Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Unfortunately, the torment of being bedridden for many years, the closed environment of Yongtianliu, and the licentious behavior of its followers often led her to see only the desires and corruption of human nature.

Even after Mario pulled her out of the mountains, she was simply moved to a larger fish tank and kept in a burial facility where the scum of the Holy Church gathered.

Throughout the entire process, Sesshouin Kiara's vision and activities were severely limited by her environment, and she saw more darkness than light.

The saying "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black" naturally leads to incorrect guidance and examples.

Staying in that kind of atmosphere for a long time will make you sick even if you weren't.

Therefore, it's still very necessary to go out for a walk and breathe some fresh air when you have time.

"Thank you...but..."

Sesshouin Kiara understood the man's good intentions. She looked down at the hagi mochi and novel in her hands, feeling grateful but also somewhat tempted.

But then, the girl frowned and fell silent, as if she had thought of something, and looked somewhat helpless.

Samael's gaze fell upon Sesshouin Kiara's doubts, and he raised an eyebrow, hitting the nail on the head.

"What, worried that Mario won't let us through?"

"..."

"Don't worry, he'll probably come to his senses after tonight."

That profound contemplation echoed in Sesshouin Kihara's ears, instilling in her a strange sense of conviction and anticipation, and even bringing a soft glow to her exquisite face.

After sitting idly for a while and finishing two boxes of pastries, Sesshouin Kihara held the crumbs in the box and slightly raised her arm.

Several magpies, attracted by the aroma of food, chirped and flew down from the branches, landing on the girl's shoulders and knees, and fearlessly pecking at the food scraps in Sesshouin Kiara's palm.

As dawn pierced the night, scattering golden light across the nuns who were entertaining the birds, casting a sacred glow that made them appear as if the Virgin Mary were strolling through the woods.

Samael glanced at the beautiful painting, a touch of emotion welling up in his eyes.

Sesshouin Kiara was indeed a modern saint.

The premise is that, in the years to come, she will not be killed by a believer who wants to possess her, will not be parasitized by some blind demon pillar, and will not get involved with any troublesome electronic spirits...

Just as Samael was deep in thought, Sesshouin Kiara, having finished feeding the jay, looked up at the sun gradually rising above the horizon and softly reminded him.

"Its daybreak……"

"It seems we should head back as well."

The ancient snake snapped out of its daze, dusted itself off, got up from the bench, and snapped its fingers.

Suddenly, Sesshouin Kihara felt a distortion in the air and a strange sense of weightlessness. When she opened her eyes, she found herself back in the secret room that served as the Qi point, thanks to the resonance of the spatial beacon.

The three boxes of wagashi (Japanese sweets) and two stacks of brand-new books that she had acquired were piled up at her feet without missing a single one.

Even the saint's right wrist, which was encased in crystal, was placed back on the high platform, as if no one had ever touched it.

Looking at the somewhat cramped and dimly lit secret room, Sesshouin Kihara subconsciously frowned, and even began to miss the outside world a little.

Good night……

The nun paused for a moment, somewhat dejected, then raised her hand and silently bid farewell to the white wall.

As the distant sound of the bell echoed from the ground, Sesshouin Kihara came to her senses, turned around slowly, and looked up at the right wrist of the saint on the high platform. Her calm gaze gradually turned scorching.

It's time for morning class.

So, let us begin the prayer!

Half an hour later, accompanied by a high-pitched moan mixed with pleasure, the nun, who had finished her morning prayers, licked her moist cherry lips. In her amber eyes, a certain interest not only did not increase, but became even more intense and surging.

A pair of pale, demonic claws reached once more for the saint's right wrist, which had been polished to a gleaming shine on the high platform.

Perhaps due to the change in environment and a more relaxed state of mind, Sesshouin Kiara found that she had much more energy today.

And the sacred body that was intimately in contact with his skin in his arms did not seem as attractive as it had been in the past.

Unconsciously, Sesshouin Kiara always felt that something was missing.

As her mind went blank, a figure gradually became clearer in the nun's mind.

A purely platonic...relationship?

As if guided by some unseen force, two thick books on the ground were encircled by a fair hand and stuffed into the loose nun's robe, constantly changing shape.

