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Upon hearing this, Alina's face lit up with a hint of joy.

"However, just like Ella said, emotions are one thing, but in reality, the damage you inflicted on the people of Stormport is not so easy to erase."

After Ye Xiao finished speaking, he saw a distressed expression on Alina's face, and then continued, "But since you're here, Ella must have considered these things and made a decision, so it's not really my place to worry about them anymore... Hey, why did you suddenly pat me?"

"I've noticed that your way of speaking is exactly like Nalydia's; you like to make other people's moods fluctuate."

Chapter 153 Epilogue

Perhaps because they opened up to each other, Alina was no longer as nervous as before.

"Lydia said she would let me slowly make up for the mistakes I made in the past. I don't want to make any excuses about the past; I will bear those responsibilities properly."

"It's enough that you're aware of this."

Ye Xiao smiled and said, "I never thought that one day I would actually see the woman who caused me the second biggest psychological trauma sincerely repenting. It's quite a strange thing."

"That's a really strange way of putting it... Um, the second biggest shadow?"

Alina tilted her head, somewhat curious, "Then who came in first?"

"you guess."

Ye Xiao crossed his arms and said, "You might not believe it, but that guy used to be much more terrifying than you. Fortunately, he eventually repented."

Alina rubbed her chin in surprise, wondering who Ye Xiao was implying with his riddles.

"So, did you forgive her in the end?"

"Of course I choose to forgive her."

Ye Xiao shrugged. "I've always been a very open-minded person."

"Really? According to the internal personality assessment of Caesar Corporation, you are known for being extremely vengeful."

Alina said this, but she felt a little better inside.

There are those who could go even further than I have, and I wonder how far they could go, considering she almost destroyed a city before.

However, since Ye Xiao was able to let go of his hatred for that person, he should also have a chance to be forgiven.

"To be honest, the company's evaluation is somewhat influenced by personal grudges and shouldn't be taken too seriously."

Ye Xiao snorted.

Alina couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Looking at the city streets under renovation outside the White Pagoda, the last bit of pent-up frustration in her heart finally dissipated with the wind.

In the end, her conversation with Ye Xiao wasn't as heavy as she had expected; it was just like a simple chat, calm and soothing.

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

"Thank you for letting me see the world as it truly is."

Alina said softly.

“I used to think that people abandoned in the darkness had no right to yearn for the light, but now I’m beginning to understand that the pursuit of light has nothing to do with one’s environment, but only with one’s own beliefs.”

"As long as you can figure it out."

Ye Xiao looked at Alina's head several times, and finally couldn't help but place his hand on it and pat it gently. "Move out of the past, the road ahead is still long."

This guy... has had it pretty tough.

This sudden action made Alina stiffen abruptly, but she didn't slap Ye Xiao's hand away or stop him. Instead, her face slightly flushed, she leaned against the railing, silently feeling the warmth from his palm, and squinted her eyes.

If someone had treated her like this ten years ago... perhaps everything would have been different...

Fortunately, it's not too late now. As Ye Xiao said, there's still a long future ahead, and she has many things she can do slowly.

"Ahem!"

"Cough!!"

"Cough cough cough hmm!!!"

Three soft, childlike coughs pulled Ye Xiao back from her immersive, peaceful state.

The voice was nine-tenths, even ten-tenths, familiar; Ye Xiao could even hear the deep resentment and anger within it.

He swallowed hard, turned his head, and saw a chubby golden retriever perched on the railing, its head held high and chest puffed out like a tall nut, staring at him with its big, bell-like eyes.

"Hey? Oh, hahaha. Isn't this Greta? When did you arrive? Why didn't you say anything..."

"Ye Xiao!!!!!!!!!"

Greta opened her mouth wide, let out a howl, and pounced on Ye Xiao's face like a facehugger.

"The moment I'm not looking at you!!! You're cheating!!!"

"So all that talk about me infiltrating the capital of Aslan was just a cover for this kind of thing!!!"

"Oh, it's a misunderstanding...it's all a misunderstanding...!!"

Ye Xiao tried to pull the clump of Greta off his face, but the furious kitten's arm strength was far beyond his ability to resist.

The person and the cat tumbled to the ground and started thrashing around, leaving Alina, who was standing nearby, completely bewildered.

But the cat seemed somewhat familiar to her. After searching through her distant memories for half a year, she finally began to vaguely recall it.

"Hey, isn't this the acrobatic cat that could spin the hula hoop? It's been following you all along?"

"Who are you calling a circus performer?!"

Greta stood on Ye Xiao's chest, her two forelegs tucked into her plump waist like a teapot. "Let me tell you, you little vixen, there's no good end for stealing other people's men!!"

"Could you ask your staff to draw more positive and uplifting comics for you?"

Ye Xiao pinched the cat's cheek. "Don't you even look at this guy's age? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Upon hearing this, Greta's furry body suddenly swelled up in a crimson aura, transforming into a pink-haired girl in a black and white maid dress. She sat on Ye Xiao's waist, her soft little hands gripping his collar tightly. "How could you do this to me!? Don't think I don't know you're a lesbian!!!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Miss Su and Skadi can't be lolis, and where did you learn that term from..."

"Ma... Mammon???"

Alina stared in astonishment.

"Well?"

Greta frowned and raised her head. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

“She’s Alina…the one we met in Stormport before…”

Ye Xiao patted the little maid's thigh. Putting everything else aside, the soft, cake-like texture wrapped in white silk was quite comfortable to the touch.

"Alina?"

Greta had no recollection of the name, but upon hearing the words "Storm Harbor," memories of the past flooded back.

Her dark golden pupils narrowed slightly as she carefully examined the seemingly introverted girl before her. Finally, as if remembering something, she exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! You're that false god!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she became hostile like a cat with its fur standing on end, and a red magic circle filled with destructive power immediately appeared beside her.

