleeting look of bewilderment crossed the girl's eyes—a bewilderment that seemed to conceal a fear of certain truths.

Katishia had absolutely no recollection of her own identity.