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"what do you want to say in the end?"

Werner asked slowly.

The moonlight shone lightly on the Holy Son's silver eyelashes, which were hazy and brighter than the color of snow, making his eyes dim and unclear.

"Well, I probably persuaded you to defect." Jige said fearlessly. She didn't know what she did. She pulled her hands and a soft black mist floated over. The black mist gathered on her fingertips and flowed. The solemn brilliance.

"Let me show you what I have accomplished in the past few days."

she laughed.

The picture unfolded in front of him, and Werner recognized it. It was the memory of a certain clergyman who had followed him. It was projected in the hands of the witch like an interesting toy.

From his arrogant and domineering past of bullying servants and residents when he was a child, to the time he whitewashed his past and was admitted to the Holy See by the bishop, he does not believe in God. However, his family pays a large amount of money to the Holy See every year, so even if he knew that this person would use the Holy See Although he acted recklessly in the name of his wife, the bishop still acquiesced to his existence and calmly cleared up his troubles.

Werner was silent.

The scene ends with a conversation between the bishop comforting him who was frightened. The cleric once accidentally provoked someone who knew the Son, and was threatened by the other party to tell the Son to seek justice, but the bishop's face was blurring. Under the dimmed oil lamp, she looked compassionate.

"God will forgive you," the bishop read out this cliché, generously making the decision for God, "the Son of God Werner will not know about this."

The man looked frightened and uneasy, but was slowly calmed down. He asked nervously, "Does God really forgive believers who make mistakes?"

"Of course," the bishop said, "His Majesty once warned us that even God will not pursue light blindly."

He sighed, seemingly helpless.

"The Holy Son is too young and immature. He will understand us when he grows older."

The matter was finally suppressed by the bishop, and Werner did not hear the slightest hint of it.

His firm and pure faith was shaken. The Holy See he believed in was not completely bright, and God did not love the world as selflessly as he imagined.

His beliefs began to breed darkness.

The witch spoke in his ear with a bewitching tone. "Look, the Holy See you dedicated yourself to is corrupt. If that's the case, why do you persist?"

She stretched out her hand towards him. The witch wore leather gloves, which reflected the snow-like skin and refracted the coquettish brilliance under the pale moonlight.

"I promise you, even in the abyss, we will use our own way to protect the residents of the human world."

The scene remains eerily silent.

Until the slender fingertips touched the opponent's gloves, the Holy Son lowered his head and could not clearly see his specific expression.

"You win."

The departure of the Holy Son that day was seen by many people.

As the Holy Son, there are people who are always paying attention to his whereabouts. Seeing him walking further and further away, those who are always paying attention to the whereabouts of the Holy Son became anxious and shouted, "Sir, where are you going?!"

The whole town was awakened.

The bewildered residents, the panicked and confused clergy, looked at the Holy Son, and their doubtful gazes caused faint persecution.

A crow hovered over the Holy Son's shoulder, and the witch's figure suddenly appeared like a shadow.

She was not wearing a cloak, and she revealed a face that was very familiar to the clergy. Her thick, fluffy hair reached her ankles, and was braided into thick braids that were as black as her dress.

The crow, which symbolizes evil, landed on her shoulder, the flower of the dead bloomed in her hair, and the witch's face was embellished with an evil and beautiful face.

"Sorry," she raised a smile and tilted her head innocently, "I will take your holy son away."

I feel relieved that I have finally been diagnosed.

Good news: It’s not the misaligned bones I was worried about
Bad news: it's a fracture