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

　"You...are not worthy to mention her name!"

　Prince Austin is the murderer, and Isabella, who allowed the Golden People to take root in the Citadel, is one of the instigators.

　"I'm going to kill you!" Lucius roared. "I'll rip open your chest and feed your heart to the dogs!"

　Isabella's eyes narrowed. Just as she was about to stab Lucius with her dagger, a violent black steam suddenly gushed out.

　"boom----"

　The black steam tore apart all the surrounding starlight mirrors, and Isabella was forced to hide her figure and shuttle through other mirrors.

　"This is the will of the goddess!" Isabella shouted. "You cannot disobey the will of God!"

　"Fuck you, goddess!"

　Lucius slapped his chest suddenly, and the heart of the gear began to spin rapidly, and the friction between the gears produced sparks of spiritual power.

　Crazy steam continued to gush out, just as the crazy transcendent was tearing Lucius's sanity apart!

　He intended to burn his life completely and at least drag Isabella into hell!

　As long as Isabella can be dragged into hell, there will be opportunities for those children...

　The purpose of the old dog's existence is to burn, that's nothing.

　If Miriam were still alive... If Miriam could still see...

　...She won’t blame me, right?

　Lucius closed his eyes and let the storm within him rise up, transforming into a vortex of steam within the White Tower.

　His mind was gradually pulled away, collapsed, and shattered, gradually turning into nothingness within nothingness...

　""

　""

　""

　I don’t know how much time passed.

　It's raining.

　Lucius knelt on the lawn, the rain pouring down from above his head, flowing through the white hair at his temples.

　His face was covered with traces of rain, cold and hot at the same time.

　Rain fog gradually filled the surroundings. The fog was blue and smelled of undiluted whale oil, as if the souls of the dead whales were calling his soul.

　During the steam revolution, the lives of countless narwhals turned into the engine oil that rolled between gears.

　In the Steam Man incident, countless human lives were transformed into energy in the Black Heart.

　Lucius knew what the fog that filled the surroundings was - it was the ghosts he had dragged into hell and now came to find him.

　But he was not afraid at all, he just lowered his head quietly, looking at what was reflected in his sight on the wall——

　——A short tomb.

　Lucius could only see the bottom of the monument wet by the rain. He didn't have the courage to raise his eyes. He didn't want to see the name.

　In this endless rain and fog, the tomb is his only purpose of walking. His most beloved girl is buried there, as is his past as a kind man.

　He walked for a long, long time, burdened with sin.

　Now we have finally reached the end.

　Looking back on his life, Lucius did not think that there was any essential difference between him and an executioner like Isabella.

　But at least, what he did when he died was the same as that girl's—

　——Protect the academic city, the city that carries the dreams of all children.

　""

　At this time, there was a rustling sound on the lawn.

　A pair of white little feet appeared in Lucius's sight, blocking the front of the tomb.

　With a "plop", an umbrella opened, blocking the icy rain falling from the sky.

　"Are you cold?" the girl asked in a low voice.

　Lucius shook his head without looking at the girl's face.

　"I deserve it."

　"What is sin?" asked the girl.

　"We take the happiness of others and use it to fuel our own selfish desires," Lucius whispered, "just as we gut whales and use their oil as the blood of civilization."

　"Then everyone is guilty..." the girl sighed, "From childhood to adulthood, isn't the food we eat also other lives?"

　"Life is taken," Lucius murmured softly, "and it is also a disaster."

　"You must be having a hard time..." the girl whispered, "Hiding in a dark corner all by yourself..."

　"I am a sinner, and I never deny my sin," Lucius replied. "This is the fate of sinners."

　"But you still chose to help her..." the girl said, "because of guilt?"

　"Because my daughter...her wish is to protect the Citadel..."

　What a naive wish, so naive that it shatters at the first touch of the logic of the adult world.

　The girl was very smart. She was a genius in both string magic and science.

　A girl like her should become a leader in the trend of the times at her prime, instead of dying in such a miserable way.

　For an illusory ideal.

　""

　The girl looked at the soaking wet Lucius and smiled softly.

　She reached out her hand, stroked the man's wet hair, and whispered:

　"Everyone is guilty, from the smallest to the largest, and no one is exempt."

　"But some people can carry their sins and move forward, seeking atonement and salvation."

　“Compared to those who whitewash their sins as great deeds, those who bear the guilt are the inheritors of life.”

　"The fundamental difference between you and Isabella is that you faced your sins head-on..."

　"But who defines sin?" Lucius asked.

　"In our world, God defines everything," the girl said softly, "and in our hearts, each of us holds the scales of our own sins."

