Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The last time I sent a letter was a few days ago. As the main means of transportation, horse-drawn carriages are not actually very fast, but with the help of magic, it only takes two days to travel to the southwest and back.

Not to mention that the imperial capital has a spacious canal that handles endless cargo, so it is no problem to travel a thousand miles a day by ship.

As usual, Afro came to the mailbox room of the church. There was a cabinet divided into countless small compartments with delicate metal sliding doors on them.

At the same time, to prevent confusion, each person's name is written in the upper left corner of each small box.

Afro gently opened the small sliding door and carefully took out the letter sealed with wax.

After opening the envelope, Sister Tuberley's beautiful handwriting came into view:

"Aphrodite, I've already told you that the goddess Versus is a goddess of universal love. She is not as serious and rigid as the Central Cathedral, otherwise she wouldn't ask us to be kind-hearted.

The goddess has lived through countless years, from the time when everything was in decline to the time when the world was thriving, and she has never needed any faith.

What she wanted to see and hear was that everyone on the continent of Eris loved each other and that there would be no more regrets and crimes in the world, so she sprinkled spring rain on the earth to make all things grow.

As for your question of whether it is worth it, I only have one thing to say: if you want to do it, just do it.

You are still young and beautiful. If there is someone you like, chase him/her. It will not be too late to become a nun when you are old.

However, I guess with your stubborn character, you must be on the way.

I'm a little curious, what kind of person would a kid like you fall in love with?

Remember, no matter what the other person's family background is, you can only be sincere to them if they treat you sincerely.

————Turbury’s own handwriting.”

Only then did Afro remember that she seemed to have written a letter to Sister Tuberley, saying that she seemed to have fallen in love with someone.

Actually, Tuberei is not a traditional nun. According to strict doctrinal classification, she should be a Protestant, which is different from the traditional Illuminati in the imperial capital.

They are more flexible and free, and therefore are often labeled as having impure beliefs.

When Afro was young, she was influenced by Tuberee and accepted Protestantism, but the content taught by the Imperial Capital Church School was very traditional, so her views were somewhere in between the two.

"very nice……"

After reading the contents of the letter, Afro's depressed mood was finally comforted a little.

It feels really good to have someone supportive.

Grace is his brother's fiancée, and both of them are women. This unexpressible love is like the dull eve of a rainy day, which makes people feel depressed and breathless.

Afro didn't like this feeling of secrecy.

She could openly accept the fact that she liked women, but she couldn't make the world or even the gods accept it.

The true saint will be chosen at the Goddess Festival next year. Afro doesn't know if she will be chosen, but at this moment, she doesn't want to be the person closest to the gods...

Afro put her slender wrist on her chest, "Because there is something I want to protect with my heart."

Silence, in the empty mail room, was like a needle dropped into the raging sea.

After a long silence, Afro had an inexplicable premonition for some reason, mixed with a subtle sense of guilt that was gradually approaching.

It's like a shadow following you in the dark night, making you feel uneasy.

“Should I pray?”

Afro frowned solemnly, feeling more and more strange, she quickly walked out of the room and came to the statue of the goddess in the hall.

The sunlight penetrated the colorful glass and gathered under the statue of the goddess. At this moment, under the strong exposure, Afro had the illusion that he was on the execution ground.

This is the first time I have such a special illusion...

Aphrodite suppressed her strangeness, made the sign of the cross on her chest, closed her eyes, placed her hands on the gray-white resonance stone on the base of the goddess statue, and began today's prayer to God.

My body gradually becomes lighter as if it is what it should be, and something warm wraps me up, more comfortable than my mother's arms.

What's this……?

Aphrodite opened her eyes in surprise, and what she saw before her eyes was no longer the majestic and solemn statue of the goddess in the church, but a chaotic white mist.

Countless golden rays of light cut through the white mist like knives and escaped, making it difficult to tell whether it was reality or an illusion.

How did you get here?

"My dear child..."

Before Afro could react, a loving, gentle and soft voice called out from above his head.

It merely entered his ears with a clear echo, but Afro felt that his soul had been cleansed in the holy water and became extremely clear.

Afro's pupils suddenly shrank and her body trembled slightly - this was a summons from the goddess.

Before she had time to reflect on what she had done last night, the goddess had already given her oracle:

"You will meet the Ultimate Evil, draw the Sword of Acacia, and kill her."

155. The Secret Behind the Expression

A secret and sacred audience ended.

The pure holy light descended through the prismatic colorful glass, just like a divine judgment.

Afro stood in the middle of it, looking up and saw countless dazzling lights rushing into her body.

Warmth and strength spread throughout the body unknowingly.

"This is... a blessing from the goddess."

Afro murmured in a trance, gently waving his white right palm to activate magic. With just a slight movement, he reached a height that he could not reach even with all his strength.

If Afuluo guessed correctly, the energy contained in it should be able to make flesh grow back on human bones.

