26. Being forced to desecrate God in order to survive.

I was forced to desecrate God for my life.

I just want to work as a girl.

I’m dressed as the evil stepmother of Lady B.

Good news, I inherited all the money. Bad news, I only have two hours left.

To live, I decided to defile God.

I look at the shackles on my hands and make sure they’re not hallucinating.

I did cross.

Through a Western Fantasy B.E. Game shaped in the form of Cinderella, the hostess had almost the same experience as Cinderella.

The life of the hostess opens a new chapter in life after the death of the stepmother.

Unfortunately, I’m the stepmother of the same age.

What’s more, the point of time I traveled is at this turning point.

The abuse of the woman’s master was committed by the woman’s admirer.

Then in two hours I’ll be on the fire.

What’s the start of the wind?

Other people travel through pleasures, and I go through jail and burn.

Now…

Is there no turning back?

Maybe, not necessarily.

There were slow footsteps outside the prison, and I looked up and looked towards the blonde girl who came towards me.

In the game, Bernadette, the sweetest hostess, came to visit her vicious stepmother.

Begging for forgiveness or sarcasm?

It’s impossible to find a way to die.

And I wanted to show a sweet smile as much as I could, and the next second I saw the handsome man next to her, the thought was over.

One of the subjects of the hostess’s strategy, Knight of the Empire, Nein.

The culprits who brought me to this end are right in front of me. For the sake of his beloved lord, he wants me dead.

“Mother.” I’m sorry.

Not unlike the Lady of Notre Dame in the game, even if she was so bullied by her original body, she could be so indifferent.

I also lost a few tears and was stared at by the knight next to her.

How dare you!

I looked back.

It is clear that Nein didn’t expect me to be so bad that he comforted my cheap daughter.

“Bernadette, don’t be deceived by this vicious woman. Have you forgotten what she did to you? I’m sorry.

The hostess stopped choking.

“Mother, I will pray for you. I’m sorry.

Anyway, it’s hopeless.

The path of exoneration by the mistress is over before it begins, and it seems that only the last road remains.

I held out my hand in Bernadette, and I looked with a good eye: “Remember the stone I gave you?” I’m sorry.

Bernadette stunned and finally pulled out a grey rock.

My eyes are bright, and my lies are coming back.

“That is what my mother left me, and I will die if I don’t take it with me.” I’m sorry.

It’s actually a stone that was picked up by the side of the road, and it’s a gem that Bernadette threw to Bernadette.

Who would have thought that this unseen stone was truly a rare treasure, and Bernadette leaned on it and then saw God.

The young girl broke into the world of God and woke him up.

As a gift, he sealed her as a saint.

This god is the faith of all people on this continent — the God of Light.

The wood burned beneath me and I pierced my skin with sharp stones in front of everyone.

The stones on my hands shined and covered me in.

It’s a plan.

The heat is gone, I come to God.

I buried my head in good faith and kneeled in the temple.

“The Great and Merciful God of Light, I am a faithful believer to you. I wish you to forgive me, though I have made a great mistake.” I’m sorry.

I’m sure the Good Light doesn’t account for these little things.

With lazy and magnetic voices coming from above, I waited for the grace of God with my lips.

But the anticipated forgiveness didn’t come, and I heard a laugh:

“The Lord of Light”?

No one’s going to say their names. I have a bad feeling inside.

I looked up and…

And those above the Throne have a face that darkens the heavens and the earth, and those eyes, like rubies, fall into it as though they were born with darkness, as if they were full of charm.

None of the big black wings behind him was showing him his true identity.

Born with darkness…

I’m silent.

How does this feature look exactly like the Dark God in the game?

That’s…

I mentioned his death to the Light God in front of the Dark God and expressed my loyalty to his death to the Lord?

And the dark gods raise their lips without their hearts, and the sound of their ears is like a dead bell.

“I hear you say that you’re a believer of that nasty guy? I’m sorry.

There is no doubt that this is a proposition.

I’ll stand by.

“Of course not. I smiled, “How can I believe in the God of Light, which is false and made?” I’m sorry.

“I have just been hunted down by the men of the Lord of Light, who thought that they had brought me back to me, and that is why I have no choice but to you. I’m sorry.

The enemy is a friend.

You’ll survive the Dark One, won’t you?

The Lord has long eyes, rising from the Throne, looking down at me.

“You’re lying. I’m sorry.

I’m surprised.

God was not as angry as he had planned.

He lays down his eyelashes, covering his search.

“You do not belong to any god. Who are you?” I’m sorry.

