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

Okay, that's all for now.

After all, precious time for two shouldn't be wasted on pointless arguments.

Koleta was so angry her face turned blue, but even so, there was nothing she could do now.

And what about Floro?

She remained seated, ignoring it all.

Or...

I don't want to see it.

……

……

"Strange, why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine... Is it just my imagination?"

At the same moment, deep within Sonora, which was sealed away.

Duanmu Yan sensed the frequency fluctuations emanating from the stone slab once again. With the help of this resonance, he successfully broke through Leviathan's blockade and returned to the Avinuelin Theological Seminary.

It seems his prediction was correct—whether it was Phoebe before or Cantrella this time, contact with someone with a deep connection to the Lord of the Year can significantly increase the success rate of resonating with the stone slab.

But I don’t know why…

Upon returning to the academy this time, he was filled with a kind of unease that he couldn't quite explain.

It wasn't that there was anything unusual about the surrounding environment.

only……

A strange chill seeped into my heart like tiny ice shards.

"Duanmu".

Just as Jiuling Si? Luqi (2) was lost in thought, a sweet voice came from behind him.

He turned around at the sound and saw the blonde girl standing there quietly.

The sunlight cast a soft halo around her, reflecting shimmering gold in her eyes and revealing the unique charm of a young girl.

"Kathishia".

Volume 1: Chapter 150 Cantrella's Big Hand

Kathias spent twenty years alone at the Avinuelin Theological Seminary.

Apart from the remnants that have not yet been completely destroyed, this seminary is like a desolate island, with no trace of other living beings to be found.

Therefore, when Katishia learned that Duanmu Yan had broken the seal and come to this small world to meet her, she was actually quite happy.

After all, she has never been the kind of person who can keep her temper in check.

During her long, lonely years, she longed countless times for someone to be by her side, to talk to her, to chat, so that these desolate days would not be so boring.

For her, Duanmu Yan's appearance was like a lamp suddenly lit in the long dark night. Although it was not dazzling, it was enough to warm her heart that had long been frozen.

"How did you know I was here?" Duanmu Yan looked at the girl in front of him, who shone like an elf.

Katishia smiled faintly: "Because I sensed a change in Sonora's frequency."

"I see," Duanmu Yan replied softly.

"But why did you come so quickly this time? I thought it would be like the first time, I would have to wait a long time to see you again." Kathia walked lightly to him, tilted her head slightly, and carefully examined him with a strange look that was somewhat inquisitive. "And, judging from your expression, you seem a little strange. Did something happen?"

Duanmu Yan was slightly taken aback, then said, "Nothing really happened. It's just that for some reason, I feel a little uneasy."

Is Cantrella doing something naughty to my body?

It shouldn't be...

Cantrella hasn't suppressed herself to that extent yet.

Moreover, my body should be in a state of deep sleep at this moment, and should not react to external stimuli.

Just as Duanmu Yan thought he was overthinking things, he suddenly felt a warm and moist touch on his face.

Although the feeling was faint, there was no doubt that it was the same as when the second young lady kissed him!

But this feeling...

Does this mean that even though I am in a "spirit" state now, I can still perceive the changes happening in my body?

Doesn't this mean that Cantrell is...?

Wait a minute, why do I feel a hand moving around on my chest?

As soft as a falling feather, yet possessing an undeniable presence, it slowly glides downwards.

Duanmu Yan's breathing became uncontrollably rapid. He gritted his teeth, trying his best to maintain his composure, not wanting to lose his composure in front of Katishia.

But that faint, ticklish sensation was pushing the limits of his rationality.

"Are you alright? You look a little strange." Katishia tilted her head, her clear eyes filled with concern.

"N-nothing." Duanmu Yan forced a smile, his lips twitching slightly.

"Really?"

"real."

—How could nothing be wrong?

He shouted in his heart.

What exactly is Cantrella doing?

This touch...

Wait a minute, what is she doing with her hands?

The hand's movements became increasingly bold, and it had now slid down to his lower abdomen.

The icy touch sent a shiver down his spine—

If we go any lower, things will really get bad!

Fortunately, Cantrellella withdrew her hand at the crucial moment, and the agonizing sensation finally disappeared. Duanmu Yan's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew, thankfully Cantrella knows her limits."

"If I can't control my gun in front of Katishia, my reputation will be ruined."

Katishia was completely unaware of his inner turmoil; she simply tilted her head, the sunlight gilding her hair with a pale gold. Her clear eyes held lingering doubt, like a lost fawn in the forest.

