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"please say."

"What is your contact information now? Since you are not living in the Duke's Mansion, I don't know how to send letters to you."

Ella pointed at Andre with her little finger and turned to look at Freya beside her. "Does this really not require the Templars to handle it?"

Freya didn't say anything, she just covered her mouth and turned her head to the side, her body trembling slightly.

Fine.

Ella tried to maintain her sanity and whispered, "Mr. Devin, there is a public mailbox in the church. If you really have any questions and need to find me, you can sign the letter and submit it to the public mailbox in the church."

"Oh, yes, yes!" Andre suddenly realized, "You are so smart, Saint Lady."

"Next." Ella couldn't hold it anymore and pressed the ending bell at hand.

The delighted noble man left from the wooden door at the exit. After a while, the bell outside rang again, and another man in luxurious clothes walked in.

Why do they always dress so coquettishly? I always feel like I don't look like a preacher. Ella was a little confused.

This time, he was standing tall, wearing a dark blue classical robe with a row of buttons inlaid with neatly cut black diamonds. His high cheekbones and deep eye sockets were particularly eye-catching, and his pair of light blue pupils were sharp.

"Hello." Ella spoke first. The man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was at once.

"Ms. Ella, long time no see." The man slowly walked to the long table, but did not rush to sit down. "Perhaps we don't need to be so polite."

Who are you? Do you know me well?

Just when Ella thought she had found a funny guy, she suddenly noticed the family crest of a lion on the man's chest.

The red background and the roaring golden lion head are undoubtedly the family emblem of the royal family of the Loren Empire.

Wait, this guy... Ella's memory went back to a morning a few days ago that did not belong to her. The man walked into the hall of the Duke's Mansion with a piece of paper in the presence of a group of royal guards. He read it aloud in front of her and then tore it up.

The drifting paper was so dazzling that it reflected through time into Ella's mind in the present.

Shit, I just remembered, this guy is the second prince who broke off the engagement!!!

Chapter 28 The Prince's Ambition

Ken Betis, the second prince of the Loren Empire, was the fiancé of Ella that was arranged by the Duke of Haiweil and the royal family ten years ago. He broke off the engagement a month ago.

The throne of the Loren Empire has always been won through competition among the heirs of the royal bloodline. Therefore, every prince, after coming of age, will participate in this drama of succession that will last for several years.

As the daughter of the Duke, Ella Haywel could have been a powerful aid to the Second Prince in his bid for the throne. However, due to her bad reputation and bad behavior among the upper nobles, the Second Prince, after careful evaluation, concluded that she was not only useless but also likely to be a burden.

As we all know, being rejected in an engagement is a terrifying buff. It was because of this incident that Ella became mentally twisted and embarked on the path of summoning the evil god.

Of course, this is the inference that Ella has made now based on the memories in her mind. As for what the truth is, no one will know unless the soul of the deceased Ella is summoned back.

"Miss Ella, does your expression seem surprised?" Prince Ken smiled, with the upturned corners of his mouth seeming to try to exude charming charm.

"Indeed, I'm surprised you can be so shameless. After humiliating me in front of me, you can still greet me as if nothing happened." Ella reached out to press the bell next to her. She didn't want to have anything to do with this big brother. "Next."

She didn’t know whether Ella liked the second prince in the past, but there was no way she would like him now.

Ken's smile froze on his face, but he quickly grabbed Ella's hand that was ringing the bell and said, "Wait a moment, Miss Ella."

"Don't touch me." Ella pulled her hand back with a frown on her face, took out a small handkerchief and kept wiping her gloves.

"I know you're still angry, Miss Ella." Ken pulled out a chair, lifted up his robe and sat down. "But don't be impatient. I admit that my decision that day was a bit rash."

"Okay, okay, I forgive you, can you please leave now?"

"Thank you for your generosity, but I still hope you can listen to my request." Ken said calmly, "No matter what, I am also a loyal believer of the temple who has participated in the dedication. As the Saint, Miss Ella still has the responsibility to listen to the voices of believers."