I was just about to do it again, and he saw through me.

God bends his lips with grace, and his eyes are on me.

He had a smile on his eyes, but his words were chilling.

“The God of Death is waiting outside the temple, and if you deceive me again, there are many ways in which humans can taste pain. I’m sorry.

In this game, every man has a god of his or her own on every continent that worships the arts.

And I, as an outsider, would have been hard to believe if I had not experienced it personally.

It’s not just a transnational, it’s also a subterranean.

As for my true faith…

I can’t tell him I’m the successor under the red flag, can I?

I was silent, and I summed up in one sentence, trying to say, “I should be an atheist.” I’m sorry.

Words, the gods have fallen into meditation.

His wing was thin and came in front of me.

The Lord bowed, and he stretched out his hand and touched my neck.

OS: My life is over! He wouldn’t believe me, would he? I hear Dark God loves young girls like me.

I sensed his movement stagnating, passing his laughter.

He whispered in my ear, and he whispered.

“I have never tasted the taste of a young human girl with a fine skin.” I’m sorry.

I opened my eyes in shock.

There’s a saying that goes around the brain.

It’s over!

It’s a dead end. I can’t believe it’s true.

Dark God really wants to eat people!

I’m sorry.

“Shut up. I’m sorry.

I saw him innocently, saying that I did not speak at all.

God ignores me.

His long fingers moved to my neck, which seems to be certain.

He took his hand back and suddenly the rock I held in my hand came to his hand.

The unobserved stone shined and eventually revealed its original face.

It’s a shining ruby, the color of his pupils, and it’s extremely beautiful.

And the Lord looked down, and the sight fell upon it, and he drew his hand.

The ruby is gone!

After all this, he looked up to me like he was lazy.

“Humans, I can grant you a request as a reward for bringing this. I’m sorry.

I’m pretty sure Dark God doesn’t really want to reward me.

He seems to have had to give it to me for some inexplicable reason.

As a player who’s been jumping through the drama in B-Swipe, the knowledge of this stone is limited to the instrument of the master to the divine world.

Now I seem to understand why, in the game, the mistress wants to remain with God, and the God of Light will so easily promise her to be a saint.

“I am…”

I looked into the eyes of the gods and I stopped at once.

It doesn’t seem very nice.

I almost forgot that the dark God, who was a rebel in the game, was incorrigible and in the eyes of all.

If I wish today, I will not see the sun tomorrow.

I was so busy shaking my head, quiet as a chicken.

“Soft human. I’m sorry.

And the gods looked upon me with their eyes and their eyes.

“I don’t eat people. I’m sorry.

Huh?

I blinked.

The gods have lost patience, he has come near me, and his long fingers have been softened in the back of my neck.

We did not remove the earth from its head, looking towards God, but it was close to covering his lips.

It’s so close, it’s good to react fast enough, or it’s almost blasphemy.

Though the gods are handsome, no one will be indifferent to his face.

But there’s danger behind it.

I waved, and at the moment his low voice sounded, with endless temptation.

“Tell me what you want now. I’m sorry.

The voice just dropped, and I found myself suddenly opening up uncontrollably.

I heard my sincere and sincere voice.

“May I kiss you now? I’m sorry.

I am the first to desecrate God.

It’s really not my fault. Who knows God will use truth at this time.

As expected, the gods did not say yes.

The next second I was thrown out of the temple without mercy.

I fell in a five-hut.

I looked up and a black cat was staring at me.

Am I insane?

Why does a cat look at laughing emotions?

I didn’t wait to figure out that the cat turned into a green pupil.

I: ?

It all makes sense to think about the world.

The green pupils bowed gently and saluted me with grace.

“Your Excellency, please come with me. I’m sorry.

I’m still alive. The gods don’t seem very angry.

I’m glad I got my life back and couldn’t help but ask the young man’s name.

“Tanatos.” I’m sorry.

I see a dark, big rise and fall.

If I remember correctly, he is one of the men of Dark Gods, the God of Death.

The best thing of death is to reap the lives of others in a variety of ways.

I fainted.

Physical state of faintness.

Before losing consciousness, I fell into a warm embrace.

The gods are groaning:

“How can there be such a coward?” I’m sorry.

I had a dream.

I dreamt I was home.

Hold my furry big rabbit doll on the bed and play ethyl.

This is my favorite doll, good rua.

I just don’t feel the same today.

Softer than before, like feathers.

I opened my eyes, my dreams coincided with reality, and my soft feathers passed over my back.

It’s a beautiful black wing, and its owner is staring at me silently.

