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

"Is this...fireworks?"

"Yes, fireworks, for the school festival. They'll be launched from the rooftops of the four towers. They're quite versatile," Professor Ling said, picking up the teacup. "You're a fire string expert, and you're also one of the few first-year students who can do three strings. It's quite appropriate for you to design them."

"I..."

Xing Mo originally wanted to make some excuses. After all, there were so many things going on recently that she really didn't have much free time.

But an idea suddenly popped into her mind.

Fireworks?

"Okay, then... leave it to me."

Xing Mo rolled up the blueprint, put it in his pocket, and nodded to Professor Ling:

"Then... Professor Ling, do you have any other instructions?"

"there is none left..."

Professor Ling waved to Xingmo to let her go, but suddenly called her back:

"Oh, yes. Once the design is completed, it can be handed directly to the first-year prefect for implementation. Someone has already been selected while you were away. Otherwise, you might have been elected..."

"Who is the class monitor?" Xing Mo suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Noble Sunlight," Professor Ling laughed, "the young master you once beat up."

......

After coming out of Professor Ling's office, Xingmo went straight to the South Tower and went to Lucius's office.

"Please come in."

Xingmo pushed open the door and saw Lucius wipe the photo of Miriam and place it on the corner of the table.

"I just came out of Professor Ling's office," Xingmo closed the door and turned around, "I was delayed for a while."

"It's ok."

Lucius picked up the teapot from the side, poured two cups of tea, and pushed one to Xingmo:

"sit down."

Xingmo sat down and took a sip of tea. She took out a small bag and handed it to Lucius:

"Angel's Tears."

Lucius untied the bag and took out a crystal clear crystal from it. The surface of the crystal emitted a light blue halo, flowing like a floating veil.

"We still need the divine blood." Lucius looked up.

Xingmo nodded, then took out a small bottle from her arms and placed it on the table.

There was a faint red glow at the bottom of the bottle. If you didn't look closely, it would be difficult to tell it was blood.

Lucius grabbed the bottle, looked at it carefully for a long time, then looked up at Xingmo:

"You...how did you..."

"She had a nosebleed when she was fighting the 'Invisible Mist' that day," Xingmo whispered. "I wiped the blood away with a handkerchief, and then used alchemy in the workshop to extract the blood."

10) White Kitten (Part 3) - 4k - (2-in-1)

Listening to Xingmo's description, Lucius' eyes seemed to light up.

He placed the blood bottle and Angel's Tears on the table, pushed them to Xing Mo, and said with relief:

"Your contribution has made our plan more effective. Miriam will be proud of you when she knows about it."

"But..." Xingmo hesitated, "Teacher... I don't know what to do."

Xing Mo lowered her head, thought for a while, and finally decided to confide in Lucius:

"You were there that day, and you should have seen it. When the tentacles of the 'Invisible Mist' extended into the real world, there was no power to save us."

"That's a genuine evil god. Prince Austin used his power to slaughter people in the South City. If it happened once, it could be considered a fluke, but this is the second time."

"Goddess...is she really not watching us?"

Xingmo suddenly felt a little confused. She recalled that after passing the appraisal of the "Bell Guardian", she stood in front of the "Sword of Dawn" and swore an oath to the goddess.

At that time, she was enveloped in golden starlight, and felt as if the entire academy was carried on her shoulders.

But now, she suddenly found that there was no one behind her - the goddess did not send down any help.

If Aurora hadn't been there that day, if the people hadn't chosen to pray together, the "Invisible Mist" might have truly descended.

Where is the goddess? Where is the Archangel Saint Auros?

"..."

After hearing Xingmo's words, Lucius crossed his fingers and placed them against his cheeks, falling into silence.

After a while, he cleared his throat and began speaking in a voice as deep as an organ:

"First of all, I understand your confusion. I was there too, and when I was forced to seek help from the evil god, I was almost unable to speak."

Lucius glanced at the photo on the table—Milliam’s smile was still as bright as ever, as if sparkling with golden stars.

"Milliam and I are both associated with the Starlight String. We have been protected by the goddess since the moment we were born and are considered the lucky ones among wizards."

"So, please believe me, I was hit harder than you that day."

Lucius picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and said, "Ha!"

"However, this is no reason for us to hesitate at this time."

"Since the goddess has not responded, all we can do is to use our own strength to protect the Citadel and prevent any outside forces from shaking the foundation of peace."

"But..." Xingmo remembered Aurora's words, "What if peace is false?"

"Even if the peace is false, the prosperity of civilization has continued for thousands of years. We no longer have to trek through the eternal night, but can sit in the office and drink tea. This is why we protect it."

Lucius said this as he picked up the teapot and added some tea to himself. The curl of white steam rose up, making his face a little hazy for a moment.

"I know your true thoughts—you're hesitant about the 'Exile Ritual'. You're unsure whether you should take action against the 'Angel of Disaster' because you suspect her words might be true and her actions might be correct."

"It's not the goddess that's troubling you, but her, Aurora Halfgard."

