Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

The "girl" with the body of a child held the hand of the goddess of night and walked on the quiet corridor again.

The silver hair that almost reached the ground was pulled up and tied into a laurel-colored hairband. His body was tightly wrapped in a black robe embellished with stars. Because his steps were too stiff, the goddess of the night had to pull the "girl" "Hold tighter.

The young man with silver hair reaching his waist had his eyes closed tightly and was wearing a simple gray and white linen robe. From the looks of it, he was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was standing respectfully next to the brown-red wooden door with a cross engraved on it.

It was only when the two came closer that the young man's long silver eyelashes began to tremble slightly, but he still suppressed his desire to open his eyes, remembering the Lord's instructions and not looking at the light casually.

He kept reciting the Lord's scriptures silently in his heart. Prayer was the best way to meditate for him. He rarely felt so restless.

When the two of them walked to the door, the young man nodded slightly, took a deep breath and stepped aside: "The Lord has been waiting for a long time."

After saying this, he pursed his lips quietly and continued to review the Lord's teachings in his heart. He even forgot to open the door for the two special guests.

A faint smile appeared under the veil of the goddess of night, and the "girl" turned her head in the direction of the silver-haired boy. He subconsciously raised a hand, as if he wanted to touch something, and a stream of light swirled between the "girl's" fingers.

The wooden door suddenly opened on its own, allowing the invited guests to walk in.

The change in the air flow made the "girl" stunned, and the perception of another more powerful existence made her subconsciously retract the palm stretched out to the boy.

After the goddess of the night walked in with the "girl", the boy remembered his mission, quickly closed the door again, and lowered his head to guard the door again.

He didn't know what exactly happened just now, but his mind was in a trance for a moment.

The young man took another deep breath and focused on reciting the holy scriptures silently and praying, trying to forget the uneasiness caused by that feeling.

Inside the door is a circular prayer hall that is not too wide.

The goddess of night raised her palm lightly, and the hidden darkness spread out from her body, lingering in this room.

A road of diamond-shaped bricks was paved in the middle of the ground, with honeycomb-shaped floor tiles on the left and right sides. Three rows of rough stone benches were set up. At the front was a golden cross.

The man standing in front of the cross has black short hair, which is not long, but the roots are light yellow blond. He is wearing pure black clergy robes. He is humming a tune with a folk tune. In a language from where he comes from.

Although the goddess of the night knew that language, she had not learned it and could not understand it, so she just held the "girl" and walked slowly behind the person.

A slight buzzing sound emanated from the translucent face of the "girl": "In the end, life is gone..."

The humming stopped suddenly, and the man standing in front of the church turned around. On his deeply contoured face, there was a kind and soothing smile, and golden light flowed in his eyes.

He moved his hand from the silver cross on his chest, put it behind his back, and looked at the "girl" with very gentle eyes.

The "girl" shrank, feeling the warm palm trembling in her hand. The goddess of the night tilted her head: "If you don't want to, you can tell me."

The "girl" was quiet for a long time and did not speak, but the light spots in his head kept flashing and sped up.

The man dressed as a priest cleared his throat: "Maybe I scared her?"

Under the veil of darkness, his eyes fell on the "girl", observing that the light returned to normal: "He is observing fate, but..."

The "girl" let go of the hand of the goddess of the night, and took two stiff steps forward. The words mixed with a buzzing sound sounded: "In my perception, you are very scary, but also very attractive to me."

The person dressed as a priest leaned down and looked carefully at the face covered by the "girl's" shell: "Sound waves are emitted through resonance? Without external sound-producing organs and conventional perception, what about the visual and auditory reception methods? Is it completely blind? It cannot be completely blind. Deaf, you even heard the song I just hummed, do you understand this language?"

The goddess of the night sighed in her heart, but did not say anything. If "Esther" wanted to have long-term contact with the sun god in the future, it would be better to leave the communication at this time to both of them.

Although the "girl" tilted her head back, she resisted the instinct to distance herself from the priest.In his perception, a ball of blazing sunlight was getting closer and closer, almost burning his shell, and a colorful ocean of chaos flowed inside it - that was the shadow of the Lord of the Star Boundary.

The priest raised his hand and gestured to the light spot in the "girl's" head in the air: "The source of this light is also extraordinary power, but it is not an extraordinary characteristic, but..."