God’s eyelashes are shaking, and his eyes are dark.

I took my hands back in vain.

“Cross down. I’m sorry.

Help!

I thought Dark God was a rabbit doll, rua!

Maybe I could come up with a book called “A hundred ways of killing blasphemy.”

I guess no one knows better than me.

I whisper before God, “Can I have a chance under my crown?” I’m sorry.

God’s cold sweeps me for a second.

I read it all.

And God said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

I’m alive.

Until we see the contract of God, we continue to be frustrated.

I looked at it for a while before I could see two words from this insinuation: “exploitation.”

It’s like a sale.

A: Dark God.

The B side is naturally my humble human being.

As for my mission, it is even less possible.

This is a clear and clear statement.

As a dark saint, help the gods take away the power of the Lord of Light.

From time to time, the expected formula given by A has never been realistic.

It’s a truth, even in a game.

I hesitated, apparently making God think I had something else.

“Why not?” I’m sorry.

And his eyes remained on my lips for a moment, and his eyes passed by a veil.

‘Cause I didn’t answer your request? I’m sorry.

Forget it.

I covered my face and signed my name.

I’m still in the opposition.

If my experience could be written as a small phrase, it might be called ” The Gods of Grievances and His Silly Virgins ” .

I was chosen by the gods, because I did not believe in any god, and even the gods of light could not see my true identity.

Simply put, I’m a good undercover.

I really didn’t think that one day, as an atheist in a sense, I would be useful here.

However, it turns out I have no talent to be an undercover or a saint.

The gods are snuffed at my mental qualities, and they’re mad at me for not learning dark magic.

Death has taught me so many times that he dumped me to God.

At first, the gods were happy, and at the end I was with him.

In order to prevent abandonment, I have the courage to say, “Perhaps I can try again under the crown.” I’m sorry.

The gods whispered:

“This is the third time you have said this. I’m sorry.

It’s really hard for a modern man who’s never had any contact with magic.

I hold my fist tight and swear: “At next time I will.” I’m sorry.

But since he’s a god…

I look forward to God.

“Do you have any magic, under the coronation, that allows people to learn all the magic in a moment? I’m sorry.

His eyes shine and his lips smile:

“Of course I do. Do you want to know? I’m sorry.

I’m a crazy nod.

The Lord bowed, and I was prepared to listen to him, but I heard only one word:

“This doesn’t work for fools. I’m sorry.

God’s eyes are full of smiles.

I: …?

Scolded fools.

That’s good, but keep smiling.

Beyond that, the gods are good to me, not as brutal as they thought.

He almost responded to me with his need, except for the kiss.

Yet the only thing the gods are determined to do is overthrow the camp of light and take away the staff of the god of light, so that all continents are ruled by darkness.

Every time I say that, I feel like he’s got a fucking little flag all over him.

Dark camps, if they don’t play games, know they sound like losers.

When I was a player on the line of the fair, the dark gods, without exception, lost to the light gods.

He will be imprisoned in the cold.

Those living in the extreme cold will tear his flesh down, one by one, until new flesh is born.

Life will never escape.

This nightmare I did more than once.

And this time, it was so clear that I couldn’t stay out of it.

Because after tonight, I’m leaving.

Take the mission back to where it started, to find Light God.

I can’t sleep.

Whether I like it or not, the second day will come.

I say goodbye to my panda eyes, to my cheeks, to my cheeks.

“Looks like my little saint is scared. I’m sorry.

I was angry at his eyes.

This guy, he must have thought I was afraid to go back to being burned.

“Why worry about me? I’m sorry.

I almost forgot, the gods read their minds when they touch themselves.

I blinked and tried to get through it.

That’s a good trick. The gods stop asking questions.

He was staring at me for a long time, and his lips were raised.

He looked down and his voice was a little lazy.

Close your eyes. I’m sorry.

Something’s wrong with God!

I fear he will mock me as if I were a great enemy.

And he turned his eyelids, helplessly, and my eye was covered with a shadow.

His fingertips touched me gently and carefully.

I opened my eyes, and his pretty eyes were smiling.

“Ooh, deeper. I’m sorry.

I knew he wasn’t feeling well.

I took out a mirror and I found out that the black eye was gone.

It’s clean and clean and it’s back to normal.

I’m so happy.

If the gods opened a beauty salon, the business would be over.

God took his hand back, he thought with his arms and threw me a jewel.

“What is this? I’m sorry.

The corner of God’s lips bends the rading of joy: “You may return here with it at any time.” I’m sorry.

Ooh.

It’s a conveyor stone.