"It's alright now." Duanmu Yan composed himself and met her gaze again. "I was able to get in thanks to Cantrella's help—the head of the Fesalie family, you remember her, right?"

"Yes, of course I remember." Katishia nodded gently.

But as soon as she finished speaking, the girl lowered her eyes.

Long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks, and a fleeting, elusive sadness crossed her eyes.

If... the saintess of Fesari is the true echo of the Lord.

So what am I, standing here?

A silent self-questioning spread through her, and Katishia once again fell into the familiar state of self-doubt.

Duanmu Yan gazed at Katishia's lowered profile and easily understood her current state of mind.

He walked up to her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

The warm touch from my palm felt like a silent promise.

"Don't rush to deny yourself before the truth comes out." His voice was very soft.

"No matter what, you are the saint who saved Lagodo, and the knight revered by the people."

"A knight...?" the girl repeated the familiar title in a low voice, a lonely emotion rising in her eyes.

From a young age, she dreamed of becoming one of the perfect knights in stories. For this ideal, she always adhered to the virtues of being human—hope, courage, and kindness. The brilliance of humanity flowed quietly through her.

Kathija—or rather, Freudris—never failed in her calling as a saint.

This is the recognition that Lagudo gave her, and it is also why the legend of the saint is still circulating in the streets and alleys today—although most of the stories in those dramas are embellishments added by later generations.

Katishia took a deep breath, as if trying to expel all the gloomy emotions from her body.

When she looked up again, a faint but genuine smile finally appeared on her face.

"Thank you for your encouragement," she said softly. "You're the first person... to say these things to me."

The sunlight fell precisely on her slightly trembling eyelashes, casting a delicate halo of light.

"The important thing is that I will believe in my heart and keep moving towards that goal."

“Yes, I will no longer deny myself. Whether I am a Resonator of the Lord of the Year or not is no longer important.” Her voice gradually became firm. “What is important is that I will always believe in my own heart and keep walking in the direction I have chosen.”

Duanmu Yan gazed at the girl's brightened eyes and smiled with relief: "This is more like the image of a saintess of Lagudo."

"Oh, right," Katishia suddenly remembered something, her tone becoming lighter, "Did you bring any books with you this time?"

"I've been trapped here for twenty years, only able to briefly return to Lagodo during Carnival, but even that time is fleeting. And now, for some reason, even Carnival has been canceled..."

I have heard of the carnival.

It is said that the last celebration caused disaster, which the religious order interpreted as a sign of the Lord's wrath, and since then Lagodo has stopped holding this traditional event.

He recounted the news in detail, but Katishia's brows furrowed more and more.

"What the hell!" she couldn't help but raise her voice, her cheeks flushing slightly with excitement. "The Lord of the Year never gets angry about carnivals! What is the monastic order doing these days! Honestly, if I were still in Laguna, I would definitely give the monastic order a good overhaul!"

As he finished speaking, Duanmu Yan's figure began to thin out, gradually becoming transparent like morning mist.

This time, the time was shorter than ever before.

But enough.

His purpose in coming here was to verify that from now on, he could come back to her side whenever he wanted.

"Are you leaving again?" Katishia stared at his gradually blurring silhouette, unconsciously biting her lower lip, a hint of undisguised loneliness flashing in her eyes.

"Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon."

"Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

“Just this once… You clearly said last time that when we met again, Yue—Yiji Yisanya Jiulu Sanwa would bring me a book.”

"I'm sorry, this is a special case. But please believe me, Kathija. One day, we will meet again in reality."

His voice faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the air along with his figure.

Kathia opened her mouth slightly, gazing in the direction he had disappeared, her fingertips gently rising as if to touch the lingering light.

"Well, I believe you."

She whispered a promise to the empty space ahead.

……

……

Inside Portivino Castle.

Duanmu Yan slowly opened his eyes, and a heavy sense of dizziness immediately enveloped him. His consciousness seemed to be sinking to the bottom of murky water, and he struggled to the surface with great difficulty.

This feeling……

It felt like all my energy had been drained, and even lifting a finger was difficult.

"Hmm, are you awake?"

Cantrell's voice came from beside her, with a slightly languid nasal tone.

The room was dimly lit, with only the cool moonlight streaming in through the window.

Duanmu Yan stared blankly at the high-hanging silver moon, his consciousness gradually returning.

Wait... it's already evening?

But he clearly remembered that it was noon when he went to Sonora.