She Chooses To Destroy the World

Chapter 103



Chapter 103: The priest of the temple. …

Cecilian’s hand supported Alice’s head from behind, deepening the kiss.

His palm was placed on the back of her neck, and it was especially warm. With his arms around her, she could feel his strength, they were too close, and Alice could feel his breath.

Can it still be like this?

Alice’s eyes widened.

She was slightly dull, her mind was blank for a moment, and then she realized that it was a kiss.

The act of kissing, among humans, is usually not used as a seal of agreement, but… expresses intimacy and marks the progress of some feelings.

Even if Alice is blank in terms of feelings, she still knows this.

When she was in the tavern, she could always see the mercenaries and the big sisters in the tavern quietly hiding in the dark corners and kissing, but at that time she was young and thin-skinned, and she was embarrassed to stand by and look at it quietly. .

Are the big sisters kissing like this?

But in the impression… as if you should close your eyes?

Alice was a little uncertain whether she should close her eyes or not. During this time, her eyes opened wide and round.

Cecilian’s eyes were closed. Alice could see his eyelashes, and he could count them one by one.

The relationship between them had already crossed a certain line, driving in a direction that Alice had never considered in the first place. This is a bit surprising, but it seems to be taken for granted. The relationship between gods and believers shouldn’t have been this way. But if he seems to be her family…something is wrong. The feeling he gave her was completely different from that of the Duchess or the Archmage Tales.

Her life has been closely connected with him.

This kiss didn’t last long, because Alice was inexperienced and didn’t know how to breathe, a little breathless. But this could also be because of being overly excited, and Alice herself couldn’t tell.

They have known each other for a long time, but for a long time, all Alice could see was the phantom. When he appeared in front of her in the form of a human, she did not know how to deal with it, her cheeks were blushing, but she did not lower her head. Just staring at him.

Cecilian was also looking at her.

According to human standards, the girl in front of her is no longer suitable to be called a girl, but a young lady. She is twenty years old, not tall or short, she has a light and flexible figure, and her expression is bold and firm. Whether among the commoners or among the nobles, they can all be regarded as beauties. But she is not the kind of delicate beauty. She has a straight waist, strong arms, and her palms are rough because of holding a sword all the time, and she will show her teeth when she smiles. Some nobles might think that this behavior is rough, but her expression is so vivid that it makes it impossible to look away.

These are her beauty, anyone can appreciate it. But it’s not the part that Circelian cares most about. He likes to see her smile, he likes to see her frowning and thinking hard about what she is not good at, and he likes her firm look that she will never give up. Where do these likes come from? Why do gods have such emotions? Even Cecilian couldn’t understand it himself.

He gradually looked like a human when he was with her.

He rubbed her hair with his hands, deliberately messing up her hair a bit, making her look less serious. Alice slapped his hand and wrinkled her nose in protest:

“Don’t play with my hair!”

She looked at him a little angrily, not at all because he was a god, so she wouldn’t restrain her true feelings. This is also very cute.

He helped her straighten her hair again, just like they did when they lived in the barracks on the flanks of Yunqi Castle. Alice finally showed a satisfied expression, and they sat down together and began to discuss the future.

The war in the north is not particularly tense, and this is not the place of the God of Light. Therefore, whether it is Alice or Circillian, it is relatively relaxed here. But after the war was over, things were not that simple.

At that time, Alice will return to West Felix or the capital according to the order of the Duchess. The king is the base camp of the God of Light. If Cecilian goes with her, it will cause a war between the gods; but if she goes back alone, she will easily fall into the hands of God of Light.

Speaking of this, I really should thank Damian. If it weren’t because he replaced the position of high priest, even if Cecilian could wake up in other ways, he would definitely be in a very passive position, absolutely impossible. In this way, develop the faith in the Northland.

But Cecilian said that this situation will not last long.

“The high priest is the most important eyes and ears of the God of Light.” Cecilian explained to Alice, “The plane of the God of Light is different from mine. The rules of his plane and his nature determine that he cannot be like me. He appeared on this plane directly in the form of a human. He could only use the eyes and ears of his priests to observe the world. However, there were too many temples of light and priests everywhere, which would distract the God of Light. Walking around him When using the eyes and ears of priests everywhere and on the periphery, he sometimes ignores the center. Until he returns from the parade, he can understand what happened in the capital.”