　"We firmly believe that those who escape punishment will eventually be held accountable..."

　A faint warmth rose from the bottom of Lucius' heart, causing his pupils to tremble slightly.

　As the spirit body is anchored little by little, the lost memories are flowing back.

　Lucius suddenly realized that the girl's voice was familiar.

　The voice he had longed for day and night was now whispering to him, talking to him.

　"!"

　Lucius raised his head suddenly, but only saw golden starlight flashing, and the illusion of rain curtain shattered.

　He had now lost his steam armor and was half-kneeling on the ground of the Star-Picking Pavilion.

　The black air around him had already dissipated, and Isabella stood in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly.

　"It seems... I won..." Isabella's lips curled slightly, "The starlight from the White Tower cleansed your curse... before you could completely burn yourself..."

　The woman could barely conceal the smugness on her face. In her hand was a broken golden lens, the edges of which reflected Lucius's calm lake-blue eyes.

　"I've changed my mind..." Isabella whispered, "I want to kill you and then devour you... I will become the firewood..."

　"Be grateful...Lucius...You will become the sharp sword that carries out the Goddess' will, just like the souls of the deceased soldiers of the Decep family..."

　"In the name of the Goddess!" Isabella shouted, raising the fragment and about to stab Lucius.

　At this moment, Lucius raised his head and looked calmly at Isabella, who had a crazy face.

　He whispered:

　"Isabella Duceppe, in the name of the goddess, will you take responsibility for the sins you have committed?"

　"crime?"

　Isabella frowned, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

　Then, a crazy smile broke out on her face:

　"You want to make me feel guilty, to arouse my sense of guilt? No! Lucius, I am not as blind and ignorant as you! Everything I did was for the great goddess, for the Citadel!"

　"I am innocent!"

　"I practice the way of the goddess! I protect the people of the holy city! I..."

　She seemed unable to continue speaking, because at this moment, a fierce spiritual pressure came down from above her head.

　Isabella could feel something coming towards her quickly, and she subconsciously wanted to dodge, but for creatures in this mortal world, anything that runs through fate is unavoidable.

　"Varied..."

　Under the witness of Lucius, golden light descended from the sky, pierced Isabella's back, and knocked her to the ground!

　What pierced through her was a golden cross sword!

　It’s the Sword of Dawn!

　"...Anyone who tells a lie beneath the Sword of Dawn will be killed by the falling sword..."

　"...in the White Tower, it is seen as a sign of sincerity and loyalty to the Goddess..."

　"You have forgotten..." Lucius looked directly at Isabella, who was looking shocked. "After all..."

　"...It was you who destroyed the White Tower Council..."

Chapter 365 White Tower (Part 11) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Everyone witnessed this scene.

　The Sword of Dawn pierced Isabella, and golden light tore through her body, pinning her to the ground.

　The goddess' sword of destiny passed from Roberts' hand to Isabella's hand, then to Alice's hand, and finally flew to the dome of the White Tower.

　It has been waiting, waiting for an opportunity to judge sinners, waiting for an opportunity to carry out its will.

　When Isabella told her lie, the holy sword pierced her.

　When the White Tower Council was established, the holy sword was hung above the long table of the meeting. Anyone sitting under the holy sword can put forward their own ideas after swearing "everything for the Academy City" and make all council members act for their ideas under the supervision of the holy sword.

　Isabella had sat beneath the holy sword countless times and personally steered the helm of the Citadel. She believed that everything she did was for the goddess's chosen people and for the Citadel.

　Until the holy sword fell from the dome of the White Tower and pierced her back.

　"Your God does not approve of what you do..."

　Lucius slowly stood up and pulled his wand out from inside his trench coat.

　Isabella's body was rapidly boiling—as the fate of the main body was pierced, the spirit disappeared, and the living gold, which had lost its restraints, returned to its original form and dripped onto the ground.

　The woman grasped her throat with her melting hands, her eyes gleaming with astonishment.

　She did not grieve for her own death, but for the denial.

　God... denied...

　Isabella has always believed that everything she did was for the welfare of the people of the Mist. She believes that no matter what decision she made, it was for the goddess and to carry out her will.

　Even when these actions seem cruel and inhumane, they are only for the greater good.

　She has always believed so.

　For the sake of the Citadel, she needs outside help to purge the corruption within.

　For the sake of the Citadel, she needs to completely control the White Tower and carry the goddess's legacy.

　For the sake of the Academy, she needs to turn those disobedient bell guardians into her tools, and she needs to put all those who are not cooperative enough to sleep.

　And when the Sword of Dawn pierced through her, Isabella suddenly saw a truth clearly: