All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

It is a painting woven on cotton cloth. The delicate silkworm thread outlines the girl's drooping eyebrows and beautiful water-colored hair. The graceful figure is looming under the plain white dress, and the slender fingertips gently twist a crystallized branch.

The background behind the girl is "painted" extremely abstract. Under the holy light, the shadow of the tree can be vaguely seen.

"This is the silk brocade that every household in Belluccis will have. It is the great saint who is woven."

My sight caught the woman's attention. Fortunately, she didn't doubt anything. It's just that his fingers clasped his chest, and he bowed his head deeply toward the painting of Ahiline.

"The goddess has mercy on the people who have suffered from the war. He bestows on a pair of children of the prophet. Girls have compassion and beauty, and boys have wisdom and strength."

"They will always guide the people of Beluxis."

The candle was burning in the stone-brick fireplace, and the faint light of the fire reflected the mud-grey walls and the thin figure of the woman. With her eyes closed with fine lines, her face, which has been vicissitudes of life from poverty and labor day after day, revealed a serene and pure smile that I had never seen before.

Is this the power of religion? Give nobility to the poor.

I looked away from the woman's face and fell on the exquisite cotton painting hanging on the mud wall. I didn't feel any magical power from the paintings of women's clothing by Ashley. Can't understand the mood of this devout woman.

It's just that there are still some details to be found in this painting.

"So this saint. Is it the daughter of the archbishop?"

"Yes. She is the child of the prophet bestowed by the goddess."

I don't want to struggle with this unwavering believer about the child's biological perspective, whether there is a problem with God (not to mention that I still know that she does exist). I then asked.

"This cotton painting is exquisite in terms of workmanship and materials." It is so gorgeous that it doesn't seem to be something that would appear here, "So. Is this something the cathedral gave to the believers?"

"Yes." The woman nodded frankly, "Everyone in Belluccis will go to the cathedral after birth and be baptized under the holy tree. The cathedral will also give a portrait of the saint of every family."

Sacred tree-the world tree. In the sacred scriptures of Belluccis, people listen to the female sacred oracles through this tree and enjoy the grace of the goddess. It can be said to be the sustenance of faith.

But I am interested in another feature of it. It is a crystalline "tree" carved from a huge, impurity-free magic core.

Although the official Bailuxis did not explain. But I guess it is the "Mana" owned by Belluccis.

Endless energy, a real miracle. With his words, building a floating city is no problem.

"We came by boat from a faraway place. I saw a huge castle suspended above Belluccis on the sea." With the light of the fire, I looked at the woman in front of me earnestly, not missing the slightest expression on her face. "I've never heard of this kind of thing in Bleusis, do you know what it is?"

"Ah. That's "Floating City Aria"."

The woman replied very simply. Even thinking of something good, he smiled with joy.

Realizing that she didn't lie but gave me a feeling of "finished". I couldn't help taking a sip of water, and continued, "Floating City Aria...what is that. Is it the place that appears in the holy scripture?"

"Yes. That is the residence of the goddess after he descended into the world." The smiling woman looked at me with a look of "you know well", "The time prophesied in the holy scripture is coming. It will be all mankind. Relief."

That's the end of all mankind, right?

However, this spit on the lips turned into a difficult "thank you". The hospitable women were not dissatisfied with my offense. She scooped out three bowls of hot milk from the urn hung in the fireplace and put them on the table. This was already their best gift for entertaining guests.

"...This lady—"

"I just sleep in the same room with the two of them. We are travelers and don't care so much."

The woman's hesitating and embarrassed gaze suddenly turned into consternation. But when he thinks of the "goddess"'s respectful teachings to him on weekdays, the astonishment immediately turns into a polite and friendly smile. After saying hello, he walked into the house to clean up the beds for us.

After all, there are many restrictions on women in this world. It is estimated that there is only one "female traveller" like me in the entire continent.

"This evil|religion is quite convenient."

A passive wind rose out of thin air, and the green fluorescence mixed with it disappeared immediately. The glass of milk I was about to touch was unceremoniously robbed. The unscrupulous priest was sitting on the only chair in the living room like an uncle, holding his warm milk in his hand unceremoniously.

"I advise you to be more careful. Don't be punished someday."

Dark dead fish eyes looked at Adam blankly. I reached for another glass of milk and leaned my back against the wall. Two cups of steaming hot milk were taken away. The owner of this last cup obviously didn't mean to take it.

I looked at Arnold on the side. He leaned against the wall like me, standing by the door. The hemp cloak covered his upright figure tightly, including that handsome face and unique aqua-blue hair. The only eyes exposed were also unable to see the original color under the orange flame.