Some people live to achieve great things.

Some people live to write books and establish their theories.

Some people live just for the sake of experiencing bitterness.

Unfortunately, one nun who was passionate about exploring this area of ​​knowledge belonged to the last category...

Someone's painstaking efforts were destined to be in vain.

"Ah!"

Meanwhile, Samael, who had just crawled into the house to dispel the substitute, was yawning and rolling onto the bed to catch up on sleep when a chill suddenly ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head. He shivered, goosebumps rose all over his body, and he sneezed loudly.

Strange, who's talking about me again...?

After a few mumbled murmurs, the room returned to silence.

Half-asleep, the ancient snake instinctively wrapped itself tighter in the blanket. Its hazy consciousness crossed the dimensions of space, as if it could feel its arms and head being squeezed and ravaged by two soft masses.

A pink dreamscape, alluring and enchanting, draws you deeper and deeper, making it hard to escape.

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Chapter 111 The Descent of Heaven (4.5k)

Around noon, Samael heard a dull knock on the door and slowly woke up from his sleep.

Upon opening the door, standing in the hallway waiting was none other than Liz Byfi, who was responsible for accompanying Samael throughout the entire process.

"The high priest asked me to show you around the venue and the ceremony's procedures."

As the knight commander spoke, he yawned, his face full of weariness, and a resentful look appeared in his barely open eyelids.

Clearly, the piano music that played for most of the night kept Liz Byfie awake.

Seeing that the knight commander was drowsy, Samael thought for a moment and offered a kind suggestion.

"I'll be busy tonight, why don't you get some sleep first, and I'll have Father Calabre keep me company?"

"No need, I can handle this little thing."

Lizby waved her hand, refusing the kindness of the person in front of her. However, the female knight's expression softened considerably, and even her gaze toward Samael became much more pleasing.

After all, the high priest was the one who started this whole thing, and there was no need for him to take his anger out on an outsider.

After Samael packed his things and left, Liz Baifie got up and led the way, driving the newly appointed musician to their destination.

However, as the steel buildings along the road became increasingly sparse and the green vegetation gradually grew denser, Samael couldn't help but discover a serious problem.

This is not the way to the Goda Church...

Faced with the unexpected turn of events, Gu She calmly leaned back in his chair, squinting and pretending to be catching up on sleep from his all-night training session. At the same time, he secretly used the corner of his eye to survey his surroundings, noting down road signs and approximate directions and distances.

After several bumps and turns, the car the two were in actually arrived at the foot of a mountain ridge on the outskirts of Misaki City.

"Sit down!"

With a thoughtful reminder from Liz Byfie in the driver's seat, the car suddenly accelerated, bumping through the woods and rugged mountain roads before crashing straight into a rock wall.

If I'm not mistaken, that should be an illusion created by a magic circle.

Samael, fully immersed in his role, subtly revealed his surprise and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"arrive……"

When the vehicle braked suddenly and Liz Byfie's whisper came from ahead, Samael lowered his arms and cautiously observed his surroundings.

What came into view was a rather spacious cavern, which was already packed with dozens of vehicles of all sizes.

Passing through the passageway adorned with candlelight and fluorite, the space suddenly opens up to reveal a vast underground cavern. Intertwined vines and tendrils entwine and spread across the stone walls, radiating a vibrant natural life.

In the open space, a group of monks dressed in white ceremonial robes moved back and forth, unloading tables, chairs, wine, bread, and other items needed for the ceremony from the vehicles and coordinating their placement.

By this time, the venue was taking shape, and most of the equipment inside came from the Hetian Church. Samael even saw the cross he had wiped and a group of holy icons in it.

Liz Byfie glanced at the somewhat dazed musician and spoke calmly.

"Ask nothing, say nothing..."

"I see."

Samael snapped out of his daze, accepted the advice, and nodded with a smile.

This cooperative and sensible personality eased Liz Byfie's expression and made her quite satisfied.

Relieved, the knight commander, accompanied by his new musician, toured the venue, explaining the ceremony's procedures and the pieces Samael needed to compose during the event.

The ancient snake listened patiently while secretly observing its surroundings.

