This Is Ending For Sure Chapter 5

Perhaps it was her trembling of fear that was conveyed to the other person through their chests, and the pressure that was choking the throat was suddenly withdrawn. Felicity took a deep breath carefully, and after regulating his breathing, he raised his head and looked for the other person's eyes with his transparent ruby   eyes.

The watery red was enough to soften everything, and the snow-white eyelashes were like the finest feather fans, trembling pitifully.

Her voice was filled with soft pleading, and the name she whispered contained apology and flattery.

She held the short three-character name between her lips and teeth, rubbing it carefully before spitting it out, like the whispers between lovers.

"Arnold."

The pair of lake blue pupils that were locked on her closed quickly as if burned, and their eyeballs rolled left and right under the thin eyelids for a long time before opening again.

The flames that had been lit finally disappeared, but the dark ashes left after the flames burned out gradually dyed the lake blue black without anyone noticing.

It was obvious that he was not as angry anymore.

Felicity blinked, secretly delighted.

Oh, it turns out Arnold is a softie.

That's easy. Girls who act coquettishly have the best luck. She is very good at it.

This trick has helped her escape many unpalatable potions and pig-like nutritious meals. It has worked every time. There is no reason why it can't deal with a mere paper man.

Seeing that the other party had restrained his strength, Felicity withdrew his hand from Arnold's chest armor with confidence. When his fingertips brushed across the pop-up window that had been floating in the air, a secondary pop-up window happened to pop up by touching Arnold's name.

---[Faction: Light, Race: Griffin, Special: Executioner. ]

One night she was stunned. What was a griffin? She seemed to have never heard of it.

She quickly clicked on the two words again, wanting to see if a third-level pop-up window would pop up to answer her questions, but her anxiously stretched out finger passed through the half-disappeared pop-up window and poked Arnold's chest straight.

The person's body jolted suddenly under his finger, causing Felicity to look up anxiously. While carefully observing the other person's reaction, he gently moved his lips and silently offered an apology.

In fact, Arnold doesn't feel any discomfort about these trivial matters.

Except for those that would endanger her life, a griffon usually displays unparalleled patience and unusually philanthropic tolerance towards the females it identifies.

But Felicity didn't know that she hadn't even read the game settings carefully before being forced into an unfinished game world. At this moment, she was naturally restrained and afraid of offending others.

It was just that Felicity's apology happened to be connected to the previous topic, causing Arnold's anger, which had just subsided, to suddenly rise again. He struggled to suppress his sore chest, and he looked away evasively, pursed his lips and said coldly.

"Someone in the Church has tried to kill you time and again. What kind of medicine did that second-level monk give you that you still want to go back to the Church with him?"

"Indeed, you should not return to the Vatican. This kind of abduction will happen once and for all."

Ludwig echoed.

The members of the Knights Templar also nodded in agreement, but those monks in robes were not to be trifled with. They immediately started arguing with the knights. Both sides held their own opinions and the scene suddenly became noisy.

Felicity, who was used to hearing gossip and quarrels, suddenly became alert. She listened carefully and gained the necessary information from them.

All those earlier questions were answered one by one in this great argument, and the friendly monks even revealed more to her as icing on the cake.

In this game world, clergy are roughly divided into two categories.

One is the Church, which only humans can enter, where monks and nuns abandon their families and practice their faith. They are judged by a special magic, and their status is divided by their written knowledge of theology, history, and miscellaneous studies.

There are six levels in total, from the highest level one down, level two, level three are all upper-middle level clergy, among which level one is the rarest, it seems that there are only a few in the entire empire. And the next level is a hurdle that most monks and nuns will never reach in their lifetime.

The other is the temple that Arnold and Ludwig belong to, which is an enlightened place where alien races flourish.

They are not forced to believe in the faith, and even welcome everyone. After all, this is the place where Maki Kura fights for his life, and there is no complicated hierarchy like that within the Holy See. Everything is based on merit, which sounds very fair.

These two places are collectively referred to as churches, and they have a relationship of mutual assistance and supervision.

But from what both sides are saying now, it seems that the Holy See and the Temple had completely broken up three days ago, and now neither of them likes the other.

The Holy See looked down on the Temple that welcomed everyone without faith, and the Temple also looked down on weak humans who were powerless and could only rely on empty words.

It seems that this is the background of the game. It is a bit complicated, but it does not affect her completion of the game.