Said it was a photo of Axilain's women's clothing. But he is more like Arnold in essence. Whether it is appearance or temperament.

After all, it was Arnold's "prototype". He was created in the shape of the "Holy Son" in the legend.

If it weren't for Heron Oz, he took him out of the underground facility.

Then the one who is now worshipped as a god... is Arnold.

etc! In this case--

"What's wrong."

The cold voice suddenly pulled my thoughts out of the abyss. I looked at those ice-colored eyes with hindsight, and didn't reply.

"……nothing."

I didn't find my voice until the sound of steady footsteps sounded. And Arnold was already standing in front of me, looking down at me.

The ice-colored eyes were still so pure, unable to read his emotions. And just as I was about to say something to ease the atmosphere forcibly, he raised his hand, reached into the cloak, and gently stroked my cheek.

The white gloved right hand feels soft to the touch, but cold. But those eyes that reflected the firelight were warm.

This is the first time I have seen this color in Arnold's eyes. No. Maybe it has always existed but I didn't find it. Maybe it was he deliberately hidden, and he didn't want to let me discover it.

"are you tired?"

Questioning tone. He even said it cautiously.

"……nothing."

Facts have proved that human beings can become repeaters in some extreme situations.

Staring round eyes. Dry sound. The heart was beating involuntarily, and my eyes couldn't leave the ice color.

"Get a good rest tonight."

After a cold whisper, the hand touching his cheek left. Too late to stay.

...Do you still want to keep me as a young girl! !

"

Just when I couldn't help but want to cover my face with my hands and twisted like a maggot, a discordant sound resembling a cassette of a repeater rang out. The corner of his mouth that was just about to be raised instantly turned into a straight line. I turned my head blankly and looked at Adam sitting in the chair.

"Don't look at me like this. My heart is still very delicate."

The blond priest grinned, his blue eyes lacked highlights. The plaster facial muscles conveyed his mood at the moment very well-he gave me an extremely mocking smile.

"Is it no, too, good to abuse the lonely person in the middle of the night? Especially this person came from a long way for you."

"Ah. That's really hard for you. Thank you."

"There is no sincerity at all."

"If you want me to thank you sincerely, then be normal, you unscrupulous priest."

It's different from Adam and me who quarreled. Arnold has always been very calm. He didn't join us in the meaningless quarrel, he just opened the door and went outside.

"It's true that this place is also under Edward's surveillance. It is always right to leave a personal vigil."

The empty cup was put back on the table with milk stains. Adam slumped in the chair with Erlang's legs tilted, and his short golden hair was also messed up because of his movements.

"So. Did you just think of something terrible?" Bi-colored eyes looked at me. Adam's voice was steady, "It must be about jellyfish. Otherwise, you wouldn't look at him with that kind of eyes."

... So, is the look in Arnold's eyes so obvious when I just saw it? No wonder he came over to worry about me.

"I just thought of it suddenly. The goddess entrusted to Edward in the scriptures are a man and a woman, right."

As I sorted my thoughts, I lowered my voice to Adam and said, "So Ashleyn is actually. It is because Arnold left Belluccis that he had to play two people alone. So—"

"The voice doesn't need to be that low. I have already set up a barrier here." Adam raised his little finger and pressed his ears blankly, "Besides, he didn't mean to listen."

I paused. Although a little speechless, he continued.

"So. In the original plan,'Arnold' had two people."

"One man and one woman. They represent the saint son and saint woman."

"It's just that Heron Oz turned back halfway. So only one of the two androids that should have been made was completed."

There is no fluctuation on the handsome face. Adam just watched me quietly, waiting for my final conclusion.

I don't think that the artificial humans that Edward has worked so hard to create will only have the role of "symbolism". When they created Arnold, they were not satisfied with the body. Herron Oz taught his thoughts and even handed him the "Bad Cube" which recorded all the knowledge on the ancient and modern continents.

They are creating "gods" artificially.

"Aria is the place where the goddess lives in the legend. So it's impossible for a big city in the sky to not attract the attention of other countries? With Edward's character, he must have done this with absolute certainty."

Let me think from Edward's point of view. He believes that "God" must be body and wisdom. And the cube is in Arnold's hands.

"...So he found the body."

The black pupils dilated suddenly. I can't help but shout, who understands everything.

"Lilia!!!"

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Originally wrote a lot. But because the jj is all stuck [vomiting blood]

I was beaten back by the teacher to rewrite my thesis as soon as I wrote 5000. We are destined to see you again