Do I look so useless? At least learn some dark magic.

I’m a wicked, evil, dark saint! There’s no way we can escape with a delivery stone!

I held on to the gems and determined that God must not underestimate me.

I’m losing my mind.

I was transferred to the fire shelf.

It was only this time that I was tried against the prince of the kingdom.

I still don’t know how the target in B was going to end up dead. I’m way over the top.

Those old acquaintances again.

I showed an awkward and polite smile.

The people of the Temple of Light obviously didn’t expect me to come back.

I’m gonna have to put it on the pyramid.

My cheap daughter came out to stop them.

I heard them calling her a saint.

I had a pupil earthquake.

Light Saint?

That’s the way it’s going.

Eleven.

“Mother, where have you been?”

Bernadette holds my hand and looks after me.

Honestly, I admire her.

In the face of a stepmother who suspected that he had killed his father on the day of the marriage, he could treat each other so well.

I’ve made up my story.

As long as it’s not in front of Dark God, my acting is still good.

If Bernadette thought something, she finally opened a beautiful smile: “As long as your mother is all right, everything is over.” I’m sorry.

“Your Highness, the angel has asked you to come. I’m sorry.

Bernadette smiled at the temple, and she looked at me with regret: “Mother, I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you anymore. I’m sorry.

Bernadette became the Holy Virgin of Light because she found the angel and saved it in time when the prince poisoned him.

In this age of God, even the nobles are not spared the charge of persecuting God.

The messenger of God?

I’m blinded.

Not in the play.

God only asked me to look for the God of Light, but never said what kind of identity he was in.

I decided to take a look at it.

God makes a beautiful young man who looks like God.

And his short white hair was soaking in the sun, and his golden eyes were pure and clear.

He bathes in the sun, but as the snow of the earth, He is holy and cold.

Just one look, and I’m 100% sure it’s definitely the Light God.

It’s the man’s key.

I was about to look at my head a few more times, but I was caught in the back.

I fell back and fell into a hug.

Seeing a familiar face, I’m happy.

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

The gods play with my hair unwittingly.

He fell off his eyelashes and didn’t seem in a good mood.

“You left for 13 hours, 56 minutes and 3 seconds. I’m sorry.

I don’t understand.

God opened his eyes and he groaned: “So have I done the task I gave you?” I’m sorry.

I’m full of questions.

Precise to the second, afraid I’d touch fish so I came to see if I was lazy.

Is this Dark God darker than Wong Shigen?

“Who is Wong Shi-jin?”

The gods ask again.

I knocked on my head.

I’m a pig’s brain. I forgot he’d read.

Don’t ever say bad things about him again.

I was laughing at him.

“Son Piggy, it is true. I’m sorry.

I was angry, and I pushed him away: “Do not read to me without my consent.” I’m sorry.

I reported to the gods on the results of my work.

And I was very certain, “The angel, I think, must be the God of Light.” I’m sorry.

“Why?” I’m sorry.

I have to tell you my guess.

“First of all, I saw his first eye, and it felt extraordinary. I’m sorry.

I call it the lead halo.

“Secondly, his beauty is beyond secular knowledge. I’m sorry.

I think it’s the character.

To prove that I was right, I dragged the gods to look at the young American.

I smiled and looked at God: “Am I right under the crown? I’m sorry.

“He’s so ugly and scary.” I’m sorry.

I turned my eyes.

God, are you blind?

Maybe God sees beauty differently from me.

“Cross down. I’m sorry.

“Do you think I look good?” I’m sorry.

God took a look at me and spit out four words.

“I can barely see. I’m sorry.

It’s done. The gods are different from the usual.

God finally included me in the focus.

Despite his reluctance, the gods had to admit that God made it possible to be the Lord of Light.

He did feel the light of the light that God had contaminated.

It is only that the God of Light has been seriously wounded by the God of Darkness, and that the human face has changed.

I’m a little upset: “How do we identify ourselves next? I’m sorry.

The gods are impatient: “So much trouble, just kill.” I’m sorry.

Ta-da.

I was busy stopping his terrible idea of killing innocent people.

The true God of Light will not die, but ordinary people will die when they are injured by mistake.

“Do you like him?” I’m sorry.

The gods don’t suspect I’m fighting, do they?

Once again, I offer him my loyalty.

“I swear, I love only you and no one else. I’m sorry.

God received this answer with his own satisfaction, rubbing my hair.

He’s smiling:

“It’s simple to identify him, only the sacred things of the Temple of Light. I’m sorry.

