This Is Ending For Sure Chapter 7

"It is your turn to preside over the prayers on the second Sunday of every month. Please change your clothes and follow me to the cathedral."

Link reminded her through the door. Felicity could clearly hear more and more footsteps stopping in unison outside the door, as if they were all waiting for her to leave.

Inside the room, three maids in light pink dresses were packing her luggage in an orderly manner.

Although the three have different looks, they all have red hair and green eyes, which are rare in the West. If it were in the official history, the red hair would have been punished as a witch, but it seems that Linlin didn't care about the historical logic when making the game, so even red hair, which symbolizes corruption and sin, can serve in the church.

While getting dressed, One Night touched the maids one by one to bring up the pop-up windows to check.

---[Name: Maid A, Position: Head Maid. ]

---[Name: Maid B, Position: Maid. ]

---[Name: Maid C, Position: Maid. ]

...This is too perfunctory.

Felicity held her forehead helplessly. After reading such a rough character introduction, she didn't even bother to click on the second-level pop-up window.

Although the role of maids in otome games is indeed insignificant, these three names are still a bit exaggerated and perfunctory, and every word is filled with the smell of the game manufacturer preparing to make a lot of money.

Back to reality, I have to talk about Linlin. Although this game is probably not intended to be sold, please take it seriously! Do you know how people who play games feel when they see these three names?

"Lady Evelyn, will you choose camellia or white rose today?"

The head maid fixed her flexible finger-length semi-transparent pure white veil, fetched two bouquets of beautiful flowers, and displayed them one by one.

Camellia is fragrant but not greasy. Just pick a branch and let it bloom quietly beside the white gauze, holy and beautiful.

White roses, on the other hand, have a more melodious feel. Because the buds are smaller, when they are clustered and fixed around the veil, they look like a crown made of flowers.

In fact, Felicity didn't care what she wore, but the clothes she was wearing now, which was said to be the saint's daily wear... looked like a wedding dress no matter how you looked at it.

She turned her head to look at the full-length mirror not far away and sighed unconsciously.

The girl in the mirror has a more flawless complexion than the pure white dress. The one-shoulder long dress has a circle of pearls around the chest. It is tightened in an inverted V shape and then opened casually. A layer of light purple lining spreads out like ripples during the movement, and then falls back to the feet, revealing the wavy-edged craft high heels.

The pure white and light veil covered her thin shoulders and fragile neck. She twisted the tassels at the end of her fingertips and moved them forward to cover her cool and exposed collarbone.

Who would have thought that the first time she wore anything other than a hospital gown would be a wedding dress.

Just like this dress which was said to be very ordinary, in Felicity's eyes, the luxury of this bedroom was almost comparable to the Fontainebleau Palace which he had only seen in picture books.

This made her, who was used to living in a monotonous ward, feel a little helpless. She didn't even notice when the head maid called her several times.

"...Since you don't make a choice, then wear the camellia as usual."

The head maid fixed the large blooming white camellia on the side of the night veil without any explanation.

"Have you thought about how to explain to His Majesty Rowan today, Saint?"

Maid B was worried and unconsciously reached out to touch her neck, her face full of fear of an impending storm.

"Your Majesty didn't look too happy when he sent you back yesterday. He will also attend the ceremony later."

...

have no idea.

It's incomprehensible that he is still not happy even after I have carried it on his back.

One night, she lifted her skirt and followed the head maid out of the bedroom.

When the nuns who were waiting outside the door saw her appear, they bowed and then lined up in two rows to follow her.

Only Link walked in front, holding an unlit white candle with intricate gold-rimmed patterns to lead the way.

"But His Majesty was so angry yesterday that he carried you back."

The little maid came closer stealthily and continued chattering.

"I have heard about your new appointment to the Vatican. Will you continue to stay in the Vatican for His Majesty after you leave office?"

"Nonsense! From what I heard, it is clear that the Saint Lady will leave with Master Arnold after handing over her identity at the end of this month. It is said in the Vatican..."

The maid on the other side came over suddenly and retorted in a low voice.

Just as she was about to say something else, the head maid who was leading the way in front like Link turned around and coughed lightly, stopping the maid beside Felicity from gossiping.

"Shut up, everyone."

The head maid stopped walking unnaturally. After she stopped, Felicity who was following behind her naturally stopped as well.

But within a few seconds, she took another step forward, tilted her head and whispered in agreement with the maids' previous conversation.

"I heard that you will be brought into the palace and become the Crown Princess... Of course I don't believe it! The Crown Prince is still young, but I don't believe that you will be paired with the current Regent Brother!"

"Matron, where did you hear that? Your Excellency the Emperor only comes to the Vatican once a year to inspect. It seems that the news we heard is more true."

"Yes, yes, His Majesty Rowan and Lord Arnold are more trustworthy!"

As the discussion among the maids became more heated, the nuns behind her also began to discuss in a low voice, not to be outdone. Felicity stood in the center of the crowd, listening expressionlessly to the gossip and speculation that surrounded him from all sides, and closed his eyes quietly without saying a word.

Sure enough, when people are gossiping, their mouths are loose.

The game information she had was updated once again through gossip.

The churches in the game world are divided into two types: dark and light. Of course, darkness has been out of the question since ancient times, so the only politically harmless church of light exists in the empire.

The gods enshrined in the Church of Light are all related to "light". The first and foremost is the God of Creation, and then there is the God of Light who represents the light source itself. There is also the Goddess of the Stars who extends from the "light" and some gods who are in charge of natural elements.

Although the Creator God is still the mainstream belief on the surface, due to the large number of gods worshipped, factions inevitably formed within the Holy See, which gave rise to small groups like Arnold's "Light Camp" who only believed in the God of Light.

