In the autumn morning, the wilderness shimmered with green and yellow luster. The two of them walked back in the direction of their return without saying a word.
There is an unspeakable secret hidden in the heart. Even if it is so frightening, one cannot help but want to touch it. However, it will collapse the moment it is touched, making one hesitate and hesitate as if he is in an endless spiral.
Christa followed the knight carefully, sometimes looking at the stream flowing around her, sometimes at the tall and familiar figure. She wanted to catch up, but was hesitant; she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to speak.
Your eyes can't see, what kind of color are they? I really want to see the sky in your eyes.
I have a dream, so small and insignificant. I want to go to the promised dream-like place, let the sea breeze blow my hair, and find the key hidden in the tree hole, even if it is only for one day. I really want to leave here and immerse myself in
Ordinary time, looking for small dreams in the recurring days.
The girl rubbed her tired cheeks. Her face was reflected in the rippling blue waves, and the world with its blood faded was about to wake up in the morning.
I was hesitant and worried that I no longer had a soul. But the moment I met you made me believe
I still have a dream that emerges every sleepless night, a dream that I still can't let go of despite countless expectations in my heart.
As long as I see you, I have strength. In order to protect the world with you and for this short time, I can embrace that small dream.
As time goes by, we have passed each other, but we meet again. For you and for me, I want to weave this dream. Maybe it is too late, but by your side, I have something special
Wavering courage.
"Guffy!"
She hurriedly caught up, wanting to tightly grasp the familiar and warm hand, secretly hiding all her attachment, dependence and expectations in her palm.
Will you kiss me secretly when I'm not paying attention~
…
Griffith looked up at the distant sky. The colors between the sky and the earth soaked in grief and blood had faded. The turmoil and noise of that night had disappeared. The dreamlike melody was so silent. The sad scenery all turned into light.
Even the teardrops and blood beads are like gems.
The bright autumn wind is like a heart-beating harmony, and the resonant echo in the wilderness is high above all sadness and the unchangeable past.
Griffith turned around and stood dazzled.
Everything reflected in your eyes is the real world...
Everything you have done so far is for such a sad fate. Tears and prayers are destined not to let you stay here. Then sing tomorrow with swords and guns in the pouring torrent.
Maybe, there is still happiness and hope waiting for us.
He walked through the cold flowing stream and came to Christa and hugged her tightly.
The girl pushed his shoulder hard, but was melted by the irresistible strength and warmth.
…
Griffith held the girl's hand and walked by the stream. He thought about it again and again, but still didn't know how to speak or where to start:
"How are you?"
What kind of words are these~
Krista leaned on his arm and responded softly: "Yeah."
He looked up and looked ahead: "There should be a road leading to the camp ahead, let's go back from there."
"Well," the girl nodded, rubbed the ends of her hair, and asked with all her strength, "Is anyone waiting for you?"
The silence and heartache tortured Griffith's heart, which was simply unbearable: "I have lost a lot of memories about you."
"Oh?" These defensive words slowly lifted the solemn atmosphere, and Krista's sad brows also relaxed. She raised her fist and knocked on his breastplate: "Excuse."
Both of them laughed softly. Krista asked: "Then what do you remember?"
"The time before my promotion to the second-level squad leader, the party, you teaching me how to dance, and the final battle." Griffith said.
Krista leaned on his shoulder and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "If you don't verify my identity, maybe I am a monster? I will eat you in one bite."
"Well, this..." Griffith walked slowly, feeling choked up and unable to speak, "I am about to become a knight. Now I am the leader of a third-level assault squadron, and I will buy a house of my own on the beach.
!The key is still hidden in the same place."
"I'll climb over the wall and get in. If you lock the door, I'll dismantle the door and get in," Krista said as she fiddled with the straps on his breastplate. "There's no end to this."
"I wish it could be longer. The Saint of Anjou will be very busy when we get back to the military camp."
"That's true."
Griffith wanted to ask, but the girl put her finger on his mouth: "Don't ask about things related to mystery. Touching the real name and keywords will attract his attention and vigilance."
"Then...I have to ask something and do something."
