The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

Xingmo didn't ask any further questions and just drank with her.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled, and sparks flew out from time to time, briefly emitting a halo of light on the iron railings of the fireplace.

Time passes as sparks fly.

After an unknown amount of time, Aurora suddenly whispered:

"Do you think that Alice-senpai is better than us..."

"Why do you suddenly have this idea?" Xing Mo was surprised.

Jealous again? Why? It's been a week since I left the Citadel.

Xingmo thought about it carefully and concluded that this was probably related to the meticulous care of Senior Alice.

She smiled and said:

"Alice-senpai is of course very kind. Look, she packed my luggage and arranged accommodation for me. She did almost everything she could."

Hearing this, Aurora scratched the sofa unwillingly, but finally relaxed.

Even though the alcohol content of the mulled wine was low, her eyes were still a little blurry.

"Humph..."

She, who used to be so relaxed, now looked a little disheveled, like a kitten that fell into the water and was left on the shore with no one to care about it, not even able to take care of itself getting wet.

Xingmo knew that the kitten was waiting for someone to help her brush her fur.

She reached out and gently squeezed Aurora's shoulder:

"Are you jealous this time, or are you suddenly feeling guilty?"

"You've always been the one protecting me and taking care of me..." Aurora muttered softly, "You...you haven't..."

She held it in for a long time, then turned her head and faced the opposite direction of Xingmo:

"...never asked for anything from me."

"Didn't you give me your power?" Xingmo soothed, placing her hand on Aurora's head.

Aurora stubbornly shook off Xingmo's hand and said:

"...Power...Power is not a request at all...You ask for power from the wand, but that doesn't mean the wand is that important to you..."

"...After all, if you lose your wand, you can always get another one. After all, it's an inanimate object..."

"You are 'life'." Xingmo said calmly.

"But life is a disaster," Aurora turned her head, her eyes trembling. "...If...if, I'm not a god, if I don't have power...would you...would you..."

Anxiety, hesitation, tension, and complex emotions intertwined in Aurora's eyes, accompanied by the dry fire burning in the fireplace.

Xingmo understood Aurora's emotions at this moment: she was afraid of being abandoned.

Even though Xingmo hugged her tightly in the October rain, she could not get rid of the confusion.

She was a child all along—a child who stole a doll that didn't belong to her.

Although she would play with it proudly and show it off on weekdays, she would also worry about the stolen doll while holding it during those wandering nights.

I was worried that the doll would leave on its own, or that its original owner would take it away from me.

After all, if it doesn’t belong, it doesn’t belong to you. People are not mindless creatures, and it is impossible to truly possess them by simply taking them.

"..."

Xingmo looked at the pitiful kitten, and the bright red in Aurora's eyes was reflected in her emerald eyes.

She didn't answer immediately, but picked up the cup and drank the mulled wine in it.

Then, Xing Mo stood up and clapped his hands and said:

"Okay, starting tomorrow, you'll be the one cooking."

"Answer...answer my question," Aurora seemed a little angry. "I'm asking you..."

"This is what I want," Xingmo turned around, her face filled with tenderness. "I hope you can make me lunch. Um... not a whole meal, just one dish a day, okay?"

"......"

After realizing that Xingmo was serious, Aurora seemed stunned for a moment.

Obviously, she never thought that "giving" was such a simple thing.

When she thought of this concept, she imagined Alice Pushet's lavish spending: with just a nod, Xingmo and Aurora could move into the mansion; with just a nod, there would be a fireplace belonging to Xingmo in a corner on the other side of the continent.

She thought that giving meant pomp, a combination of money and ability, and more importantly, meticulous attention.

But Xingmo’s requirement is just to cook one dish every day.

But isn't that the case? Does giving really mean making vows of love and becoming rich?

I'm afraid everything is simpler than I imagined.

Seeing Aurora stunned, Xingmo added:

"Also, say good night before going to bed every night."

"Is this okay?"

For some reason, from the moment Aurora drank the mulled wine, Xingmo saw through her, as if seeing through a flawless and crystal ruby.

Gods also have such a fragile side.

No wonder she's been a little emotional since she got on the train...

On the surface, he's so domineering and possessive, but it seems he's afraid I'll run away...

Does she like me that much?

So, do I like her?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Xing Mo felt as if something in his heart was quickly lifted up, and then suddenly fell to the bottom.

Belatedly, she touched it and realized that the mulled wine and the fireplace had already cast a slight blush on her cheeks.

