Mi'er walked dejectedly in the dark alley, her expression somewhat gloomy.
Why do you always treat me like a child
She leaned her back against the marble wall of the church and felt her heart grow colder like stone in the night.
Is it a fault to be young
After staring at the ground in silence for ten minutes, Mier let out a soft sigh.
well.
I just said such harsh words to him, and now I feel a little regretful...
How will the team leader look at me in the future? It will be very embarrassing.
She stood up and slowly walked out of the alley.
As soon as she walked to the place where the moonlight shone, she saw the Antichrist Rasul standing by the wall, wearing a neat white dress and holding a golden apple in his left hand, like a gentleman about to attend a banquet, waiting for her there.
"How did you get in here?" Mi'er was a little surprised.
"Heh." Rasul chuckled, "The Vatican's force field shield is not completely unbreakable."
"I...heard your conversation with Ask." He put away his ambiguous smile and said seriously, "At this time, you still care about the people at the bottom of Solomon City. This makes me believe even more that you are my most suitable successor."
"You should find someone else." Mi'er said gloomily, "I just feel a little compassionate sometimes, but I can't say I care about you, let alone make sacrifices and fight for you."
"I can even tell you that even if the lives of all the people in Solomon City... no, the lives of all the people in the world are added together, they are far less important to me than Ask. You should look for those who truly possess selfless qualities and are willing to give for others, like Eleanor."
"No, she is not suitable," Rasul said decisively. "I have seen her fate."
"She once stood up for justice, abandoning everything, but that was just a rash decision made under her youthful impulse. As she grew older, her class and the elite education she received since childhood made her more inclined to solve problems from top to bottom - by giving full play to the advantages of her birth and bloodline to provide limited leadership and transformation to the world around her."
"This is contrary to the principles of our organization. Because we do not hope for salvation from nobles and lords. Any organization is a tool used by rulers to exploit, and it is completely wrong to expect the exploiters to be kind. What we really pursue is a thorough reform from the bottom up, a method that can save the people from oppression once and for all."
"Really?" Honey smiled indifferently, "You said it as if you can really see through us. Since you are sure that Eleanor will change in the future, you should at least produce evidence, right?"
"You want to see the evidence, right?" Rasul asked calmly.
Suddenly, the surroundings became dark again, and then countless bright lines bloomed from the golden apple held by Rasul.
These lines shot towards infinity. Rasul grabbed a handful and put it in front of Mier.
From those lines, Mier saw a blonde female knight in a white robe, it was Eleanor with a stern expression. She stood on the snowy plain with a long sword, looking into the distance with the majesty of a king.