Utravsky finally did not answer Agnes's question.
He thanked Agnes gently as if she had not asked the question just now, and then took away the carpet with a big hole cut by his sword, agreeing to wait for a while until the carpet was repaired or he bought a new one. Carpet comes to visit Agnes again.
To be honest, Agnes didn't care much about the carpet. When she said that Utravsky damaged her carpet, it was just a random act of ridicule. Otherwise, she would not have chosen to leave the study to deal with this matter.
But Utravsky is obviously more concerned about this matter, probably out of a mentality that... he owes someone a favor and will not be able to repay it for a while.
"Do you need anything..." Utravsky asked Agnes in a gentle voice.
"As a nun, I should not ask for anything for my own needs." Agnes said softly with the plainest smile.
"But it is also what we should do to pay attention to the needs of our comrades," Agnes paused and then added, "When I left Bodivia, I took a boy who was not a believer of the Mother Goddess with me. Yam entrusted a gentleman to take him to Loen..."
"My request is that he can turn to you for help when he encounters something he can't solve."
"I think this is what I should do," Utravski's light blue eyes held the purest peace. "The Mother Goddess teaches us to praise the preciousness of life. We should not reject the requests of young sprouts."
Agnes shook her head and smiled, playing with the kraft paper bag on the coffee table in her hands. The obvious grainy texture penetrated through the thin paper. This was left by Stitch before he left, saying it was a New Year's gift and to help him last time. grateful.
"These seeds can grow rapidly as long as they come into contact with water and soil, reproduce autonomously, swamp the soil they are rooted in, and bind and attack any creature that attacks you. Well, yes, their criterion is their attack on you, Stitch handed the brown paper bag containing the seeds to Agnes with a sheepish smile, "Don't worry, they are extremely resistant to low temperatures and drought, and should be able to adapt to the climate of the southern continent..." ..."
"It's just... I haven't solved the problem of being weak to fire yet..." Stitch said looking even more embarrassed.
A serious plant with extraordinary power, Agnes subconsciously made this comment in her mind at the time. As a product made from the human body, Stitch does not seem to be considered a failure based solely on its creative ability.
She put away the brown paper bag and looked at Lani, who was looking at her with complicated eyes. She looked down at herself, couldn't help but tugged on her torn sleeves, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
"You are a nun from the Church of the Mother Earth." Lani said softly.
"Yes, that's true." Agnes nodded with a smile.
"You don't actually believe in the Earth Mother."
"indeed so."
"Then what do you believe?" Lani looked at Agnes steadily and suddenly asked.
Agnes heard Lani's question and was silent for a long time before speaking: "Those who struggle for everything they long for..."
She paused for a long time before continuing: "There will be people who will remember everything about them."
Lani didn't speak, but subconsciously raised her hands and clasped them in the center of her abdomen.
The room was quiet for a long time, and she suddenly said: "I want to tell you something when the bell rings in the evening."
"Okay," Agnes smiled subconsciously, "I'm looking forward to the arrival of the New Year's bell."
She stood up with a normal expression and walked to the bedroom upstairs.
When the door lock clicked, she leaned against the closed door and looked up at the full-length mirror in the corner.
Dark red and purple patches appeared on the abnormally pale skin and gradually festered and oozed pus and blood. Blood-red threads gradually covered the eyeballs staring at everything outside the mirror. Black-red liquid flowed from the corners of the eyes, nose, ears, The mouth slowly overflowed.
"What I want to say...isn't this." Agnes didn't pay attention to the terrifying form of the person in the mirror, but said in a daze.
"No, it's indeed this, but it's not just this." She said softly, looking at the mirror with her bloodshot eyes.
Huizhen's figure was outlined little by little next to the person in the mirror, and Agnes slowly said, "I don't just want this."
Huizhen looked at Agnes calmly, and the voice that sounded in Agnes's ears was calm.
"The Calamity of Lixin..." she said calmly, "Then what do you want?"
"I want..." Agnes's voice paused, "I want those who struggle for everything they long for to gain the strength to struggle."
Huizhen's eyes gradually became a little complicated as she stared at the disappearing traces of ulcers.
...
"Do you think it would be better for me to wait until tomorrow morning to send this letter?" Renes looked at the figure of the little nightingale that appeared with the ripples in the air, and couldn't help but said, "And give it to her. New Year’s gift together.”
Little Nightingale heard Rhaenys's words, stopped taking the letter, tilted her head, and made no sound.
"When I just received Agnes's letter, I really wanted to write a reply immediately and ask you to send it, but there was so much I wanted to say," Rhaeness said almost to herself. "Later I thought about it. After thinking about it, I can slowly say some things letter by letter, after all, you are here."
"She asked me to sort out the things that pregnant people need to pay attention to before. She must be facing such a thing, otherwise she wouldn't ask me for help. After all, she is going to promote the kindness of the Mother Goddess, and pregnant women are the ones who can best... .”
Before Rhaenys could finish her almost chattering words, circles of ripples suddenly spread around the body of the little nightingale in front of her.
"My lady needs me now."
A crisp voice with a hint of anxiety echoed in the room.
Rhaenys stopped her words and frowned slightly as she watched the disappearing ripples.
...
"For all desires, the starting point is often confusion, and the end point is often self-destruction," Huizhen said calmly, looking at Agnes who raised her hand to wipe the black-red liquid flowing down the curve of her face, "In the middle, the worms of life are bound by desire and dance and sway, either in ecstasy or in pain and resentment..."
"So, what do you want to say?" Agnes looked at Huizhen's slightly slender dark brown eyes in the mirror with her bloodshot eyes, and asked.
"You should understand the meaning of such desires in such a world." The complexity in Huizhen's voice could not be concealed at all.
"I..." Agnes started, but stopped suddenly. Her eyes moved to the ripples that were gradually spreading to one side.
"Nightingale?"
