The streets of Talis City's midtown are very lively today. Because of the return of the warrior Randall, the city has started a three-day celebration. The streets and alleys are full of people, and everyone is immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the hero's return.
Shalia, who was wearing a shabby magic robe, held the elf girl's hand. In order to prevent her ears from being discovered, Shalia also put He Wen's other coat on her.
The large gray coat now completely wrapped the elf girl in it, which even looked a little funny.
"Go back... go back... OK, more people... go back..."
Shireen cried and begged Shalia to go back home more than once, but Shalia was determined to buy desserts. Just when they passed by the Central City Square, Shalia's footsteps suddenly stopped.
She slowly turned around and looked at the center of the square.
There stands a magnificent statue.
On the statue is a young man holding a sword in his hand. Next to him is a beautiful girl. The girl is wearing a holy robe. She raises her hands as if she is singing a hymn.
"Xia...Xia Liya...Miss..."
Seeing that Shalia had been standing there looking at the statue, Shirin clutched her clothes tightly in fear.
After about three minutes of silence, Shalia walked to the statue, looked at the stone tablet in front of the statue, and sighed.
[In memory of our eternal hero: Patrick Roland, the supreme saint: Elisa Dreiser]
"Patrick, Alyssa."
Shalia said the name as if talking to herself.
Then he looked at the dates of their deaths engraved on the monument, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"It turns out you left hundreds of years ago."
"Little girl..."
Just then, an old man with a cane came over.
He looked at Shalia gently, and Shireen shrank behind Shalia in fear.
"Don't just remember Mr. Randall, you must know that Mr. Patrick and Mr. Alyssa are the heroes who brought the first dawn to this world."
The old man looked up at the statue, his eyes full of admiration.
"Really...what about the other people?"
Shalia asked.
"in addition......?"
There was confusion on the old man's face.
"Where are the other members who joined Patrick in defeating the Demon King?"
After listening to Shalia's question, the old man's face became even more confused and doubtful.
"Although I don't know where you heard the story, little girl, but the only ones who defeated the Demon King back then were our human warriors and the first-generation saints. We must remember history, my child."
Looking at the old man's retreating back, a trace of loss flashed in Shalia's eyes.
Just when the two bought the desserts they wanted to eat and were about to go back, Shalia noticed a group of Holy Cult soldiers patrolling.
With her super senses, she could clearly hear the exchanges between the soldiers at this time.
"Why are you summoning us all of a sudden? Isn't there still a celebration today?"
"Who knows? I heard that the saint gave the order herself."
"That must be something big."
"It is said to be related to the priest who was expelled from the Holy Church a few days ago. It seems to be called... He Wen?"
"The priest who used heretical methods to save Princess Eve?"
"Yeah, hurry up, the meeting time is coming."
Shalia stopped and turned around to look at the direction of the group of soldiers, which happened to be the Holy Church's temple.
"Miss Shalia...?"
Seeing that Shalia didn't move again, Shireen also started to get nervous.
Shalia handed the dessert wrapped in a brown paper bag to Shirin.
"Do you know how to get back?"
"......Eh?"
"Let me ask you, do you know where you slept last night?"
This place is already at the intersection of the slums, and you can reach home in a few steps, so Shireen nodded.
"I'll go do some errands. You wait at home for the master to come back."
After touching Shirin's head, Shalia turned around and followed the group of soldiers.
Shirin, who was left alone, stared blankly at Shalia's back, wanting to say something, but she couldn't formulate the words at all, and could only watch the girl's back gradually disappear into the crowd.
...
In the prayer hall of the Holy Synagogue in the Royal City of Talis.
A girl in white clothes knelt on the ground with her hands clasped together, seemingly praying devoutly.
There was the sound of the door opening behind him, and Randall, the kingdom's number one warrior, walked into the prayer hall with such a gentle smile.
In the solemn prayer hall, he directly found a seat in the front row and sat down.
"The Holy Lady doesn't take a break even on the celebration day?"
The girl slowly stood up, turned to look at Randall and said.
"After all, it carries the hope of all mankind, so we can't let ourselves get too relaxed."
"So why did you call me here today? My dear Saint."
Randall crossed his legs, completely losing the gentleness he had when facing the public.
