613: Chapter 290: Pope Illaril 613: Chapter 290: Pope Illaril Really…..
It feels like I’ve had a long dream.
Yet it was so fleeting.
Upon opening my eyes and waking up, the light filling my vision was too dazzling.
….
“….
If one day, I’m no longer here…..
what will you do?”
….
“Impossible!!
Mother is like the sun, how could the sun ever be absent?”
“Silly child….
Even the sun…
will have a ti when it goes out.”
“Ah?….
But, even if it does go out, that must be a very long ti away, right?”
….
“If….
the teacher is no longer here, then I’ll find you, wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be.”
…
“Is this a test?…..
Hmm….
even if the sun goes out, nothing will happen to you, right?
I think that if there’s a day when even the teacher is gone, it must be a huge problem…
I will try my best to help you solve it, if I can’t find a solution here, I’ll go there, if not there, then beyond the sky.
If I can’t find it among the stars of the Star Realm, I’ll search the Void, there are more realms in the Void than stars, there will surely be a way….”
….
“….
And you?”
“I will help the teacher protect everyone…
I don’t believe the teacher will disappear, I will always, always keep an eye on everything at ho for you.
When you return, you will surely be very tired, and then I’ll help you relax your shoulders, just like before, in your arms, listening to you tell stories about your travels when you were away….”
“Mm~…..
Truly my most precious, most precious…
Lola…”
….
Beneath the coffin, the Fla Sun’s demon rune on the corona altar flowed with brilliance, responding to the restful body of the Pope, gradually aligning itself with its lost master.
Darkness lted like snow.
Soft sunshine…..
illuminated the vast and wide hall of the tomb, every corner of it.
The gray-white curse gradually faded away….
A slender, tall shadow-cloaked demon body, three mouths spewing out fiery sunbeams, a knight’s hands and feet gently pressed on the face of the demon, the tall body of the demon, irresistibly bending, rings of scorching marks burning the demon’s soul spread like a solar wheel on Quentin Zalar’s body.
The soul of the high-ranking demon scread heart-wrenchingly in the chaotic upheaval:
“…——!!
Master!!!
Master!!!
Spare !!!
Spare !!!”
The slender body of the Horror Demon, its demonized deformity completely burned away, exposing the skeleton of the body once possessed below, while in the distance before the young girl, another indomitable Horror Demon body was engulfed by skyward white flas, wailing.
The enormous, pitch-black body cracked with spreading fissures.
Light flooded the struggling, massive demon body, breaking through the desecrated flesh in streams.
Olivia stared blankly…..
at the warm light surrounding her.
The overwhelming, cold, cruel, just, and majestic blazing sun.
A blazing sun burning all that was impure.
Kovis slowly climbed up, touching his pain-free body, gazing breathlessly at the descending miracle….
Holy Sun…..
Prophet…..
Pope…
….
Illaril.
“Valary!!!!!!
How dare you deceive !!!”
Quentin Zalar’s shriek pierced through the rock layers from the depths beneath the temple.
The demon’s shrill wail resonated in the heart of every living person, every demon, every Wandering Soul in Rolannar.
White light spread from underground outward.
Every streak of passing white fla, every ray of sunlight unfolding.
Was like a purification washing away filth.
White light swept through the deep, dark hall….
Swept through the corridor desecrated with flesh and blood….
Swept through the square strewn with corpses…..
Swept through every corner of Rolannar.
Demons fled to the surface, fearing to be caught by the all-consuming light, trying to burrow back into the distant Sea of Chaos.
The undead ceased their wailing, in the gentle light, one by one….
quietly closed their soul’s eyes.
….
“…
Teacher.”
Lola’s voice ca from within my heart.
She seed to tremble.
But soon, it beca calm and gentle again.
“…
It’s been a long ti….
Welco ho….”
Leon looked at the pristine skull in his hand, sighed, and bent down.
He still placed it back on the last remains of Mage Athias, once occupied by Quentin Zarek.
“Indeed, it’s been a long, too long ti…..
But saying this now is too late, you silly, you should have told a year ago.” Leon straightened up, fingers pulling off the twisted and deford neck guard, unable to help but smile wryly.
Lola’s voice, slightly aggrieved:
“Who could have expected that your soul form would look like this.
In the past, no one dared to peer into your soul….
Suddenly seeing this form so different from your past self….
even a different gender…..
the difference was too great.”
“And then?
Didn’t you recognize quite quickly?
You even secretly hid all of Nedy’s belongings, how much did you not want to rember….”
Slowly stopping his words, Leon felt like he could never sigh enough:
“…
I’m sorry…..
after I was gone, it was hard on you.”
Lola’s voice laughed sweetly: “….
Protecting everything you cherished most, Lola didn’t feel tired.”
“Saying one thing while aning another, if you weren’t tired, why would you choose to sleep in such a place.”
Leon looked at the calamity coffin at the top of the altar…
feeling both helpless and heartbroken.
“I just…” The lodious voice, upon uttering the words, at the end, could no longer maintain calmness….
Beca trembling…..
Until….
it turned into sowhat tearful sobbing…
“…
I just….
missed you so much…
Lola…..
At least thought…..
in dreams, I could return….
to the past when with you…
with everyone….”
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