The sacred objects of the Temple of Light, the Holy Virgin of Light, are the most accessible.

That means I need to have a good relationship with Bernadette.

Bernadette hasn’t seen me since that day. I haven’t seen her for a long time.

With the blessing of the Lady, I now stay in the temple.

I changed my direction and started with God.

This young lady is called Ansel.

Ansal looks cold, but he’s nice. He never refuses to be close to me.

But when asked about his journey, he did not remember.

These characteristics, all of which support my guess.

He’s the God of Light.

It’s just that while he was with Ansal, he almost found my vest.

“Mrs. Burton, you give me a very familiar feeling. I’m sorry.

I’m not surprised at all, but I’m full of it.

Didn’t you say the Light God couldn’t see who I really am?

Did I meet God every day so Ansal could discover the dark smell?

“Maybe because Bernadette is my daughter. I’m sorry.

This reason is quite reasonable.

Ansal thought about it, but looked up to me, “No, it’s different. I’m sorry.

His golden eyes were filled with complex but unspoken emotions.

I smiled and said, “Well, maybe we’ve had one. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid he’ll find the answer.

I rushed to draw the question to the hostess.

“How do you feel about Bernadette? I’m sorry.

The problem really distracted him.

He was the most popular target in the game, and I’m sure he’ll fall in love with the hostess again.

“She made me feel strange. I’m sorry.

I’m going to listen to young people’s thoughts, and Ansal’s next sentence surprised me as a edgy.

“She’s not as simple as she looks. I’m sorry.

I haven’t figured out exactly what Ansal meant.

But the only thing that’s certain is that Bernadette took the line of Light and Holy Lady and failed to capture the heart of Light.

It’s hard not to assume I caused the butterfly effect.

Instead of looking for Bernadette, Bernadette approached me.

Mother, I heard you wanted to pray inside the temple? I’m sorry.

I’m surprised that the hostess is so interested in me.

May I?

Bernadette said, “Of course, it’s just…”

And she was in some difficulty, and she hesitated to say, “In exchange, you need to show your loyalty to God with a treasure.”

“This is the temple rule. I’m sorry.

I’m surprised.

There was no such rule in the game, when the hostess, as a civilian, prayed in the temple.

“Is your gem still there? Perhaps it will meet the requirements of the temple. I’m sorry.

And when Bernadette saw me, he hesitated, and advised me with kindness: “It is only a proof, and it will be returned to you after you have prayed.” I’m sorry.

I can find God to bring back the gems, but I remember Ansal’s words, and I left my eyes open.

When she learned that the stones were gone, she showed disappointment.

“Then I’ll do something for you some other time. I’m sorry.

I was dreaming again.

I dream of God and… blood on the ground.

God lies in blood and falls into permanent sleep.

I couldn’t stop him from disappearing.

A meteorite fell.

I heard footsteps behind me.

I look over, it’s Bernadette.

Her fingertips lift up my jaw:

“My poor mother…”

Her beautiful face shows a sarcasm that doesn’t match normal.

“It is thanks to you that the Dark God can be solved. I’m sorry.

I heard my question, “Why?” I’m sorry.

Bernadette’s lips are scoffing at my innocence.

“Because I am the hero, you have chosen to be an enemy to the light as an in vicarious man, and have tried to change his life, and are destined to make his end even worse.” I’m sorry.

I woke up in a nightmare.

It’s too real, like I’ve been there.

Bernadette’s aberrations upset me, and I’m afraid God will come to this end.

I can’t sleep over and over when I think about his endings.

I took out the delivery stone God gave me and decided to go to him.

I came to the palace of God and hesitated to enter.

Tonight it was quiet, and all the depraved angels who stood outside were gone.

I’ve got the drums in my heart and finally I’m in.

I fell into a hole.

Really?

What kind of tofu is this palace?

This hole isn’t me?

I took a picture of the dust on my body, and I found that there was no hole in it.

It’s an altar.

And those who lay on them dying were the gods who were always above them.

And his face was whiter than ever before, in the eyes of those who used to laugh, and the pain that was revealed was something I had never seen.

Tonight’s the full moon, and I stopped.

The Reaper told me that he was to be punished in the full moon by the Light God.

Every mention of God is a light, careless face.

So…

I thought he was okay.

I can’t tell you what he looks like today when he says, “Don’t fight the gods of light.”

Reason tells me I shouldn’t have come forward.

I’m not sure if I’m in the mood.

I risked my life.

But I went.

“Night. I’m sorry.

The gods whispered my name, and his face was fragile and beautiful.

I held him in silence, without any sacrilege, and I just wanted him not to face it alone.

And the wings of the Gods were gathered together, and covered me with tenderness.

I reached out and pointed his finger at his wing.

He opened his eyes and kissed my lips.

My brain is blank.

The fear and fear of being accompanied by this kiss faded.

I closed my eyes and responded to him.

I think, what if it’s a fate change?

Now that the gods saved me, why can’t I give up all my concerns and choose to fight the drama once?

I woke up in God’s arms.

I bowed to confirm, relieved.

Clothes complete, nothing happened.

But remembering what happened last night, I wish I could get a sew in.

God kissed me unconsciously, and I followed him!

I breathed deeply to calm myself and was leaving with my hands and feet before God woke up.

Whosoever knows that he has not fled is confined in his arms, then his ears are surrounded by a burning breath.

My body is stiff and the voice of God is low and thick.

“Do you know what punishment will befall you if you desecrate God, little sister?” I’m sorry.

My heart beats and says, “I didn’t do it.”

I’m losing my voice, and I’m losing my voice.

“Can this also be called blasphemy?” I’m sorry.

The gods are a little bit obstinate:

“Not really. I’m sorry.

His long fingers touched my lips, and his eyes became darkened.

“So I am responsible to you by your human rules. I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

Responsible? How?

“Marry me, late.”

“Be my queen.” I’m sorry.

My pupils dazzled,

“No way. I’m sorry.

“Why?” I’m sorry.

Do I like gods?

In the morning and evening, I couldn’t have been indifferent.

But…

I am not destined for this time.

I’ve opened my mouth and I haven’t said it yet.

I couldn’t bear to see him fall.

“It is true that under the crown, my current identity is not appropriate, and perhaps someone will disagree. I’m sorry.

After all, how can the people of the land over which the Dark God has ruled allow me to desecrate their gods?

It’s a reasonable excuse not to make God too sad.

The gods obviously misunderstood something.

“The dead will return to the land of darkness, and I will bring Tanatos. I’m sorry.

Let the God of Death come… ?

Seeing that the gods had a real intention of calling back the souls of the dead husband, they scared me to shake my head.

“No way…”

That’s okay?

If I remember correctly, the mother’s father was poisoned by the original, but was finally released without evidence.

When he sees me, he can’t fight me.

For a long time, I decided to confess to God.

“You murdered him?” I’m sorry.

A scroll appeared in the hand of God, and he opened it, and there appeared old and strange words.

“He did die of murder, but the killer…

“Not you. I’m sorry.

Not me…

But after that night…

The poison that was on the table was really gone.

Those who have access to that pot of wine, except for the original, then only…

I have a familiar name in my head — Bernadette.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

It’s a game I’ve played. No one knows more about the character of the hostess than I do. How can our kind and lovely hostess collapse?

However, both Ansal’s words and the hostess’ aberrations, the evidence points to one point.

The hostess really collapsed.

I don’t know why she’s become like this, but she’s not just trying to help me.

What do I need from her?

Think about it, the jewel that brought me to the gods.

For that jewel, the gods don’t mean to tell me what it’s for.

“This is what he left behind in the world when he went down, and this gem will give God more power. Yet, the one who carries it, God will satisfy one of the other. I’m sorry.

Only in the game and in this world, I’ve never heard of a goblin.

So who’s that guy in God’s mouth?

I couldn’t help but ask: “He’s…” I’m sorry.

It seems very reluctant to mention this man.

“Father God, who is also the founding God of the legend.” I’m sorry.

Besides, the gods won’t tell.

Seeing how much I care about this jewel, he looks at me, and he talks a little bit.

“You need it?”

Since it is a treasure of God’s strength left behind, it can be used in exchange for desire, and it must be of great importance to God.

Although I am now trying to figure out the true purpose of the mistress, I do not have to have this gem.

If I refuse, the gods bring out the gem.

He’s a little picky:

“If you promise to be my queen, I will give it to you. I’m sorry.

He leaned down and his lazy, low voice appeared in my ear, scratching.

“Is this a fair deal? My little saint. I’m sorry.

I looked up.

And his fine eyebrows were crooked, and his beautiful eyes were full of laughter.

I’m breathing, and I’m keeping my heart down.

I pushed him away, whispering:

“I suddenly felt that I didn’t really need it…”

The eyes of God have been cut, and he has fallen down his eyelashes.

“I’ll wait until the day you promise. I’m sorry.

The temperature that he passed through his fingertips made me faint.

And I raised my eyes again, and the shadow of God was gone, and he sent me back to the temple of light.