"Okay, then you tell me." Ella crossed her arms and waited to see what the other party was up to.

"Then, your loyal Ken Betis, the prince of the Loren Empire, would like to ask my former fiancée, the beautiful Saint Lady, the daughter of the Duke, Miss Ella Haiweier, to give me another chance, is that okay?"

"No." Ella answered without hesitation, and then reached out to press the bell. "May the God of Light bless you, next one."

"Wait a minute." Ken stretched out his hand to stop him again, but this time Ella was prepared and quickly bypassed the prince's hand. However, she didn't expect Ken to be more skilled and directly pulled the bell off the table and held it in his arms. "Miss Ella, there is no need to make a decision so quickly."

"You are destroying the property of the temple," Ella clenched her fists in anger, "I will report it to the elders."

"You see, I am always careless and reckless sometimes," Ken said in a gentle tone, putting the bell into his pocket, "but I will make up for it in time. I will compensate the temple ten times the price."

"Sorry, that's not for sale."

"Sometimes it's just a matter of whether the contribution is worth it." Ken said with a smile, "I once misunderstood Miss Ella, but now I think Miss Ella is worth my contribution."

"You're not worth my effort." Ella said in a deep voice.

"I don't ask for anything from Miss Ella," Ken waved his hand, "your existence is a gift."

"For me, only the God of Light can bestow blessings."

"The God of Light has bestowed His grace only on you, but He does not bestow His grace on everyone."

"What do you mean?" the silver-haired girl said coldly, "Are you threatening me?"

"Lady Saint, you have misunderstood me," Ken hurriedly shook his head. "You are the future leader of the Holy Temple, so you can naturally stay out of it. But how can Lord Duke Haiweier and the people under the Duke stay out of it? This is forced by the current situation, not my personal wish."

This piece of shit.

Ella cursed inwardly. She had finally figured out that the Second Prince was a hypocritical, selfish old scoundrel.

Previously, Ella had a bad character and was not conducive to his succession, so he kicked her away. Now that she was chosen by the God of Light, marrying her would be like having the support of the Holy Temple and the Duke's Mansion, so he ran back to remarry.

Not only does he force you to remarry, but he also deliberately doesn't make it clear, and has to test you before hinting that if it succeeds, you will definitely get great benefits ("Miss Ella is worth my efforts now"), and the marriage is just a show ("I don't expect anything from you"). As a saint, you can ignore political affairs but the Duke's Mansion must take sides ("The God of Light will not bestow blessings on everyone").

If she hadn't been a riddle teller on the forum every day, she would have been fooled by this guy.

The most hateful thing is that this birdman clearly put the blame on me. If anything happened to your Duke's Mansion because you did not agree to remarry me, it was all because your Duke's Mansion did not stand on the right side and was "forced by the times" rather than my personal wish.

But whether she succeeds or not, Ella will never get married. What a joke! If you have the guts, go find my real body, Ye Xiao, and marry me.

"Your Excellency the Prince is right," Ella nodded. "In that case, I believe you will be more efficient in finding my father than me. It is better to save your sacred time for those who need it more."

After saying that, she didn't wait for Ken's reply. She took out another spare bell from the drawer, placed it on the table, and rang it. "May the great God of Light forgive your sins, next one."

"Alas... Miss Ella, I know you are still dissatisfied with me, and I understand it very well." Ken stood up and bowed politely, "But I will still faithfully wait for your reply. See you again if there is a chance, Miss Ella."

It has to be said that as a member of the royal family, this guy was indeed very polite and elegant on the surface, but the scheming hidden beneath that handsome appearance only made Ella feel uneasy.

If this guy really wants to harm the Duke's Mansion, it will be a huge trouble.