"Hey, calm down, Greta! She's on our side now!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Ye Xiao had no choice but to scratch the itchy spots under Greta's armpits with both hands.

The latter immediately blushed, let out a "yikes" sound, tightened her arms, and slumped against Ye Xiao.

Taking the opportunity, Ye Xiao hugged the restless little maid and bent down to stand up, saying, "Good girl, good girl, stop making a fuss."

"Humph!"

Clutched in his arms, Greta puffed out her cheeks and punched Ye Xiao in the chest. "I've been all alone in Aslan for a whole two weeks!!! And the first thing I see when I get here is you getting intimate with this stinky woman!!!"

"Hey, are you ever going to stop?! I haven't even said anything and you keep cursing at me!"

Alina, unable to bear Gretia's constant humiliation any longer, retorted.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? You were never a good person to begin with!"

Greta grinned, revealing two small fangs.

"You...! Anyone else can say that, but you, a demon god, where do you get the nerve to say such things?!"

Alina was also angered and could no longer remain calm; her voice trembled.

"What, did the Demon God eat your rice?! Let me tell you, you might fool Ye Xiao's fickle mind, but I won't. You filthy thing, get away from my man!"

Greta stretched out her short arm and pointed at Alina.

"You filthy demon!!!"

Alina was furious and rushed over to grab Greta's arm and scratch it.

"Hey!!! Ye Xiao, look, she's showing her true colors now!!!"

Greta was not to be outdone, and she grabbed Alina and started tearing at her.

Ye Xiao was holding Greta in his arms with his back to Alina, caught in the middle of a fight between the two. Fortunately, perhaps out of respect for him, the two girls didn't use their divine power, so the scene was just two little girls pulling each other's hair.

Unintentionally, Ye Xiao glanced at Alina's expression. Although she looked angry, there seemed to be a glimmer in her eyes.

Perhaps this jubilant atmosphere was something Alina had always been pursuing. Thinking of this, Ye Xiao let the two of them continue their tug-of-war.

Amidst the clamor, the afternoon sun shone down, and flocks of white doves flew overhead. Below, in the streets, believers healed by the saint excitedly spread the news.

Even as winter approaches, the city is bursting with life even more vibrantly.

In early spring of the third month of the eighty-fourth year of the Valen calendar, the Holy Maiden of Light eliminated the three great families and ascended her throne amidst the attention of the masses.

History seems to repeat itself, but this time, the "return of the saint" is tinged with an inspiring and legendary quality in the songs of later bards.

This glimmer of light may seem insignificant on ordinary days, but for the coming darkest era of war on the continent, it will be the starting point for all stories of hope.

Book VIII Ragnarok

Chapter 1 Gulf Ports

It was early spring in the fourth month of the eighty-fourth year of the Valencian calendar.

A month has passed since the Holy Maiden of Light was officially crowned Holy Lord.

On this continent that was once bathed in holy light, the first wave of returning geese brought an ominous sign to Morning Star Ridge.

In the eastern part of the continent of Asia, the Federal Duchy of Tedeh, together with the northern kingdoms, marched south. Under their iron hooves, the Kingdom of Doum, a vassal state of the western Loren Empire, had completely fallen. The flames of war quickly spread to the western frontier of Loren, turning the land there into scorched earth.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the continent, the Kingdom of Dante became a major disaster area ravaged by the "Black Serpent Disease." This terrifying plague, like an invisible grim reaper, had silently claimed hundreds of thousands of lives and spread to surrounding countries, including the once prosperous Kingdom of Valen.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the western continent, in the shadow of the Molten Mountains, the demon legions surged forth like a tide, joining forces with the merman legions rising from the deep sea to launch a frenzied attack on the Aslan Empire.

The southern provinces of the Aslan Empire have fallen, and the last line of defense leading to the northern provinces—the Fortress of Despair—is now engulfed in smoke and on the verge of collapse.

However, the demons' ambitions did not stop there. The Demon God personally led his newly formed demon army, broke through the ancient barrier of the far west, and launched a relentless invasion of the Tree Sea, the land of elves.

The sea-dwelling races were not to be outdone. They split into two groups, advancing eastward into the Molten Mountains and the Pale Desert, heading straight for the underground city-states that the dwarves had protected for generations.

Moreover, forces lurking in the shadows are quietly awakening. The fall of the Holy Lord seems to have torn open the curtain of an era, and the barbarians of the North have become active again, their hooves echoing across the frozen wasteland, foreshadowing a new storm to come.

Meanwhile, in the distant capital of the Seven Seas, the beastmen of the Southern Continent are holding a tribal meeting to elect a new leader, intending to gather their strength to cross the sea and head north to join the continental war.

Who could have imagined that in less than a year, this once harmonious and peaceful continent would become so chaotic?

The former prosperity was replaced by war and plague, and the fate of the entire continent seemed to be shrouded in gloom.

……

Saint Ararat is a bay port located opposite Morning Star Ridge.

Located on the northern coast of the Americas continent, this place is separated from the Federal Principality of Tedeh to the west by towering mountains. Therefore, compared to the war-torn central part of the continent, this place is still peaceful.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, and a few ferries drifted on the calm sea.

Seabirds call out from time to time, and a few porters carrying fish buckets stroll by leisurely.

In a simply renovated monastery in Anning Lane by the harbor, a little girl with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a priest's robe, is holding a book of church doctrine. She is sitting by the window, which is bathed in warm sunlight, with several children who look only slightly younger than her, and they are softly reciting the scriptures.

She said, 'You will all be healed,' and the crowd in the square saw black lotuses bloom. Thus, those afflicted with the plague were cleansed, and the wounded knights were relieved of their suffering..."