This Is Ending For Sure Chapter 10

The European-style courtyard is covered with green grass, birds singing and flowers blooming. After a breeze, the tiny petals and soft grass branches begin to dance in circles, lightly falling into the fountain and together with the sparkling water, forming a delicate and soft early summer scene.

In the sunshade pavilion with a sapphire dome, a poetic and picturesque saint in white is holding a heavy scripture with a dark red and gold-embossed cover in her hands. She lowers her eyes to read carefully. Her snow-white eyelashes, which tremble slightly as her eyes move, are condensed with tiny flashes of light, making her look even more dreamy under the sunlight.

Unlike the saint with a calm face, the prosecutor standing next to her with his head bowed was anxious and angry, and his green eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"You are truly gifted. There is still a month until the handover ceremony. If you can memorize one or two words every day, you will be in time."

Victor closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before he gradually suppressed the anger in his body.

The simple three-line prayer was taught and recited over and over again, but when the person in front of him spoke it, it was still fragmented. He really didn't know how such a stupid person entered the Vatican and how he passed the selection to become a saint.

"Victor..."

A soft voice suddenly popped into my mind, and when I opened my eyes I saw a pair of flattering pink pupils filled with water.

Victor froze there, unable to take his eyes away from Felicity's eyes.

To be precise, it is not pink at all, but an extremely transparent bright red.

According to the old teachings, the unclean and seductive color that tempts people to fall should be tied to the stake and cleansed of its own sins with pure flames.

But as early as ten years ago, the doctrine had been changed. Believers should no longer hate a certain color because of their different appearance. Preconceived subjective impressions should be abandoned and corrected.

The Holy See took the lead and deliberately chose a saint with bright red eyes as a role model.

The saint is pure white, and this little bit of bright red is enough to be ignored.

Just like her eyes that are usually ignored, the saint's half-knowledge of doctrine and theology...or even the fact that she knows nothing about it, is often hidden under her pure and beautiful appearance.

Victor stared at the slowly blinking pupils, subconsciously rolled his throat, silently turned his head and closed his eyes again.

And Felicity also leaned to the side.

She reached out and tapped the back of Victor's hand, and he immediately stepped back like a cat with its fur standing on end, looking at her in disbelief.

"You! You are simply! Simply... shameless!"

The slowly flushing face made the green eyes look like shining gems. Victor gathered a lot of ugly derogatory words in his mind, but in the end he swallowed them all silently in front of Felicity's innocent face, and monotonously repeated the harmless accusations.

The back of the hand that was brushed by the saint's fingertips seemed to be cast under a fire spell and continued to burn and heat.

No matter how he wiped it, the touch still remained vivid on his skin, like a seed that had silently taken root and sprouted, clinging to him desperately to absorb nutrients.

In fact, Victor had not been transferred to the saint's side for long. For some reason, his predecessor committed the most stupid sin in the doctrine in the holy temple.

He really couldn't understand it, and tried to avoid making too many assumptions. The reason he entered the Vatican didn't allow him to make any mistakes, even if it was just a word of advice.

But when Victor met the saint for the first time, he easily found the answer that puzzled him.

For no apparent reason, he firmly believed that Felicity had forced his predecessor, a gentle monk with pure faith, to death.

He began to dislike the saint. It only took a few days for him to go from being distant and ignoring her to being sarcastic and to now clearly expressing his attitude.

It was the first time he made a mistake in the Vatican. He should have maintained an absolutely neutral attitude, but every time the other party approached him, he felt uneasy. He was worried that his heart would be seen through, and he tried his best to pull back his uncontrollable emotions.

Initially, the saints and sons of saints were just relays used by the gods to convey oracles. The gods did not care about their height, beauty or ugliness. After all, the gods have always been loving and fair.

But over time, greed slowly trampled on piety and gradually gained the upper hand. For some unspeakable political positions and the absolute rule of the church, the Vatican began to select saints as spiritual pillars, turning them from devout ascetics into delicate flowers loved by everyone.

It was also from that time that the church's top leaders began to tacitly acknowledge that the saint was a bride dedicated to the Lord, and required that she must not spread any rumors that were insulting to her status during her term of office.

The Bride of God...

Victor paused as he wiped the back of his hand. This identity alone forced all the emotions that had just hatched to be retracted. The unspeakable feelings turned into armor to protect himself, making his attitude towards the saint even worse.

Like a hedgehog with spikes hiding its soft belly, he hated the Saint, yet was also fascinated by her.

Love at first sight usually begins with primal desire, which is one of the original sins described in doctrine and is also evidence of his impiety.

Maybe...he is not worthy of standing beside the Saint at all.

If she hadn't seen through his filthy heart, how could the saint not be able to recite those three lines of prayer? Even a seven-year-old child should have been able to recite it after hearing him read it so many times.

In fact, Felicity had indeed memorized it, but he just didn't want to say it out loud.

The canon she had studied previously did not contain any doctrines at all. It only contained simplified game background and terminology. After careful comparison, it was basically the same as what she had obtained in the first round.

There is only one difference, that is, there is an additional main task.

One night, I turned my head to look at the pure black pop-up window floating on the scripture.

---[Loop Main Mission: Find the hidden assassin. Deadline: Before the handover ceremony. Number of failures: 1.]

Last week she was dragged into the fountain by a monster and drowned. The assassin was actually not difficult to find, but... in her last memory, those worried blue eyes kept lingering in her mind, which made her very confused.

One night, she could not help but curl the corners of her lips in mockery as she watched Victor wiping the back of his hand that she had touched, as if he had been touched by something dirty.

This look of disdain for her...If you don't know, you might think she did something to him last night. But yesterday in the confessional, he clearly didn't say that.