Samael, who was multitasking, sensed the dense magical energy around him. His gaze fell on the runes engraved on the ground, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

Now, he roughly knew where he was—the convergence point of the underground spiritual veins of Misaki City.

Clearly, the Church and the four exorcism families intend to utilize the underground spiritual veins of Misaki City to maximize the activation of the Holy Body's power and amplify the effects of the ritual.

Incidentally, the spiritual veins of Misaki City should have been managed by the Aozaki family, with the church providing oversight.

As Samael and Lizbyfeh's relationship improved, the knight commander inadvertently complained to him.

The original location for the Mass celebration should have been the Goda Church.

However, in the past two days, after meeting with the leaders of the Hetian Church, the high priest overruled all objections and unexpectedly changed the location of the ceremony to this underground cave where the spiritual veins converge, which added a lot of hardship for those of them who were running errands.

Samael raised his head slightly, his gaze passing through the busy white-robed monks, and quietly glanced at the black-haired priest in black robes with glasses perched on his nose.

If I remember correctly, his name should be Wen Bingyongli?

Tsk, old man Aozaki really died at the right time.

The ancient snake withdrew its gaze, a cold smile playing on its lips, its eyes gleaming eerily.

As everyone in the underground cavern was making intensive preparations, time passed by second by second.

As evening approached, twilight descended.

Under the cover of dusk, black cars full of passengers drove out of the city and arrived at their destination in the suburbs.

As the car doors opened, exorcists from the four exorcist families, the mixed-race members of the Tohno family, the agents of the Holy Church, and the choir members lined up and entered one after another.

Soon, the underground cavern was packed with people, their eyes filled with trepidation, tension, solemnity, and hesitation, all fixed on the tightly curtained platform.

As the clock struck six, the rock wall constructed by the magic circle solidified, forming a sturdy barrier that separated the inside from the outside.

Meanwhile, Priest Mario, dressed in a standard long white robe, wearing a special tie, and a golden ceremonial cloak, emerged from behind the drawn curtain and stood before the stage, exuding an imposing aura.

It's actually a golden sacrificial robe?

Samael, who had been sitting at the piano watching the play early in the morning, looked surprised.

The Mass is the most sublime liturgy in Catholicism, a reenactment of the crucifixion, and a religious ceremony commemorating the sacrifice of Christ.

Its purpose is to consecrate the Eucharist, offer sacrifices to God, and express adoration, thanksgiving, supplication, and atonement to God. The main religious activities of the Church revolve around the Mass.

Because it is the highest-level sacrificial ceremony, there are strict requirements for everything from procedures to attire.

Take the colors of the ceremonial cape and tie, for example. These items change depending on the content of the Mass and the meaning of the liturgy. They are generally available in white, red, green, purple, and black.

White represents joy and purity, and is used for the feasts of Christ, the Blessed Virgin Mary, angels, and saints of spiritual discipline, as well as on Sundays and Sundays during Christmas, Easter, and other peace days; red represents love, sacrifice, and magnificence, and is used for the feasts of the Passion of Christ, Pentecost, and the martyrs; green represents hope and life, and is used for Masses in Ordinary Time; purple represents repentance, penance, and atonement, and is used for Advent and Lent, and can also be used for Remembrance Masses; black represents mourning, and is used for Masses in remembrance of the deceased.

Gold, on the other hand, is even more solemn and can replace white, red, and green, and can also be used for major feast days.

Right now, that's exactly what Mario is like.

In addition to the above, Mario, as the chief priest, wears a "high crown" on his head, holds a "scepter" in his hand, and wears a "scepter ring" on the ring finger of his right hand, which is a standard only for "bishops".

Strictly speaking, Mario's act as acting on behalf of Cardinal Laurentius was somewhat overstepping his bounds.

However, most of the "believers" present were actually non-believers in Japanese Shintoism, complete laymen, and were currently eager to ask this priest for help, so they naturally didn't care about these things.

The members of the Church of Sanctuary, who obey Mario, wouldn't be foolish enough to step forward and undermine their leader by pointing out these so-called "mistakes" in the ceremony.

However, this is just a glimpse into the whole picture.

These small details are enough to prove how much Mario valued this Mass celebration and the almost irrepressible excitement in his heart.