"I was resurrected by His power to serve His will. In this sad land, the moment of eclipse is coming," Krista said, "I heard that you and Captain Erza were in Switzerland.
Wen fought. Have you ever learned about the local church situation?"
Griffith nodded: "I already have the clues. After seeing you, I already know what happened."
Krista considered the words: "I can occasionally hear His will. The Anjou girl is my identity and my inescapable mission. I will bring miracles to the world in the name of Holy Light. I once wanted to find you.
,However, there is a lot of resistance.
"This is the only time I can be Krista again."
They crossed a creek and walked a short distance back to the camp and back to their destiny. Griffith jumped on the shore and stretched out his hand to Krista.
The girl silently held his hand. She saw the camp ahead, and sadness and despair appeared in her blue eyes again.
The two stared at each other in silence, and she suddenly threw herself into the knight's arms: "Geffe, please, kill me, now. I can feel that once I return to the believers of the Holy Light, I will
She will become an Anjou girl."
"Krista, if, if His will is accomplished, what will happen to you?"
"I am His creation. When the dust settles, I should return to silence."
"I understand," Griffith showed a stiff smile, "The only way is to kill Him. Well, it sounds quite simple and clear."
The girl anxiously wanted to retort, but her pretty cheeks were lifted up, and strong fingers caressed her cherry-red lips, like an electric current hitting her soul. She wanted to say something, but the fiery kiss blocked her words.
…
When he returned to the reinforcements camp, Griffith had calmed down from the initial shock and panic.
The scattered information has been connected together. The moment he met Krista, Griffith realized that she was a miracle prepared by the outer gods for this world. Yes, she was not an ordinary saint, but a miracle.
.
She was trained by the Raven Church as a candidate saint. Due to the adjustment of canon rules, her training work was stopped midway, and Raven, who had spent a lot of resources, lost power. The Holy Light Church noticed that Raven was walking alone and imposed severe punishment.
Punished and destroyed the files. What Griffith found on the night after the battle on Raven was some un-destroyed information.
In the ensuing war, she unfortunately died. The thread of life in the virtual world noticed Krista's existence and sacrifice, and drove the Deathrattle Order to obtain her body through some method, or other information that could establish contact.
Although she is dead, she can still respond to the sealed artifact "The Call of the Ancestor".
The empty box with a strange aura left on the speedboat heading to Neopolis may be the container where Christa was placed.
Neopolis was the first attempt to weave life in the virtual world, but it failed due to the intervention of the creator of the virtual world. Due to some occult factors, Elodie unfortunately became the queen of the infected, spreading mutations.
, absorb life.
With the lessons learned from this failure, the Void Realm's Life Weave cooperated with Verona's rebellion on the one hand, and on the other hand changed its strategy in Raven. First, it directly collected the energy of life through the attack of undead creatures, and then concentrated it through the rotten corpses.
Rise up and resurrect Christa.
Then, she was sent to the border of Odessa by the religious order, where she resisted the invasion of the orcs as a saint and gained popularity in the crisis. There, the fallen former Bishop of Raven, Corian, may have provided cooperation. He may have doubts
and fear, but in the end he cooperated with the evil god's plan intentionally or unintentionally, otherwise, he would not have achieved the status of Odessa.
Since Bishop Kelian is a minion of the Outer God, the mysterious world of Odessa and the extraordinary beings should be more or less involved! They may be carrying out the arrangements of the Outer God, or they may value the miracles and political value of the Saint.
.No matter which reason, the result is to push Krista to the prince.
But, what is the Holy Light Holy See doing? Even if others are not aware that this is the conspiracy of the Weaver of Life, the Holy See itself should always know that the girl from Anjou is not the incarnation of the Holy Light in the world. Perhaps this is because the people of Odessa
There are a large number of believers of the Holy Light. When the Holy Light Holy See discovered the signs of lonerism and conspiracy in the Odessa diocese, it was no longer convenient to take overt countermeasures.
It was clear, then, that Griffith found himself to do.
The first option is to kill Krista. No matter what the evil god of the virtual world plans next, as long as his agent in the world is destroyed, can he still tear open the barrier of the plane and turn around?
He tried hard but couldn't do it.
To be continued...