Anyway, otome games should be like what is shown on TV. In the last episode, the heroine hands over a letter, asks the character to meet at a certain place, then makes a shy confession, and then a touching background music is played to end the game.

Even though it seems quite simple now, if this were in other games, it would probably take a long time to gain favor.

But she has a good girlfriend.

All characters are very favorable, and anyone can be pulled to complete the game at the end. She just needs to enjoy the game process and wait for the ending.

Felicity, who was enjoying beautiful fantasies, was brought back to reality by the rapid tugging on his wrist.

Link's enlarged face was full of anxiety, and his clear and loud voice stopped the escalating quarrel and brought the focus back to her.

"Lady Saint, are you going back to the Vatican or the Temple?"

Hmm? What are you going back to?

Why did she have to choose after all the twists and turns? Aren't these two families the same?

Felicity opened her lips slightly in confusion, and just as she was about to speak, she heard the sound of wind cutting through the air around her. The huge wings fiercely knocked Link's hand away, then quickly bent back to cover her sight, separating her from a quiet space.

The eyes were filled with the sunshine-like feathers. Her light-sensitive eyes saw the warm colors of the sun for the first time, and she couldn't take her eyes away out of curiosity. The warm and dry wings closed around her body, feeling as comfortable as a soft quilt, making Felicity even more curious about what a "griffin" was.

"Someone in the Vatican wants to kill you. I haven't found out who it is yet. It's very dangerous."

Arnold reminded in a low voice, using his wings to separate the space. His frosty and tough face finally softened a little in this small space where only they were. He reached out and touched Felicity's cheek, pinching it lightly.

"There are still twenty-two days left. Can I not wait any longer?"

The girl's soft cheek suddenly showed a faint red mark due to his touch. Arnold saw Felicity looking up in confusion, as if unable to understand the current situation. He felt that she did not take this matter to heart, so he sighed and frowned.

The saint was as aloof and free-spirited as ever. Even though she was abducted and imprisoned by a prosecutor with ulterior motives and had been missing for three whole days, she showed no fear at all and remained calm and at ease.

On the contrary, it was when she failed to control her emotions in time that she seemed to realize belatedly what kind of danger she had just experienced, and she uttered a flattering apology in annoyance.

But he didn't need her apology.

He was so concerned that he almost lost his composure and reason. He was also burned by jealousy because of Link's existence. At this moment, he just wanted some affirmation.

Griffins are a mythic species that mate for life, and their innate loyalty often makes them fiercely protective of their partners.

If possible, he wanted Felicity to return the title of Saint of Evelyn right now and return to his hometown with him. But giving up halfway was not her style, nor was it in line with his principles.

Arnold knew clearly in his heart that the saint would never agree to his request, but if a similar incident happened again, he would never continue to wait for her.

"...never mind."

Felicity blinked, still looking confused, she moved her eyes to follow the hand that was still caressing the side of her face.

Arnold's voice was a little hoarse. The palm that had been lingering on her cheek slowly closed and stroked her skin. His fingertips with thin calluses passed over the corners of her eyes with unspeakable restraint and repression, as if such a touch was nothing more than a thirst quencher for the person in front of him, like a drop of water dropped into a thirsty desert, which would be consumed in an instant.

The space surrounded by the warm-colored wings gradually heated up as the two people got closer and closer. Even the air inhaled into the lungs became a little sticky. Felicity only felt dizzy.

As the warm hand played with the hair beside her ear and moved it to the back of her head, an inexplicable tingling and electric shock sensation suddenly woke her up from her confused thoughts.

She quickly lowered her head and angrily pulled away Arnold's hand that was caressing the side of her face, then lowered her eyes and fiddled with it, trying to bring up the pop-up window.

It was strange, why did he start talking in a way she couldn't understand again?

With Linlin's level, it doesn't make sense for her to make such a rubbish game and riddle plot. Did she miss some pop-up window, so she can't understand the plot and the lines?

Her hand was soon held by the other party, and the pair of lake-blue eyes moved closer and closer, with the other party's forehead almost touching hers, but he restrained and behaved himself, keeping a distance between them that was better than nothing.

One night she was surprised to find that Arnold softened his voice, as if he was apologizing to her.

"It's my fault... I'll wait for you."

When the last sound faded away, Arnold released his grip on her hand and removed the huge wings that were blocking everyone's view.

Ling Ran repeated Link's question loudly, but this time, he deliberately added honorifics that he had never used before.

"...the Temple or the Church, your choice."