Endless vitality is contained in the golden light, dazzling and beautiful.

Wait a moment! ! !

Afro finally realized what was happening, and her beautiful eyes were immersed in an earthquake that was like the collapse of the sky and the earth.

Have I received the summons from the goddess?

My heart was pounding, the blood was rushing through my body, and an indescribable fanaticism filled my brain.

Afro was so excited that he wanted to run around the church three times, and his brain went into a state of shutdown.

"Goddess, Goddess... She, Goddess..."

She actually... wants to pull out the Sword of Acacia herself. Doesn't that mean she will become the Saint chosen by God?

For the first time, Afro's cheeks turned hot and red because of the surging emotions, and her head felt dizzy.

But the excitement soon cooled down.

The girl looked at the majestic and solemn statue of the goddess in front of her with a distracted gaze. She gently touched the finely polished teardrop-like emerald earring on her right earlobe.

This is a token of love that Grace gave to me.

The idea of ​​making up my mind and boldly pursuing love completely cooled down, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over my head.

All the reasons that originally made me choose Grace so firmly no longer seemed so sufficient at this moment.

She felt uncomfortable when she thought of Grace, who was shaky and never took herself seriously.

Once upon a time, there were more than twenty saints like herself in the whole country, but there was only one Afro belonging to Grace.

But now, I have become one of the 20 who are certain...

Afro lowered her head, and the sudden joy turned into a gloomy mist that covered the girl's eyes.

For a long, long time, she stood there like a tree with tangled roots, unable to move.

Is it possible that I can choose to like Grace and become the Saint chosen by God?

The Goddess Chronicles say that there is more than one way to the Nine Heavens...

How come there is no way to have the best of both worlds?

If he had not given up on Grace, how could he have received the audience and blessing from the god who was the successor of the saint... God is omniscient and omnipotent.

Afro shook her head, feeling a little depressed, as if she was entangled in an entanglement of tangled, invisible threads.

unless……

An incredible light shone in her glass-like eyes. She looked back at the sacred and inviolable statue of the goddess. Her kind face was gentle and peaceful, embracing all life.

Countless believers have come and gone to pray here, each with different ideas in mind.

The gods do not listen seriously to the thoughts of the world.

So...will the gods be deceived one day?

The next second, Afro quickly pulled himself away from this terrible thought.

How could such a horrible idea come about?

She moved away from the statue of the goddess in a panic, like a fleeing lamb.

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Grace eventually returned to Victoria's chambers.

Compared to the last time when she was anxious to pick me up in person, Victoria was a little strange this time.

One could even say that he was deliberately indifferent...

But Grace quickly rejected this idea. What kind of emotions could she have towards someone who could pass the poisoned wine to her sister?

Or rather, her last worry was that her actions would be exposed, right?

Following the guidance of the maid, Grace walked on the brown wooden floor on her final journey to meet Victoria.

On the slightly foggy glass, countless cold snowflakes are falling, and the sky and the earth are connected by a pure white snow scene.

On the evergreen trees that remain lush even in the harsh winter are hung circles of beautiful, carefully cut colored paper, which are specially prepared to celebrate the Spring Planting Festival that will be coming after the New Year.

Every household makes preparations to thank the arrival of spring.

But it snowed again in the capital today...

But Grace's mind unconsciously thought of some distant past.

……

A winter like Christmas.

Winter with Irene will never be cold.

Because whether inside or outside the house, she always likes to hold people in her arms to keep them warm with a soft hug that is full of warmth and fragrance.

There were still some dimly glowing lights on the Christmas tree, which kept playing the cheerful jinglebells.

That day, I felt like a koala, wrapped in cotton-padded winter pajamas, and lazily nestled on the sofa with her.

Irene leaned close to her ear and asked with concern, "Are you really working so hard?"

Although it was concern, she was very good at teasing the sensitive neck with her hot breath that was slightly above body temperature.

At that time, all my wisdom was invested in how to make money, how to take revenge step by step, and take back what belonged to me, but I did not perceive the contempt and manipulation hidden under love.

I was just busy looking through the information and tinkering with the materials, so of course I just followed my heart and did it perfunctorily.

"Because I'm unsure, I don't know what the other party's bottom price is..."

"OK OK,"

Irene pressed down the thick document with her five white fingers, straightened her cheeks, squinted her eyes and said lovingly,

"Let me teach you the most important thing about negotiation."

"What is it?"

She raised her face enthusiastically, tapped lightly with her index finger, and asked for a kiss.

"..."

When his lips fell on her face like a seal, she almost hugged herself in his arms and joked with evil intentions,

"Disgust will wrinkle the nose, avoidance will not dare to look directly, shrugging shoulders means lack of confidence, just like when you kissed me just now, although your brows were frowned, the corners of your mouth were raised, which means you are very happy.

People's expressions will betray their true thoughts, so you just need to lower your offer again and again and observe the other party's expression. "

“Is this micro-expression analysis during negotiations?”