He didn't speak, and I didn't speak either. We both looked at each other until someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" he responded.
"Your Holiness, this is the information you want." A priest handed a document to him.
"Okay!" He took over, and the other party saluted him and exited the room. Then he smiled slightly at me and said, "Saint, this is the first time we are face to face like this. I don't know if I should call you Saint, or do you have a better choice for me?"
"My name is Missilia." My mind was blurry, except for this sentence: My name is Missilia, and I am the most noble existence.
"It seems that you want me to use this title." He smiled, unfolded the document in his hand, and looked down, "This worship meeting is mainly to let our believers and non-believers see the saint. That is to say, the existence of your Lady Missilia, knowing the existence of my god, makes their faith more pious, and they will always follow your feet until they completely return to you, or my god's embrace."
"What do you need me to do?" I don't want to talk to him about the greatness of my god or the piety of the believers. I just want to know what the mission behind me is.
"Actually, it's nothing. In five days, we will welcome the arrival of the Saint of our God in front of the door of this church. Then the Saint will come down with the angels behind her and stand on the round platform we have prepared for you. Saint In front of the monument, let all the believers worship and then come to the temple to perform the miracle." He said, looking away from the documents, "As for the miracles to be performed, these documents have already been arranged."
"Humph!" I smiled coldly and looked back at the servant, "Do you know who I am?"
"You are my master." That was all he seemed to remember now.
"What about other than that?" I glanced at him disdainfully. When I wanted him to say this, he didn't remember it. When I wanted him to say it, he only remembered this.
"You are still the most valued princess of my god, the next master of heaven, and the most noble existence." He tried his best to say these flattering words, which only made me feel disgusted, but these are what I wanted him to say, But... there seems to be one more thing. It turns out that I am the next owner of heaven. No wonder he respects me so much.
"So... I'm not a clown?" I just thought it was funny. The mission he mentioned was to fall and fly. This kind of behavior that humans long for but I just find ridiculous.
"Of course not, you misunderstood." He hurriedly explained, "In fact, these may seem simple, but they are the best way to improve the faith of those believers. Only in this way can they believe in the existence of my God and the reality of their faith. "
"Then why can't you do it?" I asked curiously.
"Because God thinks I'm not qualified enough." There was no trace of falsehood in his eyes, which made me believe that this task was really so important and that I had to do it.
"Okay, in that case, I will do everything the Pope said. Can I go out for a walk now?" As I said that, I stood up.
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"This... please!" The Pope didn't have any objections. He stood up and walked me to the door, and behind him, he stopped talking. He seemed to understand the first law of being a servant.
"These are the information for you!" When I turned around and went out, the Pope handed the document in his hand to my servant's hand.
"Yes." He didn't seem to like this pope, so he responded lightly and caught up with me, "Master, where are you going?"
"Don't go anywhere. As I said just now, just walk around casually. Since it's just a casual walk, there is no certain destination." I said and walked through the aisle just now and walked directly into the hall. The teachers around me Everyone bowed their heads and saluted me.
"No!" Seeing that I was about to step out, he stepped in front of me.
"you… "
When I was about to ask him if he had forgotten my identity again, his resolute eyes met mine, "You are a saint now. You cannot let people outside see you, otherwise this ceremony will have no meaning." ."
"But I..." I'm not interested in the humans outside, I just want to clear up the blur in my mind.
"I know that your purpose of going out is to restore your memory, but it is the human world outside, and it is your first time here. Even if you go out to see it, it will not make any sense, so I hope you can think about the overall situation. , and think about your own health, go back to your room and have a good rest for a few days. After five days, you can naturally walk around." But after what he said, I understood that he would never treat me as a master. To treat me, because in his heart, the real master is only the patriarch, who is my father as he calls me, the father who has no memory.
"Okay." I looked at him coldly for a while, and finally turned around and walked back to the original room.
"Thank you for your understanding." He followed.
"Understand? Humph!" He stepped into the room first and turned around to block them behind him. "This is my room, right?"
"Yes, you are right." He nodded.
"Okay, so you want me to come back and rest, right?" I continued to ask.