“When the high priest dies, he should know it?” Alice asked, “After Damian poured a potion on the high priest’s body, the God of Light once used the high priest’s mouth to say a curse.”

Cecilian shook his head:

“That’s just some botched protection spells, in order to avoid the death of the high priest, the corpse is used by the necromancer.”

“I thought that only the believers of the Dark Night system understand spells.”

“The God of Light also has several spells.” Cecilian said, “but they are secretly stored in temples everywhere, and only the priests of the temple are qualified to watch. God of Light is not as good at handling himself as the God of Night Share the power of the believers.”

“So… God of Light may not know what happened right now?”

“He probably didn’t know at the time.” Cecilian corrected. “It has been so long, and the God of Light will not always check the situation of his most important high priest. After all, he still holds the world’s most powerful god. He may be deceived, or slack, but he can never be ignorant.”

“But Damian is still sitting in the position of the high priest.” Alice said. “There is no news about the high priest from the capital.”

“Perhaps he was just standing still,” Cecilian said. “He is a powerful god. If we only regard him as a faint king, we will definitely bear the price.”

Just as Alice and Circilian discussed the situation of the God of Light and the high priest in the camp in the Northland, Etienne was trying on a new drape in the royal temple.

In the past year, the chief priest of the Royal Capital Temple became more and more ill, and finally reached the point where he had to step down. As Etienne had guessed, because the two successive chief priests of the royal temple resigned due to illness, the final decision was not from the chief priests in various places, but from the deputy chief priests of the royal temple. The younger one is the chief priest of the Temple of the King’s City.

Etienne had no particular advantage among these people. Although he was favored by His Majesty the King, His Majesty’s opinion could not be used as a final reference in the matter of choosing the priest of the temple. The power to choose the chief priest of the Temple of the Royal Capital is basically in the hands of the high priest.

Etienne originally thought he would not be selected.

On the night before attending the palace ball, his appearance was a bit too rash. Why would he think he was qualified to go directly to the high priest’s room to meet him? Is it just because of his hair that is the same color as the royal family?

Etienne knew that he had messed things up. He once scolded himself a hundred times. He thought that when he was mobilized again, he would be sent to the temple in a remote war-torn area. When he got to that kind of place, he might never be able to return to the king’s capital alive.

Since then, every time Etienne had the opportunity to face the high priest, he always lowered his head and showed a respectful look, secretly hoping that the high priest could not remember his face. But this was in vain at first. He knew that the high priest knew him, remembered the color of his hair, and maybe he knew his life experience. If the high priest wanted revenge, he could plunge him into the abyss of despair with just one word.

Who can think of it? When it came time to choose the chief priest of the Royal Capital Temple, the high priest actually mentioned his name. Since that day, he has been busy seeing the tailor measuring the size, preparing for the ceremonies of being sealed, accepting the keys to the secret storeroom, and being told all kinds of things that only the priest of the temple is qualified to know… Until now he didn’t know the high priest. Why did you choose him?

It should have been a happy thing to be promoted to the temple priest of the royal capital, but he didn’t feel happy, only that there were many strange things here. That night the mysterious woman said something to the high priest, perhaps the high priest thought he had heard it. Etienne desperately recalled the situation that night, but did not recall anything worth thinking about.

Under normal circumstances, the chief priest of the Royal Temple can be counted as the default next high priest, so the high priest will only choose people he trusts to hold this position. After the events of that night, Etienne didn’t think the high priest would trust him.

If you think about it from a darker perspective, perhaps the high priest put him in this position, hoping that he will die as soon as possible. After all, the first two dead priests of the Royal Capital Temple were not very young, but they were actually not very old. They are also a little strange when they are sick. Maybe they weren’t sick in the first place, but were jealous and poisoned. Perhaps the high priest just wanted to kill him without getting his hands dirty.

Etienne has lived in the temple for more than ten years, and understands the behavior of the priests in the temple, but the conspiracy here is no less than that in other places.

The ceremony is about to take place tomorrow. At this moment, he is wearing a newly made white sacrificial cloak, standing alone in the empty hall, full of misery in his heart.

But at this moment, a solemn voice echoed in the hall, calling his name:

“Etienne.”


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