The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Night fell silently in Hiyori City.

The stained glass in the main hall of the church glowed dimly in the moonlight.

The gorgeous golden and white patterns in the daytime are now only blue-gray outlines of varying shades.

The footsteps of the monks on night watch echoed regularly in the corridors. Occasionally, someone would stop and pray softly to a holy icon, and the sound formed a slight echo in the empty hall.

The moonlight in the back garden is the brightest, and the carefully cultivated bright flowers will close their petals at night.

The pure white marble fountain in the center of the flowers is still running. The sound of flowing water is particularly clear in the silence. The water droplets splash on the surface of the pool, creating circles of silver ripples.

The entire church building is both solemn and mysterious in the night. Every breath it takes carries a heavy sense of holiness, but there is an inexplicable incongruity hidden in the shadows.

Just like those sacred flames that always point straight up, they emit warm light but cast shadows that are distorted and out of shape.

Bishop Isaniel stood with his hands behind his back, observing the bright moon through the window.

"She inserted the golden needle into her body...right."

There was a hint of shame in this sentence.

Ryan, who was kneeling on the steps, had his back straight, and his silver wristband made a slight sound when it touched the ground.

"Yes, your Excellency. I saw it with my own eyes."

Ryan did not participate in the restoration work with the Church of Abundance, but rushed back immediately after ensuring safety.

He told Isaniel everything about the attack of the Crazy Fire and the moment when Her Highness the Saint inserted the golden needle.

Including the appearance of filth and the process of Her Highness the Saint saving his life.

"I see... the final filth is with Chihuo."

Bishop Isaniel tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.

This result did not surprise him, as filth and foolish fire were born from the same origin.

He originally guessed that the Church of Judgment would intervene in this matter.

Those fanatical judges are always attracted to any heretical power. They must have suffered a lot when trying to control the filth, so they were forced to give up this hot potato.

How sad...

The once dazzling statue of the Goddess of Light now only emits a faint glow of fireflies in the night.

The prayers of the believers became more and more perfunctory, and the silver coins in the offering box became increasingly scarce.

During the sermon yesterday, he even saw a few children playing dice games behind the icon.

People should have faith and hope in their hearts.

If you believe it, there will be nothing.

What is faith? It is a lamp in the darkness, a straw in despair, and the power that enables countless people to move forward in the face of suffering.

It doesn't need to be real, it just needs to be believed.

So, he needs someone to be this pillar.

A young girl.

A girl who was pushed to the altar by the torrent of fate.

He knew it was cruel.

She could have had an ordinary life and didn't have to bear such a burden.

But the talent that the body displays, that is destiny.

In this land soaked in despair, people need hope, they need a "god" to whom they can kneel, pray, and place all their faith.

Thoughts cannot be changed overnight.

Human fear, confusion, and weakness will not disappear because of a few words of truth.

What they need is a symbol, a sun that they can look up to in the darkness.

The sun not only illuminates people, but also burns itself.

Isaniel kept repenting in his heart, but he couldn't stop.

If he couldn't change the rules of this world, then at least he could be her shield, her sword, and her believer.

He will do everything he can to support her, even if this belief itself is a gentle lie.

Ultimately, his approach is no different from those who judge the church.

"You go back first."

Isaniel let out a long sigh.

"Yes."

Ryan finally disappeared into the shadows at the end of the corridor.

Isaniel withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to rub his swollen temples.

It was already very late at night, and the candlelight swayed in the breeze, stretching his shadow very long.

"Well...it's time to take a break."

He turned around and prepared to leave, but suddenly stopped in the next second.

A strange noise came from the direction Ryan left.

The sound was very light, like the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground, or like the muffled groan of something being forcibly suppressed.

"who?!"

Isaniel's nerves tensed instantly, and his fingers instinctively pinched the badge on his chest.

A silver-white halo lit up around him, spreading out like ripples, enveloping the entire space in a realm of vigilance.

"it's me."

What arrived before the sound was the pair of bright eyes.

At the end of the dim corridor, a pair of pupils glowing with golden light were staring at him quietly.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a certain divinity that could not be ignored, as if it could penetrate the soul.

"That noise just now was caused by me putting the armor to sleep for a while."

Isaniel's breathing hitched slightly.

Ryan is a person protected by an angel. The fact that he can fall into a deep sleep means that the existence in front of him possesses a higher level of power.

His throat was a little tight, and his voice unconsciously carried a hint of complicated emotions.

"You... succeeded...?"

Isaniel continued.

"You don't have to rush like that."

The night wind blew through the corridor, breaking the solidified moonlight into flowing silver sand.

"You can take a long vacation for yourself and relax. You know what it means to accept this power."

"That's not necessary. I know what it means."

When she was completely out of the shadows, the moonlight suddenly became sharp.

What was burning on the girl's clothes was no longer flames, but dancing flames.

“Instead of being born in a soft glow…why not let the sunlight hit you harder.”

These words resounded in the corridor like the bell of judgment.

"I see......"

Ethany slowly bent his knees and placed his right hand on his chest.

It was as if the girl in front of him was really a god, and he was a devout believer.

"I entrust the last rays of light to you."

"Ah."

The girl's response was almost cruelly brief.

Theresa stared at the kneeling figure and suddenly realized that she no longer needed to pretend.

All those empty tones that were prepared to be imitated, all those sacred gestures that were deliberately adjusted, now all seemed redundant.

How long the train traveled, how much pain and torture she suffered.

She was numb and couldn't even feel any pain.

Theresa followed Isaniel step by step into the final secret room.

There is the light that the Church of Light has collected throughout its life.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly.

When she thought about what she was going to do next.

She just wanted to laugh.

The sun can bring light, but it can also burn due to its powerful rays.