Listening to the sound of water falling into the teacup, Xingmo suddenly froze.

Yeah...it seems to be true...

Sure enough, I couldn't hide much of my thoughts in front of my mentor's eyes.

Xingmo remembered Aurora's words again - kill the goddess and destroy the White Tower.

It was as if two different souls were colliding in her heart, which made her chest feel hot again, as if anger was about to surge into her heart.

But she restrained herself. Looking at her mentor's deep lake-blue eyes, she felt like a hot knife blank being dipped into ice water, making a sizzling sound as it cooled down.

"Yes...you are right..."

Xingmo nodded, her emerald green eyes dim and tired.

"I... don't know what to choose..."

Originally, Xingmo planned to use the ritual to seal Aurora's divinity, then interrogate her to find out her true purpose for wanting to enter the "White Tower" and then make a decision.

This accident allowed her to know Aurora's purpose in advance, and also made her realize that this was most likely an uncompromising goal.

From the beginning to the end, the essence of everything Aurora did was to expand her own power and thus gain the strength to fight against the goddess.

Could it be that she would save orphans and cultivate believers for charity?

Maybe that plays a role, but it’s definitely not the main reason.

Xingmo's intuition told her that this was an issue that could not be compromised.

If everything Aurora did was to kill the goddess, then she would not compromise at this moment because of Xingmo's few words.

Xingmo suddenly felt powerless. She and Aurora went from strangers to close friends in just one month, like two meteors that briefly intersected, illuminating each other with their faint light.

But the intersection cannot last forever. They are destined to intersect and also destined to leave in different directions.

Xingmo felt confused because of this.

"..."

Looking at Xingmo's dim eyes, Lucius sighed:

"Child, I... I've actually thought of a lot of things to say to you, a lot of words of advice, including some righteousness... some profound truths... I even planned to bring up Miriam's sacrifice to convince you that the evil god should be expelled."

"But I just suddenly felt that...this is really too cruel for you."

Lucius picked up Miriam's photo frame and turned it around on the table. The blonde girl's smile was reflected in Xingmo's eyes.

"Milliam was the guardian, and from what I understand of you, it was because of her sacrifice that you devoted your life to the cause of protecting the Citadel. Before her death, you weren't that hysterical, but look at you now..."

Lucius nodded and continued:

"But why did Miriam give her life that night? Was it really because of those great principles? Was it for the goddess?"

Lucius's gaze fell on Xingmo's face, his lips trembled slightly, but he smiled again:

"She sacrificed herself... because... my workshop is only half a mile away from Splash Street..."

Xing Mo heard the sound of glass breaking in her heart. Her heart was shattered all over the floor, and her trembling pupils were reflected in each piece.

Each eyeball on that fragment converges into a line of sight, passing through the mist of time and converging on the night of the accident.

"I think...she would sacrifice herself without hesitation...is it because of you?"

"No...it's not just you...it's me...it's Alice...it's the people she loves...it's the people who love her..."

Lucius raised his head, looked at the blank ceiling, and smiled sarcastically:

"This is all we give for love..."

Listening to the instructor's words, Xingmo sniffed, picked up the tea and drank it.

Lucius took a deep breath and continued:

"As a mentor...as a member of the White Tower Council, such remarks may seem unorthodox, but what I want to say is...Xiaomo, ask yourself what your heart says."

"If you don't want to exile her and want to have a good chat with her, then I will create an opportunity for you."

After Lucius finished speaking, Xingmo nodded and said in a hoarse voice:

"...good."

"Don't let yourself have any regrets," Lucius suddenly laughed. "I, an old dog, have already left enough regrets. I don't want my students to suffer because of this."

"Thank you." Xingmo nodded.

Yes... She couldn't leave any regrets, and she couldn't let Aurora enter the White Tower without caring about the safety of the Citadel.

Then, there is only one choice left -

"I'm going to prepare the 'Exile Ceremony,'" Xingmo whispered. "Once she's unable to fight back, I'll convince her word for word."

"If one night doesn't work, then countless nights will."

"I won't let her go astray."

......

After calming down, Xingmo organized her thoughts and decided with Mentor Lucius on the time for the "Exile Ceremony".

Finally, the time point was set to the day of the "school festival".

"During this time of year, the night stars are at their brightest," Lucius spread out a diagram depicting a complex and difficult magic circle. "The goddess's blessing will greatly increase our chances of success."

"On the night of the school festival, all teachers and students will celebrate in the open square and back garden. I can use this as an excuse to come up with the 'weak defense' argument," Xingmo nodded. "That's a great plan."

"In that case, I'll start preparing," Lucius stood up. "You go and keep a close eye on that little girl to prevent her from taking any drastic actions..."

Xing Mo was about to get up when she suddenly thought of something very important and said quickly:

"Wait a minute, Master, I have a question..."

The mention of "the starlight at night is the strongest during this period" reminded Xingmo of what the store manager said:

"Have you ever heard of... 'The stars are fake'?"

Hearing this, Lucius was stunned for a moment, then sat back in his chair and scratched his head.