Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 629 Already Lost
Daisy asked Milo if she wanted to sit in the clock tower attic a little longer, saying, "Perhaps we'll never see such gentle moonlight again."

But Milo still left the church.

It was still late at night, and when he heard the strange noise on the Church Bridge, he looked up and saw a thin figure wearing a white bishop's robe sitting on the edge of the bridge frame with the moonlight behind him.

That is the current Archbishop of the Golden Rule Church, and also another saint besides Daisy's Eye Saintess—the Blood Saintess.

The thin, frail figure sat on the bridge frame, dangling his bare feet.

Compared to the massive and majestic structure of the church bridge, her figure appeared extremely small.

The wind howled high in the sky, whipping her long hair and loose white robe, giving the impression that it might sweep the young bishop away at any moment.

"Children shouldn't climb that high."

Milo looked up at the "girl".

This guy was actually the one who had kept the sound of a baby crying in Milo's mind for a long time.

Some of the information about Megah originally came from her.

Milo had joked before about the church being filled with underage girls, but Daisy said that the Blood Saintess was no little girl. Her true age might date back to the time before the establishment of the Contract Organization, because the worship of blood has been passed down since ancient times, and the Blood Saintess was the first person to fuse with the ancient blood source of the Unseen Lands...

Whether she injected purified blood after refining or digested the filthy, pale blood along with it, no one knows. The only inference that she has survived for so long must be due to the blood of ancient gods.

"In search of the blood of the ancient gods..."

Let us pray…

Let us pray…

……

"The Holy Communion can be received by those who pray sincerely."

Let us participate in the Holy Communion and partake of the blood of the Old Gods…

...

"This NPC dialogue is taking a little too long," Milo said impatiently, interrupting the young bishop's prayer.

I had actually heard the same prayer once before, back in church when we first met.
The young bishop questioned, or rather, interrogated, Milo:

"I'm praying for you. Do you know what you've done, Shadow from another world?"

Milo shook his head slightly, then continued walking along the bridge towards Nanwei City. He seemed uninterested in continuing the conversation with the girl, only muttering, "I've heard similar things many times. Many people who say such things haven't lived as long as me."

As he spoke, Milo had already walked to the other side of the bridge.

The young bishop also climbed to this side of the edge, and she shouted at Milo:
"You think you're the one with the clearest and most unwavering will? Arrogant fool, even in an era destined for destruction, you're far from clear-headed. You're just like those ancient beings who were bewitched by the celestial songs of the Blood Moon—equally incompetent, tyrannical, and helpless..."

“All people, all living beings, including gods, are self-righteous. You are not a savior, Valrokan. You are not even a destroyer of the world.”

The young bishop became more and more excited as she spoke.

The sound grew increasingly shrill, accompanied by a dry cough.

However, Milo had already turned his back on her, without even glancing back at her.

Milo's indifferent reaction only made the young bishop more hysterical, and her words changed from questioning to scolding and cursing.

"Damn Shadow, why didn't you die in the plague? The Church shouldn't have given you a second life!" "You should rot in the ground with those mediocre souls and become food for ghouls!"

"Stop, you sinner!"

"You've caused this entire world to be abandoned by the gods, don't you know that?! Don't you feel even a trace of remorse?"

"!"

To outsiders (if there are any), this scene on the high bridge might have a strong religious feel: the bright moon, the high bridge, the bishop who has lived for countless years, and the shadow she is questioning and cursing that should have died long ago.

The bishop was positioned at the top of the bridge, perhaps the closest to the moon at that moment, but the bridge also restricted her movements; at the edge, she could not take another half step forward.

In the shadows of the bridge, the shadow was able to stroll forward, though he was also unsure whether he was heading in the right direction. But as long as he knew he could still walk, that was enough.

Of course, Milo himself didn't have any fancy or mysterious explanations. He just felt unlucky to have encountered a shrewish woman yelling at him on the street, and he didn't feel anything other than that.

...

No matter what the young bishop was shouting, Milo never stopped walking.

Until one day he heard this sentence—

"Do you even remember your real name?! Milo Valrocan isn't your real name, is it?!"

"Have you forgotten?! You pathetic shadow, you still firmly believe that you are the most lucid soul."

"You still don't understand?"

"What of shadows? What of the past?"

"You are nothing but a pawn manipulated by the gods. Your fate, your soul, everything has long been predetermined by the covenant made by the gods. You cannot resist it, nor can you alter it."

"The most pathetic people are those who have even forgotten their real names."

...

If the young bishop's earlier shouts were insults to Milo, then this question—"Do you remember your real name?"—was enough to make Milo turn back around.

Even someone like Milo couldn't help but be moved at this moment. His expression changed subtly, a mixture of confusion, bewilderment, astonishment, and surprise.

I've actually seen a similar expression on the face of someone from my past who liked to wear a green bow tie.

...

He stood blankly in the shadow of the bridge, looking up at the unfamiliar girl in the sky.

At this moment, his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Meanwhile, Milo's brain was working at an extremely fast pace as he tried to recall every detail of his time in that incredibly distant world, attempting to find his name within it.

But Milo discovered that he could no longer remember the faces of many people, and he was even less able to imagine the scene of relatives or friends calling his name...

How many years has it been?

Have they already completely forgotten?
At that moment, a strange and terrifying feeling of suffocation instantly enveloped Milo.

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(End of this chapter)