Huh? Are they all real?...

Could it be that His Majesty's arrival was entirely unexpected?

If that's the case, then isn't the goddess Ansa already searching the whole world for someone?

"As you might have guessed, Mr. Conan, I currently have no other way to contact them. Therefore, I must ask for your help."

This is nothing to hide. The important thing is to get the message out as soon as possible.

"but."

Despite the great lord's valiant resistance, the Midgard was largely preserved.

However, it can only be described as a ruin that is mostly preserved and relatively intact.

After all, there had been a sudden meteorite attack before that.

"When will you go back next time?"

"Tomorrow, Your Majesty."

Moen then looked at the high lord, who had already stood up and walked over, and asked:

"So, Bohemia, are you still able to manage?"

The great lord shook his head and said:

"The temple has been destroyed, Your Majesty. I can no longer rely on the Goddess to borrow the power of that sacred artifact."

Although he froze the temple with frost before setting off, the temple's location was not good, and half of it had already been shattered by the Horned Man's Ring.

Moen frowned and said:

"Could you explain in detail how you did it?"

"It's very simple. We are believers of the goddess, so we can build temples for her and offer prayers. In addition, the goddess is still willing to respond to us a little."

"Therefore, I can use the temple to pray to the goddess and thus borrow the power of the sacred objects that have always been kept in the goddess's hands."

"Only the power of that sacred relic could accomplish such a miracle. But unfortunately, neither I nor anyone else can make full use of it."

At this point, the Grand Lord couldn't help but ask Moen:

"Don't you remember? That sacred relic was meant for Her Majesty the Goddess."

If I'm not mistaken.

The so-called sacred relic must be the last 'right hand', right?

"Was it my right hand that I left behind?"

Right hand?

Moen's question surprised the Grand Lord.

"What's wrong? Is something not right?"

Noticing the change in the Highlord's expression, Moen asked a question in surprise.

The great lord himself, after repeatedly recalling the events, said with absolute certainty:

"What happened to you? You only had your left hand left back then!"

Left hand?!

"you sure?"

Even Moen himself was stunned by this.

At the blasphemous banquet where the witch Lilith reappeared, it was the right hand that was taken away by the hummingbird in the end!

Why is this the left hand?

The Grand Lord glanced at the central courtyard and his eyes lit up as he said:

"The right half of the temple is still there. We left corresponding murals there. You can go and see for yourself."

The Highlord was quite certain that what Moen left behind was the left hand of a certain holy relic.

However, he was even more certain that the person in front of him, Moen, was the one who had blessed him back then.

Therefore, he became less confident in his memory.

Following in the footsteps of the High Lord, Moen, Mr. Conan, and the others arrived in front of the mural.

At this point, Moen's brows furrowed deeply.

The content of the mural is simple and expressive.

But it's still immediately recognizable that it's a left hand falling from the sky and being handed to the goddess who is also standing on the mountaintop.

So how could it be the left hand?

In addition, Moen remembered that at the blasphemous feast, the eldest sons should have 'eaten' him.

But later, for some unknown reason, it turned into 'dismemberment' and there really were corresponding sacred remains.

Could it be related to this?

Moen now has a rough deduction about this anomaly.

That is, the difference between 'eating' and 'dismemberment' should have emerged during the White Calamity.

But what Moen has encountered here so far, whether it's the extreme cold or anything else, is far from enough to constitute the terrifying concept of a calamity sweeping the world.

Moen nodded as he pondered:

“I understand. I’ll head to Highgarden now. Bohemian, you can stay here and take care of everything.”

"Don't worry, if everything goes well, I should be able to bring the Holy Remains back to you."

After saying those words, Moen turned to leave.

However, Mr. Conan hurriedly caught up and said:

"Your Majesty, could you please wait a moment?"

Moen immediately stopped and looked at Mr. Conan.

"What's wrong?"

Mr. Conan, who was still quite reserved in front of Wang, organized his thoughts and then said:

“Because I noticed that you seem to have no recollection of many things, I felt I should tell you about this.”