Do I... like her?

As if he had been startled, or as if a drowning person had broken through the water, Xingmo's vision suddenly became very clear.

When she came to her senses, she found that Aurora had fallen asleep - her petite body was lying on the sofa, her little face was rosy, and under the firelight of the fireplace, it seemed as if it was coated with the afterglow of the sunset.

Under normal circumstances, Xing Mo would probably carry her to the bed without hesitation, but now she couldn't do it.

Such an ordinary action now seems to be filled with infinite meaning.

Yes, whether it is caring, giving, or asking, doesn’t it all come from some kind of emotion?

This kind of feeling is like fog, which seems to disperse as soon as you reach out to grab it, and you can't grasp its essence.

But it is there, floating across the fields of my heart from time to time, accompanied by the scent of morning dew.

But...when did it really start?

Suddenly, Xingmo felt so clumsy, so clumsy that she had become accustomed to such a special feeling.

So stupid... So stupid...

So now, what to do?

"..."

Xingmo stood quietly in the middle of the hall, without moving for a long time.

......

Anyway, Aurora was finally carried to the bed.

Xingmo sat alone by the fireplace, head down and silent.

After a long time, she took the letter paper from the side, took out the pen she carried with her, and began to write.

Now that I'm in Dongtian County, I should let my senior know that I've settled down.

By the way, the letter I sent to my senior a few days ago should have arrived by now, right? Ravens are so fast...

Thinking of this, Xingmo calmed down his thoughts and began to write in the firelight of the fireplace:

"Dear Alice-senpai..."

......

"Holy Tree Church" - Academic City Academi

"...your most loyal schoolmate, Jadeti."

Under the dome of the church, Alice finished reading the letter sent by Xingmo, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Xiaomo said that she was having a smooth life, which was great...

"How is the Saint?" Alia asked cautiously.

She was still a little afraid of this Lady Alice Puxte. After all, she was the "Bell Keeper" and sounded like a dog of the White Tower Council.

But Lady Alice was very kind. She provided a lot of aid to the church and found jobs for many children in her mansion and the Pushet family's business.

Alia is a smart child and knows that you can't have stereotypes when judging people.

As expected, Alice turned around gently and touched Alya's head:

"Miss Saint is doing well, and the train journey went smoothly."

"Really?" Aaliyah was very happy.

"Yeah, I also beat a dragon to pieces, fought cultists, and saved the train."

Alice was talking when she suddenly froze.

How is this going smoothly?

This has completely turned from Snowpiercer into Thriller Train!

How could I be targeted by a cult? This isn't normal at all!

Alice found that she trusted Xiaomo's tone too much. She seemed to be making light of it, but she only realized the problem after thinking about it carefully.

Even if they "accidentally" killed a dragon, how many organizations in this world could obtain the dragon's skeleton and transform it into a puppet?

"Aliya, can you let the birds search for some information for me?" Alice asked.

"Of course, no problem." The little gray-haired girl's expression suddenly became serious. "About the dragon?"

"Regarding the guy in the red robe who calls himself the 'Puppeteer,'" Alice said, "his main characteristic is that he controls a black 'string,' called the 'Dark String.'"

After hearing this, Alia nodded:

"piece of cake."

After saying that, she turned around and distributed tasks to the birds.

Alice looked towards the front of the church. In the place where the "Star Sea Spring" used to be, a giant tree carved from glass crystal stood.

The crystal leaves reflected the colorful light from above the dome, making the tree look extremely sacred.

That was the Holy Tree, the church's new relic, used to provide Aurora with the power of faith.

Ever since most people in the North City area came to believe that the "Tree of Life" was actually the reincarnation of the "Archangel Saint Auros," countless people prayed under the tree every day.

In terms of the number of people, it is even greater than the previous "St. Auros Cathedral".

Today, the "Holy Tree Cult" is no longer an unknown secret organization. They can be regarded as a very strong intelligence organization in the entire academic city, and this is even more so after reaching a cooperation with "Black Wood".

Alice didn't care about these things. The reason she stayed in the "Holy Tree Church" was Xingmo.

Xiaomo has always been a kind child, so she chose the path of kindness.

As her supporter, Alice is willing to continue this.

"..."

At this moment, the door of the church was pushed open, and Vivian, dressed in a college uniform, walked in and sat down next to Alice.

"What about the date tonight..." Xiaolongnu puffed out her cheeks.

Alice couldn't help laughing and reached out to pinch Vivian's cheek:

"Let's go then."