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Where could it be?
“You don’t need to think too much, the path of evolution narrows as it goes upward.
Those who act first suppress those who act later.
We were once suppressed by the Heavenly Father, and now Nature has taken the lead.
It’s only natural that I help you.”
The Dark Goddess spoke, “You gained ti to ease the conflicts, and I acquired the information I desired.
Our interests are mutual.”
“Fair point,” Wayne nodded.
“Anastasia will always serve as the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church, even if her faith does not belong to .
I trust her pure qualities.
Treat her well and do not betray the faith she has offered.”
The corner of the Dark Goddess’s mouth curved, speaking through Anastasia’s visage, “She’s one of your followers; I can’t constrain her.
I wished to descend through her, waiting for a chance to et you, but I did not anticipate that we would et so soon.”
“Is it really okay that the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church does not believe in Darkness?”
“Does it matter?”
“…”
Right, you are the Goddess, and you have the ultimate right to interpret; belief or disbelief is up to you.
Wayne nodded, tentatively accepting the response.
“I will continue to descend through Anastasia.
If you are uneasy, you can let her keep custody of the idols, she will act as the interdiary in charge of communication.”
The Dark Goddess continued, “There’s no need for caution.
You are still too naive at this ti.
I rely wish to observe, not disrupt your evolution.
That is all.”
Wayne nodded repeatedly, extolling the rcy of Darkness.
Even so, he felt that the Dark Goddess might have other intentions.
Their eting today went unexpectedly smoothly; he did not probe further and chose to part on good terms.
After the Dark Goddess had left, Anastasia, drenched in cold sweat, knelt on the floor, her robe clinging to her body due to the sweat, covered in mathematical formulas—trigonotric functions, the Pythagorean theorem, parabolas, and hyperbolas.
Wayne courteously reached out, out of respect, avoiding her embarrassnt.
Although the Dark Saintess was desirable, at this mont, he was wholly enveloped by the Dark Goddess.
Intuition told him that the Dark Goddess’s desires were not limited to the Life Alliance’s evolution.
The real answer lay within the part of Anastasia’s erased mories.
“What could it be?”
“It can’t possibly be after my body, that’s absurd…”
As Wayne pondered, he felt sothing amiss, looking speechless as the self-aware tentacles had already enveloped the visibly desperate Anastasia, who had her eyes tightly shut, readying herself to sacrifice for her faith.
You’re really loyal!
Wayne, speechless, withdrew his tentacles.
It wasn’t his fault; anyone with tentacles would know—they always have their own ideas, especially fond of Magic.
Especially the Magician Girl.
Although Anastasia had aged a bit, she had never undergone a major overhaul since the factory release and indeed was a Magician Girl.
“Her Holiness, did you hear all my conversation with the Goddess?”
“Mhm.”
Anastasia nodded, her tentacles reluctantly leaving, noticing Wayne’s speechless gaze, filled with self-bla and embarrassnt, her heart sorrowful.
Wayne found this piercing, promptly pushing the patient into the operating room for ergency care and managed to stabilize her after five minutes.
Not ideal, she’ll break down eventually!
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“The idol will be in your custody.
I’ll co by once every fortnight; you don’t need to contact unless it’s important,” Wayne commanded.
Anastasia weakly nodded, feeling relieved but can’t help feeling sowhat disappointed, spoke out, “What if Lord Dreyne asks to play cards?”
You could refuse her.
Wayne opened his mouth to speak but then said, “You decide; you have your own thoughts.”
After speaking, he left the basent under Anastasia’s earnest gaze.
Three seconds later, Wayne returned the sa way, placing the two idols back, and said, unable to bear it anymore, “This place is too rundown.
I’ll arrange a new ho for you downtown.
You are a saint of the Church; you deserve a quality of life that matches your status.
Be kinder to yourself; stop always thinking about punishing yourself.
You’ve never done anything wrong.”
With that, he strode away.
Anastasia held her heart in reverence as her faith departed, then rose to bathe and change, washing away the remnants of Darkness, worshiping the idol of the Pale Knight with a pure heart and body.
The idol of the Dark Goddess was left isolated aside, spared from a sad fate of being swept into the storage room by the owner’s command.
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