Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 218 The Doubt of the Devout

Heidi sneezed suddenly, startling the young monk who was taking notes.

"Are you okay?" The young monk looked at the psychiatrist lady in front of him with some concern, "Is it because you are not feeling well? I feel something unusual..."

"I'm fine—maybe it's just the cool breeze blowing in the square just now, plus I was anxious and nervous before, and now I'm cold," Heidi waved her hand before the other party finished speaking, rubbing her nose and said, " Where did we go?"

"It is said that you saw two 'realities' superimposed in the city-state at the same time in a state similar to 'soul leaving the body', and the arrival of the Lost Land led to the stripping and annihilation of one of the realities," the young monk read. I glanced at the information I just wrote, and at the same time flipped through the previous content, "You also mentioned that you have a crystal pendant, and you found that the crystal pendant may be the key."

"The pendant is broken," Heidi thought for a while, nodded and said, "My father got the pendant from an antique shop, but I suspect neither my father nor the store manager knew about the pendant. Something special—it was just a giveaway, even...with a glassworks label."

"That is to say, an object with extraordinary power, but concealing its true appearance——due to a coincidence, it flowed into the lower city and came into your hands," the young monk said while lowering his head to record, "Can you tell me about the antique The situation of the store and some details of the pendant? This may help us grasp the more detailed real situation in the aftermath. After all, extraordinary items often have the ability to pull fate, and it may not be accidental to meet you. "

"Of course no problem," Heidi nodded immediately, and said what she knew. After explaining the general situation, she hesitated again, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Everyone... are you back?"

"According to the current situation... yes," the young monk nodded, "Although almost everyone can remember the scene of the city-state being burned by flames, everything is now back to the state before the disaster-the current Archbishop The interpretation of this by the judge and the judge is 'a historical pollution disaster at the level of a realistic invasion', but the specific details are yet to be made public."

Speaking of this, he paused, and added: "But your situation is the most special-almost everyone can't remember how the disaster ended, but you 'saw' the key process, so your testimony came to the fore. It matters."

"I understand," Heidi sighed softly, and then seemed to think of something suddenly, "Then I'd better report to my family first? It looks like I won't be able to go back for a while..."

"We have sent someone there," the young monk smiled, "you don't have to worry."

"Already notified? That's good," Heidi thought for a while, then nodded slightly, "Then let's continue, what else do we need to ask?"

"Okay, next question, do you remember the specific details of the ghost ship that floated in the two historical tracks, did you feel in a trance, hallucinations and hallucinations when recalling those details?"

……

Fanna came to the Great Cathedral.

This empty and sacred place seemed extremely quiet at the moment. Apart from the necessary guards at the entrance, there was only Bishop Valentine standing silently in front of the icon in the hall.

The sound of Fan Na's footsteps broke the tranquil atmosphere in the Great Cathedral.

Valentine turned his head. He has already removed the fine clothes and crowns that he only wears on special occasions. He is only wearing a simple robe and a soft hat. In addition to holding tightly in his hand the long staff representing the city-state bishop , looks no different from an ordinary old man.

Fanna came to Valentine with a calm expression: "The order in the church area has been restored, and the garrisons are going to the garrison in order to rectify the order of the city-state. The high-ranking priests have gone to the main factories to appease the steam core. At least we can Make sure that the 'Evening Bell' rings as usual, and the gas supply throughout the city will not be interrupted."

The old bishop was obviously relieved: "Thank you, Fanna."

"It should be," Fanna said calmly, "after the pollution subsides, the residual mental and cognitive confusion is still having an impact. It is difficult for untrained ordinary people to wake up from the previous disaster all at once. Now even the City Hall It's a mess all around and the 'professionals' will have to take over for the time being."

Valentine nodded, and then reminded: "In addition to ensuring the gas supply after nightfall, we also need to send additional night watchmen from each city, bringing enough lanterns and incense, and beware of anything 'running' in during the night... We just Having experienced a reality invasion, the foundation of reality that Purand is in is at its most fragile state. In addition, all night shelters in the city must be checked one by one. There may still be citizens who are too nervous to lock themselves inside... Once the shelter is inside The Holy Oil runs out, and those panicked refugees are going to be a big problem."

Fan Na nodded: "I understand, I will make arrangements later, and I will personally lead the team to inspect the key areas in the evening."