Although the Duke and Duchess of Haywel were adopted parents brought along by the time travel, and their over-indulgence caused the original Ella's distorted psychology, they were still pretty good people. Ella would feel bad if she really left them alone and ignored the innocent people in the Duke's territory.

But she would never get married, even if she died.

If it were the evil saint in the previous life, she would have gone mad and destroyed the world twenty years later, so she probably wouldn't have cared so much.

But I won't destroy the world. I just want to live a good life. But I'm being dragged around by the Loren royal family. What should I do?

Ella suddenly had another headache.

Chapter 29: Lydia's Choice

After receiving guests for an entire afternoon, Ella felt sore in her back and waist.

“Why is the work pressure of a preacher so great?”

Later on, she basically just kept repeating the words "May the great God of Light bless you."

She walked out of the room. It was already dark outside the chapel, and the walls of the chapel were glowing golden in the setting sun.

Although Ella was tired, she admired the big-breasted blonde girl who was standing by like a security guard.

Freya stood back there doing nothing for the whole afternoon, but she doesn't seem tired at all.

"Thank you for your efforts, Saint Lady." Elder Brandon still looked kind and benevolent. "May the great God of Light bless you."

"... Elder, you have worked hard as well." Ella had to maintain an innocent smile, "May the great God of Light bless you as well."

"The High Priest asked me to tell you that we can arrange a meeting for you with the Dark Shepherd tonight," Elder Brandon continued.

Dark Shepherd Cultist, meeting? Who?

Ella was thinking about Xiao Xu, and suddenly remembered the butler, Dean, who was imprisoned in the dungeon a few days ago.

Oh yeah, there is this too!

"Thank you, Elder, and thank you, High Priest!" Ella pretended to be excited.

……

The dungeon of the Cathedral of Loren is entered through a special high tower. Although this tower is also built with white sand bricks, it is different from the other seven towers. This tower has eight floors. From top to bottom, except for the top floor, each floor has only one window with a bar. The outer wall without windows is carved with hideous little demons.

These sculptures have different shapes of demons, some with fat bellies and full of sharp teeth, some with skinny bones but thick hands, some with obvious hermaphroditic organs... They seem to have different symbolic meanings. Above the seven layers of demon sculptures, there are seven different winged angels carved around the windows on the top floor, all holding swords or spears, with helmets covering the upper half of their faces, revealing only their soft chins and lips.

Elder Brandon brought Ella to the gate of the tower. The four armored Templar Knights guarding the gate bowed to the two one by one. After checking the documents handed over by the elder, they opened the heavy door engraved with intricate array patterns.

Inside was a surprisingly spacious and bright hall. In the center stood a sculpture of an armored angel with a distinctly feminine figure and wearing the same half-face helmet as the angel sculpture outside. In his left hand he held a scale and in his right hand he held a long sword engraved with runes, with the tip of the sword pointing downwards.

On both sides are wooden staircases that spiral upward along the circular inner wall. According to the elders, the upper level contains some special sealed objects that the temple contains and suppresses.

At the innermost side of the hall in front is the gate leading to the dungeon, which is also guarded by Templar Knights.

After passing through two doors, there was the stairs to the dungeon. It was not as dark and damp as Ella had imagined, but surprisingly clean and tidy.

A magic crystal lamp emitting blue light hung from the ceiling, and smooth stone brick stairs extended all the way down. Red temple flags engraved with sun patterns were hung on the white walls every few steps.

"Lady Saint, I've thought about it, and perhaps there is something I need to tell you in advance." Elder Brandon said suddenly as he walked.

"What is it, Elder?"

"Although it's a little too early for Her Majesty to see these things now, since you're already here, it's still necessary to tell Her Majesty. This is something you'll have to know sooner or later in the future." Brandon put his hands behind his back, still with a kind smile on his face, "The Holy Temple has always been harsh in dealing with the Dark Cult. After all, they are villains who disobeyed the will of our Lord and harmed innocent people. Therefore, the treatment methods for them will be slightly different from those for ordinary prisoners and villains."