"Of course, it may be of no use at all, but it does make me very uneasy."

Looking at Mr. Conan, who was even stuttering a little, Moen chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"Take your time, there's no rush. I'm not short of time."

With Moen's comforting words, Mr. Conan slowly regained his composure and said:

“I’ve heard the Great Lord tell me some truths about this world, and he also said that you left them a way to leave.”

"Did I leave behind a way to leave?"

I sealed off this place, so why did I leave a way to leave?

"What's the solution?"

"Fire, the Great Lord said that as long as everyone prays for the destruction of the world, then a world-destroying fire will be set off and burn everything to ashes."

"He also said that you blessed three people at the time, but you only told the great lord's brother about it, and then the great lord's brother relayed it to their uncle."

"It was only delivered to the Great Lord in the end, so I'm worried that there might have been some error in the word-of-mouth transmission."

What do you think?

A world-destroying fire?

Didn't I leave the world-destroying fire in the hermit's sword?

Moreover, this doesn't sound like a way to leave; rather, it sounds like a last resort when everything is beyond saving.

"I don't really recall it, but do you have any other clues?"

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Conan said:

"The Highlord also said that in a room deep within Highgarden, his uncle had engraved everything inside."

"I understand, I will be careful. Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Conan."

Mr. Conan was clearly flattered by Moen's thanks.

-

The Holy Lance nearly shattered Eve's soul.

Although the horned people gave her emergency treatment, it only made her look somewhat presentable.

In fact, her injuries did not improve at all.

This left the little girl who had been with Eve anxiously pacing around, completely at a loss.

Surprisingly, the little girl didn't cry.

She even went outside to find clean snow, intending to heat it up with the fire left by the Horned People and give it to Eve to drink.

She remembered her mother saying that drinking more hot water would make her feel better immediately if she wasn't feeling well.

The little girl didn't understand that it was just a helpless choice for the poor; she only knew that it was the only thing she could do for Eve.

The horned man clearly hadn't considered that he might not be able to return, so there was only a campfire there to ensure the little girl wouldn't freeze to death.

As for other things, such as pots and pans, there really wasn't any at all.

So the little girl could only hold the snow in her hands next to the fire to make it melt and warm up faster.

But it didn't seem to work. Even though the back of my hand was red from the fire, the snow water in my palm was still so much and so cold.

Chapter 443 Er, I'm back! (4k)

In this situation, what can a little girl who is only a few years old do?

It seems she can't do anything. For a normal girl her age, being able to eat well and sleep peacefully is already considered a rare and good thing.

So the little girl could only hold her cold and hot hands over the fire and cry and cry.

It has been said that the most sympathetic sound to others is the crying of a baby.

But some people say that's the least valuable opinion.

Noisy and meaningless.

But at least for now, it seems to have truly brought about a miracle.

The collapse of the Horned People brought about the largest flashback ever.

That even affected caves far away.

The flames inside the cave were extinguished instantly, and the ice and snow outside the cave disappeared immediately.

The young girl couldn't understand why all this was happening.

They could only stare blankly as a tall, hazy figure emerged from the light outside the cave.

As the figure drew closer, in the hazy light, the woman's silver-white dress flowed like water, and she seemed shrouded in a thin mist. She leaned slightly forward, her eyes as deep as a galaxy, filled with endless tenderness and compassion.

The moment the little girl saw her eyes, she had a fleeting feeling that they resembled the older girl behind her.

They are all filled with a gentle sense of loving kindness.

However, the older sister's eyes were filled with even more sorrow and hesitation.

But she didn't; she only had unwavering resolve.

There is no doubt that her arrival is a flashback from the past.

But she could indeed see everything here.

Even though a long period of time has passed.

Her fingertips gently brushed across the little girl's cheek; her arrival was as warm as the spring sunshine, dispelling the chill in the cave.

"Don't be afraid, child."

"And thank you, child. Without your cries, I probably wouldn't have found this place by the end. I followed the guidance of fate, but my brother probably didn't want me to come. So, the wind and snow blocked my view."