And my fingers squirm at the surface of this gem, and it pours into the light of the sun.

The colour of this gem is very similar to the eyes of God.

I wrinkled my head and came to God with it, and Bernadette saw the Lord of Light.

Two very different results. What led to this deviation?

So far, have I…

Can you trust the game again?

I don’t know what to do with this.

For now, we have to follow her plan.

When I disclosed the whereabouts of the stones to Bernadette, she, who had previously hesitated, immediately indicated that she would take me inside the temple in three days.

The condition is that the stones must be carried.

This attitude is more interesting.

I went to Ansal and gave him the stones, and at my request he forged for me an identical jewel.

There’s nothing to see on the surface, but there’s no power in it.

Ansel gave them back to me, but it was full of doubt.

“This jewel…

“It’s dangerous. I’m sorry.

Dangerous…?

I squeezed the stones and got a different answer from God at Ansal.

He knows no history of this gem, but he senses danger.

I look to Ansal: “Will you also enter the house of God?”

I don’t know.

As for the temple prayers three days later, the gods are very unhappy that I contacted Ansal.

He insisted on going with me.

And not to say that within the temple of light the power of God himself will be weakened, and what is the likeness of a Dark God who prays to the gods of light?

My first reaction was to refuse.

“Did you reject me because of Ansal?” I’m sorry.

In his view, I went to Ansal three times, faster than I called him.

It’s just… how can I call a god like a caller?

Besides, the frequency with which the gods appear leaves me with no chance of calling.

The gods are also eating some weird jealous.

I’m sincere in my face: “No, of course not. I’m here to crown the task you have given me. I’m sorry.

He turned his eyes, and said, “What does this have to do with me entering the temple?” I’m sorry.

“Do you think it’s inappropriate to enter the temple of light as a god of darkness? I’m sorry.

“You are also the Dark Virgin. I’m sorry.

God has blocked my mouth with one word, and I can’t refute it.

I’m just thinking about what Ansal said was dangerous, and I’m still worried.

I’m a human being, and what Bernadette wants from me is more than wealth.

But she already owns it, and there is a possibility that, in addition to the gems, there is a god behind me.

“Does not want me to enter the temple, do I understand that this is the prayer of the little saint to me?” I’m sorry.

I looked at him with my eyes open and I was afraid that he would let me be his queen again.

God touched my hair, and he came near me, and his voice was dumb: “So if you want your God to say yes, you need a kiss at the cost. I’m sorry.

A kiss, and I’m not really in conflict with God.

But it’s too casual?

My face was slightly hot, my toes raised and my eyebrow kissed.

Next second, my waist is held.

My lips were blocked by him, and We lifted up my eyes and fell into his eyes, laughing.

“It’s not the right place. I’ll charge interest. I’m sorry.

I: …!

You think you’ve been set up?

On the day when the temple prayed, I entered it with the woman.

Bernadette had the jewels and kept a gentle and pure smile on her lips.

While I guard against Bernadette, I have not forgotten the task entrusted to me by the gods — to find the holy things.

I followed Bernadette in my prayers and I opened my eyes while her eyes were closed.

I see before me a statue of the divine light, which is filled with divine light, driven by the power of God, the source of which is the sacred object of the temple of light, the pearl of light.

No one dares steal a sacred thing, but me.

According to the descriptions of those who had entered the temple, the sacred objects were placed behind the statue.

For the first time, I used dark magic to block Bernadette’s audio and video.

Thanks to God’s supervision of me these days, I will not be so proficient in the use of magic.

Although…

The way of supervision, it’s a little special.

I don’t know.

The statue was presented with the pearl of light, and my finger touched it, and it was not until I had brought out something to replace it, and the pearl was turned into powder, and the wind was scattered.

“Mother, are you looking for this? I’m sorry.

The sweet voice of Bernadette was ringing behind me.

Her hand was the golden pearl.

“It’s true…”

Bernadette always knew what I was going to do.

She played with the pearls, and she dyed her lips with radiant radians.

“Take away my jewels, and I consume a piece of chess to gain my former identity. I’m sorry.

I took that from her.

Bernadette always knew she’d be a saint?

So it’s no accident to attack the death of the prince.

Well…

“You killed Burton, too. I’m sorry.

Bernadette collected the gems and admitted to his father.

“It’s me, exactly, the other me. He’s so restless…”

Bernadette had an eye:

“If you weren’t stupid enough to be under my control, you would have been killed with your stepmothers. I’m sorry.

“But that’s the way you are, ruining my plan.” I’m sorry.