"Yes, I hope you can have a good rest. After all, your injury is not completely healed yet." He answered naturally, but I didn't feel his concern.
"Okay, then goodbye!" As I said that, I slowly closed the door with a cold smile, blocking the look of surprise and surprise on their faces.
"Lord Satris, she..."
"Since the young lady wants to rest, let's not disturb her and let's go!" Sarteris turned back to stop Will's words with his eyes, and took the four of them back to his room.
As soon as the door closed, Will couldn't help but say, "Who is she! How dare she do this to you, my lord!"
"Yes! Isn't she just a pawn of the clan leader? She really regards herself as the next clan leader." Celia was filled with anger. When she saw the other party, her neck could not help but shiver.
"Okay, remember, no matter what her identity is in the end, she is our master now, the saint of the Holy Church of Light, the apple of the patriarch's eye, and the most likely next patriarch." Satris was serious. He glanced at them and warned.
"But... But we really can't bear to see her treat you like this. You are the highest being in heaven under the patriarch." Slender was also very dissatisfied.
"Remember, it is no longer the case. My master is Miss Missilia, the next clan leader, so her words are also my words. You must respect her as much as you respect me, otherwise I will punish you according to the clan rules. "Sartris is not like those simple guys who only look at the surface. This suddenly appeared powerful girl who feeds on silver blood. Ever since she walked out of heaven easily with golden eyes and silver hair, heaven has sent several groups of sweepers. She was eliminated every time, which shows how powerful she is, but this time it is even more different. The patriarch actually came to the world in person, just for her, not to kill her, but to keep her on the side of the Clan of Light. Of course, these are all understandable. Having another strong person is not a bad thing, but the method used by the patriarch makes him very concerned. If he wants to control her, he can use the technique of mind control to directly enter her soul and transform the original Some consciousnesses are completely destroyed, and then they re-create a consciousness body for her, just like they do for those lower-level ones. But this is dangerous. If the other party can't bear the pain of soul-shattering, or the other party is too strong, so if the defeat is unsuccessful, the other party will die immediately. No matter what the possibility is, the patriarch just doesn't want her. To die, or rather... to be harmed. That's why she spent a lot of energy to imprison her original consciousness, or the original soul, using hypnosis, and then hinted at giving her a new name and identity.
These can all be explained by the desire for the strong, but why did the patriarch give her such an identity: his daughter, the next patriarch
Now he has no way of guessing what the clan leader is thinking, so he must be careful with her, otherwise it is likely to cause the clan leader's displeasure, and then he will be in danger.
But what he was thinking about was beyond what the four subordinates around him could understand, but he didn't want to explain it more.
"Yes! Lord Satris!" The four of them obeyed the order obediently. Although they are still dissatisfied in their hearts, orders are orders. Even if the other party orders them to die, they will definitely accept it.
"Okay, you are all tired, go back and rest!" Satris swept his hair.
"Yes!" The four of them exited the room and hurried to their own rooms. Except for them, there was no one in the corridor. This place was prepared for angels like them, so generally no humans would come in.
"It's really strange for Satoris today, how could he be so groveling to a captive little girl." Celia complained as she walked away.
"Shh! Lord Satris has already said that she is the next clan leader. You'd better be careful what you say." Esther reminded her coldly.
"That's weird!" Celia didn't believe that the other party could really be a patriarch. This was simply because the patriarch wanted to use her to reshape her soul. Sometimes I think about it, what a pitiful human being, or vampire, who doesn't even have a soul.
"If you don't believe me, just keep saying it. We'll see how the adults punish you." Esther said with an uninvolved look on her face and rushed towards her room.
"What do you mean by this? I said it, I said it, do you want to go to the adults and tell the truth?" Celia chased after him unhappily. In fact, she and Estelle were in the same room.
"Okay, please stop talking! Now that she is the master, we don't know how she will be tortured. You should save some strength and prepare to deal with it!" Slender said, turning to the left, because he and Will's room was on the other side.
If humans were to hear the quarrel between you and me, they would definitely stop believing in angels. They are just a more powerful race, another race different from humans. (To be continued)