only god

Chapter 368 It's Time to Meet the God's Messenger
Mira looked at Enos.

The princess didn't know what the girl was looking at, she only knew that the girl's eyes were always on her face.

Enoss was holding the book in her hand, she pretended to be nonchalant and turned sideways, trying not to let Mira look directly at her face, it would be embarrassing.

Soon, the girl will look away, quarter of an hour?Two quarters of an hour?Enos didn't know, she tried her best to focus her eyes on the book instead of noticing whether Mira was looking at her all the time.

The princess stroked her hair subconsciously.

Mira's eyes sometimes fell on the book in her hand, sometimes on her heroic brows, and sometimes on the chest under the rider's uniform. No one except God knew what this girl was thinking.

For a long, long time, Enos felt that a full hour had passed, but Mira's eyes were always on her. That kind of sight was like a girl staring at a beautiful doll she dreamed of, and she could spend a whole day and night looking at it.

"Mira, why do you keep looking at me?"

Ainos couldn't bear it any longer, her face flushed slightly and she said:

"Of course, even if there is no reason, I will not hinder you."

Mira looked back a little embarrassedly, she scratched her head, thought for a while and said:

"Enoss... I didn't watch it because I wanted to see you, I was thinking..."

"Thinking about what?"

Enos asked.

"I was thinking, do you believe it?"

Mira asked abruptly.

Enos was slightly taken aback.

After a while, she said softly:
"Mira, maybe you have already seen it."

"...I saw your indifference. I used to think that you might just have weak faith."

Mira spoke out.

Enos sighed faintly, and said:

"That's weird, Mira.

There is no need to reprimand, when I was young, my father had already scolded me for this. "

Mira just said:
"I'm not going to scold you, Enos.

I'm just... kind of sad, kind of weird sad. "

Enos looked at Mira.

Before the princess could speak, Mira said:
"I'm just sad... Enos, you don't have to do anything for me.

I know that faith is not blood pudding, you can put any blood in it you want, and faith is not wine from different years, you can taste whatever you want. "

Enos closed the book in her hand, pondered for a moment and said:
"I agree with you, Mira."

Mira lowered her eyes, and a sentence echoed in that little heart: Why don't you believe it, Enos.

For Mira, since she saw the glory of the heavenly kingdom when she was a child, believing in God is her destiny.

She couldn't imagine what she would be like without God.

Because of this, she felt uncomfortable with Enos' unbelief.

Looking at Mira with her head down, deep in the princess's heart, a sense of guilt rose inexplicably.

The heart of gold swallowed most of her flesh and blood. In this world, many things are difficult to cause waves in her spiritual world, but this girl can, and, in this not-so-short journey, only she can.

"Mira...do you want to convince me?"

Enos guessed and said.

Mira raised her face and nodded lightly,
"Of course I do, because you are the person I value most."

Enos's heart was beating lightly.

"It's not so easy to convince a person, just like a person likes apple pie, it's hard to force him to like pineapple pie."

Mira used the analogy seriously.

Ainos smiled dotingly, and followed the topic:
"You will always be like this, Mira, what a strange person you are, and even I can't help but enjoy the moments with you."

"Oh, really?"

Mira scratched her head in embarrassment.

Ainos opened the book in her hand, but her eyes were on Mira,

"In the past, I had to deal with all kinds of winds on my own, my heart was tense, and I never let up a day.

But... After going through so many things, I realized that it is so easy to have you by my side.

In the past, apart from my father, I had no one I could trust.But in fact... it might be good if there is one more person to trust. "

Enoss pretended to be indifferent, she slowly opened the book in her hand, and then slowly closed it, as if this was just a subconscious movement, nothing surprising, but unfortunately, every time she opened the book, there was no surprise. not exactly.

"Honestly, I don't intend to mourn with anyone, and I don't want to share the pain of the past, but... what if that's not mourning, not pain?"

Speaking of this, Enos said nothing, her hands were trembling slightly, she felt that although what she had said was euphemistic, it was...it was clear...it should be counted.

Mira stood up slowly, looking at the princess's face.

The girl was a little embarrassed, she really couldn't figure out what Ainos was thinking.

Are you thinking the same thing as yourself?

If yes...

But what if not?

Mira didn't know how to respond.

There are so many people and so many things in this world, Mira, how can you be sure that Enos is thinking the same thing as you?
When Mira thought of this, she sat back slowly.

Then, she pretended to be excited and said:
"Enos, whatever, just leave it to me."

The voice fell.

The princess squeezed the pages of the book tightly in her hand.

Then, she showed a gentle smile.

It seems... I and Mira are not thinking about the same thing.

In such a situation, it may be God's arrangement.

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The original messenger, this title has already been passed down to the elders of the original church.

Mira and Ainos calculated the time, and it was almost time.

Those elders have already begun to desperately search for the traces of the original messenger, and their subordinate priests have searched the streets and alleys, not letting go of any clues.

But these elders always got nothing.

The original messenger seemed to hide himself, and the priests rumored that unless it was God's arrangement, the original messenger would not show up.

After Mira and Enos heard the rumors, they realized that the time had come.

It is time to appear before the original church.

So, one day, before the morning prayer, Mira's figure appeared under the steps of the temple.

Ainos followed her side as a taciturn maid.

Facing the stairs made of gold, Mira climbed up step by step.

Mira looked at the splendid and magnificent palace from bottom to top,

"The original church...it's time, it's time to meet the messenger of God."

Mira had a premonition that once she stepped into this golden palace, a corner of the truth would be revealed in the entire primitive church covered in mist.

(End of this chapter)