But among so many gods, the only one missing is the Moon God who was associated with the God of Light. As the lost god, he had long fallen from the court of gods, leaving behind only his power and godhood with no one to take over.

The saint played by Felicity will be given the name "Evelyn" after entering the church, in order to fill the missing position of the Moon Goddess and temporarily take over the power of the Moon Goddess to stabilize the instability in the continent that may be caused by the turmoil in the God's court.

She put her hand to her chest and frowned in thought.

According to this theory, the Moon Goddess's divinity is stored in her body, and whoever this divinity is given to can become her successor, live a life of luxury and be served by thousands of people. So it is normal for her to be targeted by others.

No wonder the beginning was kidnapping, Victor must have set his eyes on the Moon Goddess's divinity in her body.

"Are you planning to just go and make a scene right into the cathedral?"

Link turned around because of the noise. The white candle in his hand had been lit at some point and was swaying with a rare orchid flame.

Behind her was a huge, exquisite, towering door. From the large white flowers carefully decorated on both sides, it was not difficult to tell that behind this door was a large cathedral enshrining statues of the gods.

Even through the heavy door, one could still hear faint clear hymns. A cool breeze came in through the crack in the door, clearing the air and purifying everything. One could not help but wonder whether the omniscient and omnipotent god had already attached himself to the statue and was listening attentively to the believers' prayers.

Everyone stopped talking, tried their best to straighten their backs, and responded to the solemn atmosphere.

But Felicity suddenly hunched over and subconsciously tried to cover his eyes again, but his arm was forced down halfway. After repeatedly emphasizing in his heart that this was a game, he stood up straight again with a stiff body.

The floral scent that had been lingering around her was replaced by a sudden burnt smell. Half-burned petals slowly fell from her veil, and were burned by the orchid flames in the air, leaving only tiny bits of ashes.

The white camellia was burned to ashes by the sudden flames, and the faces of everyone present turned pale blue.

"God's wrath! It's God's wrath!!"

The head maid screamed in fear, and the other two maids behind her fell to their knees like her.

Seeing this, the nuns all turned pale, clasped their hands in front of their chests, closed their eyes, knelt down, and murmured prayers asking God for forgiveness.

"Lady Saint, please do not enter the cathedral today."

Link stared at the ashes of the burned flowers, her eyes full of fear, even the hand holding the candlestick was shaking. With her other hand, she pulled down her sleeve and grasped her wrist tightly, trying to control her uncontrollable trembling.

"Please go sit in the courtyard for a while. The Lord God is suddenly angry. He must be blaming you for being too noisy on the way and not praying sincerely."

Angry?

Is it because their gossip is too loud?

Felicity nodded blankly, looked at the door behind Link with some regret, turned around and went back the same way.

Strange, thinking carefully, she had not participated in the gossip just now, so why did the Lord God get angry at her alone? Was it childish collective punishment?

But it was good that she didn't have to participate in those charlatan rituals. After all, there was no tutorial, and she was still a little scared to preside over the prayer ceremony directly. It was a pity that she didn't get to see what the interior of the cathedral looked like.

She strolled across the lawn in the courtyard and found a place to sit down by the fountain in the middle, as if no one was around.

The fountain here is completely different from the traditional three-tiered designs that Felicity had seen on TV and in magazines.

If I have to say, this place is more like a big pool than a fountain. In the middle stands a statue of a girl holding a pottery jar. The pottery jar in the girl's hand continuously pours clear spring water into the pool. The clear sound of water mist is like layers of sound waves, and the trickle of water gradually calms the viewer's mood.

It was a pity that she did not go around the back of the statue, otherwise she would have discovered that there were many hideous tentacles carved from bluestone hidden behind the statue, vividly hidden under her skirt.

One night when she was sitting down, her veil slid into the pool due to gravity along with her light-colored hair. Then, an inch before it fell into the pool, it was gently caught by slippery tentacles that stretched out silently and held up in mid-air.

The pitch-black octopus tentacles were pointed at the tips, imitating a comb, carefully combing the ends of the hair that were inevitably wetted by its own mucus.

All the movements of those tentacles were gentle and silent, making the people involved completely unaware of what kind of horrifying monster was lurking in the fountain pool behind them. They still stared at the gloomy sky in curiosity.

When the monster in the pool saw that the ends of the hair were stuck together ugly because of its combing, it couldn't help but bend the tip of the tentacle in frustration, and quickly stretched out another tentacle to gently tap the saint's shoulder, as if it wanted to apologize to Felicity in person.

Felicity obviously felt the slight and gentle force on his shoulder, but he didn't care at all, thinking it was just a falling leaf or a flying insect.

She reached out and gently stroked her left shoulder, then pulled up the hem of her skirt, supported her hands on the edge of the pool, and stood on tiptoes to carefully admire the pair of beautiful crafted leather shoes.

The monster's pitch-black tentacles stayed in mid-air for a while before they trembled and slowly moved forward, hesitantly trying to touch the white jade back of the hand that was lightly supporting the edge of the pool.

The tentacles wrapped around the ends of her hair pecked and k!ssed the ends of her hair carefully with their suction cups. More dark and sticky tentacles climbed up one after another. When they failed to control their strength and accidentally pulled off a strand of her hair, they all stopped in panic and suddenly moved away like a tide. However, the broken hair that fell lightly into the pool was eaten fiercely by the countless tentacles that surged up from under the water.

Just as the hair was about to fall into the pool again, the monster managed to catch it with a significantly thicker ash tentacle.

Seeing that Felicity still lowered his eyes with joy, those frightened and stiff tentacles moved forward together, spread out behind Felicity, and excitedly wanted to follow their instinct to move forward and tightly wrap around the owner of his hair.