"Mr. Dean is the biggest suspect in organizing the evil god rituals. He is also determined not to provide any information about the Dark Cult and is shielding the Dark Cultists. The Inquisition has no choice but to take some unconventional measures."

"Of course, after you, Saint Lady, informed us of your concern for Dean, we have not used that method again. It's just that the impact of what happened before may make you a little uncomfortable. Please understand."

Ella finally understood the meaning of these confusing words after she met her loyal housekeeper.

In a cell made of white stone bricks, the young man sat quietly against the wall in opaque long-sleeved trousers, his hands and feet bound by chains connected to the wall, motionless. From the outside, there was no obvious external injury, but his pair of empty eyes had no spirit at all, just staring at the bricks on the ground, obviously the effect of mental magic torture.

When you get closer, you can see from under the loose collar that the chest and back are covered with glaring scars, bruises, burns, whip marks, needle holes... Ella couldn't even count how many kinds of torture instruments had left marks on it.

But it was not unexpected to her, as she was very familiar with the dark side of the cathedral.

She had even had the good fortune to eat the dungeon meal at the temple in her previous life...and, because the blasphemous saint was already in power at that time, her meal was even more luxurious, with some torture instruments that were contaminated by evil gods and more imaginative.

At least the current temple, judging from the injuries, is still using human weapons.

However, Ella still had to act shocked and terrified because Elder Brandon and two Templar Knights were still watching outside the cell.

She half-knelt, lowered her body, gently held Dean's hand, and said in a trembling voice with just the right tone, "Mr. Dean!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Dean's lifeless eyes seemed to regain a little light.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes meeting those watery ruby ​​eyes.

The twin ponytails were like silver tassels, falling from the girl's fair neck to her chest. Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled on her smooth face. The pure white dress embroidered with golden silk fit her upper body curves, highlighting her holy and beautiful image under the white halo outside the fence.

Dean was stunned for a moment, his expression softened, but then the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, revealing a not-so-obvious smile, and his eyes seemed a little moist.

Just when Ella wondered whether this guy was moved by her, the skinny boy suddenly jumped up and grabbed Ella's slender white neck with his shackled hands.

"You...are not...the eldest lady..." Dean's voice was unusually hoarse and low due to the damage to his throat, "...who...are you...?"

The Templar Knight outside the door was about to rush in, but was stopped by Ella who raised her hand.

Only then did she realize that the boy's tears were of grief rather than emotion. As for the hands that were pinching her neck, perhaps it was because of unwillingness, or perhaps because they had been tortured, they actually didn't use any strength at all.

But the boy's eyes were so determined, so determined that Ella knew that no excuses she could make would change the facts that the other party had determined.

This also surprised her. Since she traveled through time, so many people have come to her, including the Duke and Duchess of Haiweier as her parents, the Second Prince Ken who was once her fiancé, and the high priest blessed by the God of Light... so many people, but no one has noticed that she is not the Ella of the past.

And this one, in the memory of the original owner Ella Haywel, was completely positioned as a tool, and even her name was only "Dean", a pure "supporting role" who was not sure whether it was a surname or a given name. However, she was able to see the flaw with just one sentence and one look.

The person closest to her actually doesn’t understand the girl at all, and the person who understands the girl best is the only one who is ignored by her.

Of course, the girl was not a good person, she did bad things everywhere and died. And the guy who assisted the evildoer also got the retribution he deserved.

Now Ella doesn’t know whether this is lucky or sad.

Faced with the silver-haired girl's silence, Dean's hands gradually became weak and slowly slid down the white magician's skirt and returned to the ground.

For some unknown reason, the scarred boy had no desire to explore, nor did he feel the rage for revenge. He just seemed to be deflated and stopped moving.

Ella had seen that pair of empty eyes that seemed to have returned to silence in her previous life. They were the eyes of refugees who were displaced after the city was massacred by the Fallen Templar army.

The most utter despair.