Plan?

If Bernadette knew the gem was fake, there was no reason to lure me into this place.

She said something else.

She seems to know me very well. She knows every step of my life.

In the game, being a player also predicts the story, because it can be re-opened on a continuous basis.

The dream scene was in my head.

That Bernadette is very similar to her today.

Maybe…

Is she capable of that?

All my doubts have been dispelled by her.

She called me, ruined her plan,

And this time she knew all the first things.

However, in accordance with her prudent character, she is wasting time in answering my questions, which cannot be merely a reminder.

I looked behind her without moving, and there were some strange bouquets on the edge of the temple.

“What do you want to do with the stones? I’m sorry.

I’m sure Bernadette’s stalling.

She looked at me with compassion as if she was feeling sorry for my ignorance.

“The Stone of Genesis is in your hands and in the hands of Dark God, and it’s okay to use it for what it is.”

And she retreated a few steps, rounded up her hands and covered her hands with stones.

“I will kill you and take his place. I’m sorry.

The voice just fell and the earth began to shake.

Bernadette closes her eyes and says, “There’s a huge law line on the ground that comes out, and it’s bound to the edges, and it’s giving off a strange light.

I watched her quietly, but I did not stop her.

Is there a possibility…

“If the one you’re talking about can ruin your plan, why can’t I now? I’m sorry.

The role of FLNKS was not fulfilled, and Bernadette’s smile was stuck in her face, and she couldn’t believe the pearls and stones in her hands until they were crushed.

I looked outside, and the silver-haired teenager walked in.

Bernadette saw Ansel and understood it all.

Whosoever enters and leaves the House of Light, except the Holy Virgin, is commanded by God.

“You replaced the pearl of light. I’m sorry.

Bernadette turned to me and bit her teeth: “You have no memory, how can you read my plan again?” I’m sorry.

I blinked: “You’re reborn, not a new brain.” I’m sorry.

I smiled and looked at Ansal: “Please, Lord Light has taken your saint.” I’m sorry.

The Pearl of Light confirmed the identity of Ansal and awakened his memory as God.

I had accomplished my mission long ago, but I was never aware of Bernadette ‘ s real intentions, and I did not want the gods to be involved and put in danger, so I chose to hide it.

Now, Bernadette’s forbidden, it’s deity.

The Lord of Light told me that the stone of creation could reverse time and time, and that in Bernadette she had killed God.

But I reversed it with the power of stones and destroyed her plans.

This time, only Bernadette kept memories.

So she came at me and the gods in the first place, and it’s okay that I did it.

It is a pity that God could not have known all of this, but would have liked to see what kind of look he had learned of being saved by a saint whom he often called fools.

Everything is settled, I leave the temple.

Yet at the entrance to the temple, I saw a familiar figure.

Looks like God?

I rubbed my eyes and confirmed it again.

“My little saint, what are you doing?” I’m sorry.

God appeared in front of me, gently pricked my head.

He’s got his lips crossed:

“It’s done? I’m sorry.

I nodded my head and realized I came and asked:

“You knew about this? I’m sorry.

And he held his arms and he sighed: “What else?” You think I’m putting you in danger?

“But it seems that my protections are useless. I’m sorry.

He waved, and there was some thin light on me, and it was dispersing.

I’ve been protecting myself, even though I don’t know what I’m facing.

Once Bernadette’s plan succeeds, the FLNKS will be powerful enough to devastate.

So…

In the last life, Bernadette used his love for me.

Good thing nothing happened in this world.

I look up to God:

“Cross down, will you go to my time in the future? I’m sorry.

In my dealings with the Lord of Light, it became clear to me that the pain of God was not so much from the God of Light as from the God of Genesis.

The light God was given the power of light as the favoured one.

But the darkness opposite the light fell upon God.

And when the full moon is full, the power of the light shall pervades him, and he shall suffer an endless full moon.

That’s why God hates light so much.

And in exchange for the true purpose of piercing the light, the light God gave me a solution.

The creation stone not only has the capacity to reverse time and space, but it can also bring me back to reality.

As long as I return to the world where I am, the gods will not be troubled.

But that means that he will give up the power that his world has.

Just for a saint.

Does he really want to?

“I don’t want to. I’m sorry.

Although the answer is unexpected, it is somewhat bleak.

I barely smiled, and I didn’t wait for me to open my mouth, and he held me in his arms.

His eyes turned softly and kissed me softly.

“I’d like to go now if I can. I’m sorry.

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Heavenly Miracles.

I just want to work as a girl.

Moonrise, etc.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.