"While we were away, there was a priest in the Holy Church who seemed to have mastered the power of heresy."
"I heard that it seems that this heretic also saved our dear little princess."
"Heresies are heretics, and their existence is the greatest blasphemy against the Holy Religion. Lord Randall, do you agree with what I say?"
Randall looked at the girl in front of him, whose eyes were full of compassion but whose words were completely devoid of any tolerance, and sneered.
"Let's get straight to the point, don't beat around the bush."
"I want to give you a chance to perform."
Randall tilted his head and supported his chin with his hand.
"A chance to perform? Tell me about it."
The saint raised her head, looked at the door, and called softly.
"Come in, lost lamb."
Then a Holy Cult guard walked into the prayer hall uneasily.
Randall also slightly adjusted his sitting posture, and cast a complaining look at the saint, blaming her for not telling him that someone would come in.
"This is the guardian of our holy religion and the father of a child."
The saint said to Randall.
After seeing Randall, the guard became more and more nervous.
"Lord Randall!"
He gave Randall a Talis Kingdom military salute.
"No need to be polite. I am not a soldier, and my status is even lower than yours. I am just an adventurer from the Adventurers Association."
Randall had already put on his gentle face, and the guard was extremely moved by these words.
"So, what do you want to say to me, the Saint?"
"His child is the reincarnation of the devil. He should have been sanctioned by the Holy Religion, but the heretic used his evil power to transform the devil. The Holy Religion only expelled him for the sake of Her Royal Highness, but Now......"
The saint clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and then spoke in a soft voice.
"The Holy Religion is about to begin its purge."
After the guards left, Randall sighed and said.
"Is that child really the reincarnation of some kind of devil?"
The saint looked at Randall with a smile, then slowly walked to him, bent slightly, and said in front of Randall's eyes.
"No, that's just a poor unlucky ghost. A few priests with poor academic skills can't save her, but they can't let the reputation of the holy religion be ruined, so they can only sacrifice her."
"...You guys are really..."
Before Randall could finish speaking, the saint kissed Randall's lips directly, and then sat astride him.
The two of them started their carnival in this pure prayer room.
But they didn't expect that there was a girl sitting in the last row of seats. The invisibility spell prevented her from being noticed by anyone.
Listening to the two men's wanton cries, Shalia said indifferently.
"Is this sexual intercourse?"
Now that she knew what the Holy Cult was going to do, she had to tell He Wen immediately and take him away.
But just when she walked out of the gate of the Holy Cult, a rune suddenly rose under her feet. The next second, Shalia was teleported to a strange place.
This place seemed to be some kind of prison. Shalia's body was imprisoned and she couldn't move at all.
"Automatic defense magic? Hmm... The method is very clever, but I was careless."
How could a place like the church be undefended? Fortunately, this was a passive defense, so no one knew that the trap had been triggered yet.
But her current strength has not been fully restored, so it will take some time to break this confining magic, but what she lacks most now is time.
...
At the same time, He Wen, who came out of Eve's house, met a panting man running toward him. This man was the pneumonia patient he had rescued before.
"What happened?"
He Wen asked.
The man was out of breath, and finally regained his composure and spoke.
"Leya...! Leya, that child! Hurry, he's dying!"
He Wen was shocked.
This is impossible! The operation was very successful. Could it be that something went wrong when changing the dressing? Someone poisoned his patient again? !
He Wen hurriedly followed the man to the girl's home, but he had some doubts halfway there.
How did this man know that he was at the princess's house? He probably only knew that I lived in the slums.
He Wen stopped, and the man looked at He Wen anxiously.
"Doctor He Wen! Hurry, hurry! The child is dying."
"Don't worry, I'll go home and get some medicine and tools first."
"It's too late! Doctor He Wen!!"
"Tell me honestly where you want to take me."
The man's lie was exposed, and his face was full of shame. He knelt on the ground, covered his face and cried.
"I'm sorry, Dr. He Wen, I'm sorry... They arrested my wife... They said, if I don't come here to find you... they will kill my wife..." .”
Then, more than twenty Holy Cult guards poured out from all directions.
"…So the kid is okay, huh?"
He Wen looked at the man and asked.
"..."
The man nodded.
"That's good......"
boom--
The guard behind him hit He Wen directly on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, causing him to lose consciousness.