Victor's lines when he was confessing were much more honest than they are now. He said things like he was deliberately making things difficult and mocking because he liked her, and he was alienating and ostracizing her because he was afraid to get close... I can't remember many of the lines, but that emotion was truly conveyed through his confession - the believer fell in love with the saint who belonged to God, and was troubled by this immoral emotion.

"Don't come any closer!"

Victor's heart skipped a beat when he saw Felicity approaching in a good mood, and he backed away repeatedly until his back was against the pillar and he could no longer retreat. He looked very nervous, his eyes dodging everywhere, and he was completely unable to look Felicity in the eye.

It's really strange, how can there be such hypocritical people who insist on saying liking something but thinking it's hate.

One night she stopped in front of him, stretched out her hand to twirl the ends of her hair, and slowly began to recite a prayer. But halfway through, she suddenly stopped and quietly looked up at Victor, like a child silently asking for a reward.

"You...recited it?"

Victor only felt a bitter taste in his throat, and the bitter taste spread all the way to his mouth, making it difficult for him to ask Felicity why he stopped reciting midway.

Is it a prank, a warning, or both?

No matter what, the saint must have discovered his thoughts to do this. Even if she disguised it with disgust and sarcasm, this immoral and dirty emotion could never be hidden in the dark.

"Come with me to the fountain, and I will continue to recite."

This is her application of her childhood teacher's advice that "as long as you can recite the text, you will be given candy". Although the main idea may not be quite right, the general direction is correct.

Hearing this, Victor lowered his head in confusion and met Felicity's eyes for the first time. His hands hanging at his sides slowly clenched into fists.

The heavy worry and disguised disgust made those eyes look even more awkward, and they began to resemble a proud cat hesitating whether to approach its owner.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

What's wrong?

What? Could it be that her fear showed directly on her face?

"Come with me."

Felicity shook his head and spoke briefly.

She didn't have the guts to go to the fountain alone again.

"Since you are not feeling unwell and today is not a day of prayer... why do you still go?"

Victor breathed a sigh of relief. He coughed awkwardly, looked away, and stared blankly at the fountain in the distance.

"Merlin doesn't like to be disturbed. He once said, 'If you are not sick or injured, you are not allowed to go near the fountain. No prayers or sacrifices are required. Just seek peace and tranquility.'"

Felicity nodded, not quite understanding.

Victor glanced quickly at Felicity, and his bright red eyes blinked several times in rapid succession, like an ignorant and confused child, and he didn't seem to understand at all.

His eyebrows twitched, and he turned his head to the side again and closed his eyes tightly. He was about to sneer again subconsciously, but the words he opened were obviously softened a lot because of Felicity's approach.

"This is outrageous... She is a saint after all, so why can't she even recognize the Son of God Keto who lives in the Vatican and is in charge of the ocean and medicine?"

"...Medical?"

Felicity keenly captured the key words.

"Merlin was born from the sea god Keto and a human priest. He is the son of a demigod..."

Victor stopped talking in a strange way.

He suddenly suspected that Felicity's ignorant and naive look was an act.

Even if she was indifferent, she was still a saint supported by the Church with morning dew and flowers. How could she really not be able to recognize the Son of God worshipped in the Church?

Sure enough, she was teasing him on purpose...

Perhaps in the eyes of the saint, his struggle with love and desire was ridiculous, and he was a good clown for daily entertainment.

There seemed to be a flickering flame burning in Victor's pupils.

He took a step forward, but then suddenly stiffened his body and took half a step back.

The saint should clearly know his intentions, but she always chooses to "forgive him" in a condescending tone.

He had chosen more than once to go into the confessional on the days when the saint was on duty, but he never got a different answer.

If cleansing is not possible, why forgiveness?

Is it fun to play him around?

Victor's pair of beautiful green eyes gradually lost their luster, and even the lively look that mocked Felicity was completely suppressed and wiped out, replaced by a dead silence without any ripples.

The spikes that had just been put away stood up again, and Victor felt his left chest becoming stuffy and swollen, and a ball of black mist quickly expanded. The ball of black mist was like a ferocious beast, rushing out of his body and tearing apart the culprit that had made him no longer himself.

Repentance had no effect, and the long-awaited divine punishment never came.

He shouldn't make the same mistake again, but at this moment and here, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress the surging emotions that were almost boiling.

Just when his reason was about to be unable to control his instincts, Xuebai suddenly moved closer, wrapped her soft palm gently around his clenched fist, and lifted it up with a slight tremor.

The saint's voice was calm, with obvious tension and panic, and her focused gaze was like a sweet rain that instantly moistened the thirsty throat.

"Stay with me."

However, these two short words without any emotion are like the most powerful calming spell in the world.

The irrational beast gradually calmed down, willingly lowered its head to put on the collar, and obediently returned to its master's body.

Victor slightly opened his lips, half closed his eyes, and trembled for a long time without answering.

Felicity waited for a while, but after a moment, her patience ran out. She simply grabbed Victor and moved towards the fountain.

That’s the Son of God who is in charge of medical care!

No matter what he did last week, she has to try to see if it can cure her illness!

When she thought of the possibility of recovery, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help curling up. Her rosy cheeks seemed like precious silk stained with the nectar of the finest roses, making people want to reach out and touch them carefully.

She walked forward regardless of everything in the sunlight, with such lightness that she seemed like a spirit of light who had come down to earth to announce the new life to mankind. It was so beautiful that people could not bear to disturb her.

But the elf was restrained in place by the sudden force. One night, he looked back in surprise and saw Victor biting his lower lip tightly, walking forward hesitantly and stiffly, muttering something in a weak voice.

One step, two steps...until the two were so close that they could hug each other with just their hands outstretched, Felicity could hear the question whispered by the other.

"...Can you tell me your real name?"