His golden eyes reflected the chaotic ocean, but it quickly dissipated. His expression looked full of expectation: "So, it would be more convenient if there is a control group. I guess you can also give a different understanding... ...It may not be possible now. I must collect authority as soon as possible in order to better control this power. I will need your help in a lot of research in the future."

The goddess of the night cleared her throat: "Yes, you will have a lot of time in the future."

"Sorry, it's just that I didn't expect that you were hiding someone like this..." After hesitating, the priest still felt that calling her a "girl" was not appropriate, and did not use more utilitarian words to describe the relationship between the two: "Such a friend."

The goddess of the night was not dissatisfied with his words, but looked at the "girl": "He told me that he had no name, so I once named...'Esther'."

"If He's going to stay with me, I'm afraid I can't keep this name, Amani."

Hearing this name, the gauze covering the face of the goddess of the night fluttered, floating on the corners of her slightly raised lips: "Perhaps it is better for you to call me 'night', at least I don't want to attract too much attention. Even if it is temporarily Esther serves as an anchor and I also need time to secretly develop followers.”

"I know, and so do I."

The priest nodded towards the goddess of the night, and then turned to the "girl" with silver hair. In terms of appearance and body flexibility, she looked too fragile.This made the priest unable to think of how to arrange her for a while. In a few days, he would have to embark on a journey of war...

Amanysis said that this "mythical creature" has an anchoring effect, but through the special uniqueness of the Chaos Sea and grazing, the priest can see the essence of this "girl", which is even more powerful than the "mythical creature". Wonderful composition.

But there is a more important thing right now, giving Him a name.

The priest looked at the "girl" seriously and nodded solemnly: "Then give Him a numerical number, or an alphabetical code?"

Hearing these words, the goddess of the night was silent for a few seconds and couldn't bear it anymore: "Otherwise, you should continue to call her 'Esther'."

"I really can't keep calling Him that name. Let me think about it again."

The priest lowered his head again, and the "girl" raised her translucent face, and the light spots inside became faster again.

"Esther, the star of hope?" The priest's expression became gentler. He stretched out his hand and tapped his index finger on the "girl's" translucent forehead. A ball of light split from the center and moved closer uncontrollably. The direction of his finger.

"Light...then let's call her Zoya."

The goddess of the night nodded: "It sounds familiar. What myth does it come from?"

"Well, you may not know much about it, Goddess of Dawn." When answering the question of the Goddess of Night, his eyes were full of expectation, and he asked the "girl" gently, "Is it okay?"

The "girl" didn't have any emotions. At least as the priest withdrew his finger, the starlight in her head returned to normal and started to rotate calmly: "Everything follows your wishes, Lord of the Star World."

The priest slowly shook his head: "No, I can't afford such a title now. If you want, you can just call me 'Lord' or 'Heavenly Father' like those young people did."

Zoya raised her hands and placed them on her transparent "cheeks". A wave of light swayed from the rotating light spot on the inside, creating silver ripples on the translucent shell. Such a strange scene attracted the two people in the room. With his attention, the priest stared at the changes like silver water waves and observed thoughtfully.

Then the light inside Zoya's head became much dimmer, the silver water splash completely disappeared, and a buzzing answer came from it:
"Okay, Dazhbog."

This title made the priest stunned for a moment, and then he smiled more gently because of the memory. There was something in his smile that the goddess of the night could not understand.

The priest nodded: "Of course, can I ask why it is called this name?"

"'Daribog' has the same origin as the word 'Zoya'. I peeked into the revelation of the River of Destiny, so I chose this name."

Dazhberg had experience in getting along with Ourolius, so he was not surprised by this answer: "Well, although it is not the explanation I want to hear, thank you for your answer."

Zoya put down her hands, and the broken lines on his limbs had spread from the arms to the back of the hands, like silver tattoos wrapping around in circles.

Dazhberg frowned and gently took Zoya's right hand: "Have you always been in such a fragile condition?"

"This is a mimicry based on the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Mercury Snake'. It just imitates the human body. I have listened to Amani's narration, and I have also seen the tide of destiny being swept by you. If it appears in the appearance of a human, you The acceptance level will be higher." Zoya's tone has always been very indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations.

Dazhberg sighed: "I know. If there is a chance in the future, I will find a way to help you shape a body that is more suitable for activities."

After a pause, Dazhberg let go of Zoya's hand and patted the "girl's" head twice at the right height: "I don't mind this. To me, all living beings should be equal."

Zoya was trying to think about the origin of this sentence: "Is it because my body is still far away from human beings?"

"...a little bit."