"...You can leave it to your deputy," Valentine looked at the young judge in front of him with a little worry, "Go and rest after dealing with the matter at hand, you are still injured."

"After returning to the cathedral, the injury has basically healed," Fan Na said immediately, and looked up and down at the old man in front of her. "Your previous 'injury' is more serious than mine..."

"Can it be the same?" Valentine said with a straight face, "I have recovered from the historical pollution, but you actually killed the entire city-state twice inside and outside the curtain! I can see your weakness at the moment."

Fanna didn't say anything, she just turned around silently, raised her head, and under the light of the candle and gas lamp, quietly stared at the icon of the storm goddess Gomona.

There was a brief moment of silence in the cathedral, until Valentine broke the dead silence: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about how to write the second half of this report," Vanna sighed, "When the Pope wants to know about the disaster in Prand, how should we explain to her how all this happened?" finished?"

The expression on Valentine's face was suddenly a little exciting.

"In a sense... well, there is no need for 'a certain meaning'," the old bishop held back for a long time, and could only sigh like Fan Na, "The fact is that the arrival of the Lost Country extinguished the end. The historical pollution brought by the missionaries and prevented the black sun that is about to be born in the world. Although we don’t know what the ghost captain’s purpose is for doing all this, there is no doubt..."

The old bishop stopped, and after nearly half a minute of silence, he had no choice but to speak in a deep voice: "Prand survived because of the arrival of the Lost Country."

"Perhaps, he came here for the 'Shard of the Sun'." Fan Na actually had a lot of thoughts in her heart, but she didn't express all her thoughts, "Do you still remember the 'White Oak'? The ship encountered the Lost Homeland head-on, and finally retreated, only Anomaly 099 was hijacked—perhaps, the purpose of that 'Captain Duncan' is simpler than everyone imagined."

"Stealing sun fragments and stealing an anomaly is not a concept," Valentine shook his head, "but you are right, this is indeed the only explanation that can be thought of at present, if the Pope needs an answer, then this It is also the only answer we can give... For the rest, we can only report everything that happened here truthfully, and see what conclusions the priests of the Cathedral of Storms can discuss."

Fan Na hummed lightly, then turned her head again, her eyes once again falling on the icon of the goddess.

"Your mood is still very restless." Having known each other for many years, Valentine can certainly sense that something is wrong with Fanna, "Fanna, we have already discussed the affairs of the city-state and the church, and now there is something shaking your mind. will?"

"I'm... all right."

"We have known each other for many years," Valentine shook his head, "Although you are on the same level as me in terms of priesthood, you have always regarded me as a trustworthy elder in getting along with you—I can see that, You've been in a bit of a state since you came back, what happened?"

Fanna was silent for a while, she looked up at the veiled goddess, and after a while, she lowered her eyes to look at her own body.

Dante Wayne's words still seemed to ring in her ears.

In the fire 11 years ago, in the "fire source" that missionaries used to start the pollution of history, my uncle...in fact, he couldn't save himself.

That fire was the beginning of historical pollution, and it was the dividing line between "official history" and "pseudo-history". Split into two diametrically opposite "world lines".

In other words, she, who died on the night of the fire... shouldn't have survived.

It is the "blessing of the subspace" that keeps him alive until today.

The frenzied cry of the preacher at the top of the bell tower is still in my ears——

"You die and come back to life, and you will live and die again..."

She has risen from the dead.

But did not come back to life.

The appearance of the Lost Homeland interrupted all this.

Now, she is still standing here, breathing the air of the world and enjoying the warmth of the living.

Even the Storm Goddess is still blessing herself, using the moist power of the sea breeze to heal all the injuries she suffered from the previous battle.

This even caused Fanna to have a confusion related to the goddess for the first time in her life——

The Goddess of Storms... Could it be that she doesn't care about the fact that she survived due to the "blessing of the subspace"?

And this confusion continued to expand, and what she could think of made Fanna shudder even more——

According to what the final preacher and Captain Duncan said, the entire city-state of Purland at this moment has actually been soaked by the flames of the Lost Country, and everyone in this city-state, even the land itself, has been killed. "blasphemous heresy".

However... the blessings in the cathedral are still there, and the prayers of every deep-sea priest in Purand to the goddess are still answered as before.

For the first time in her life, Fan Na had doubts about her long-standing beliefs.

(End of this chapter)