Chapter 307 If This Is a Dream, I Want to Take Care of Him

11 month 14 day.

late at night.

Agate District, Temple of Light.

"In the name of the goddess Terena, I pray that the blood of the Lamb will cover me, my family, my loved ones, and our property, and that a spiritual thorn fence will be built around us, and angels will be sent to protect us..."

As long as I was awake, I prayed.

But why?

Executions continued to take place, twice in one week.

They said it was because I prayed unfavorably.

It was because I, as Saint Yuna, did not pray sincerely that an earthquake occurred and people died.

Not at all.

The saint of the previous generation said this with a gloomy face when she handed over the so-called mission to me before she died... and taught me how to pray.

'Our value is to give them some comfort.'

'Be a scapegoat.'

'...'

I do not know.

When I came to my senses, I was already here. I should have died... but here. It's neither hell nor heaven.

After the previous generation of saint was executed, they found me and pointed at my nose and said.

"From now on, you are the new Saint Yuna."

"No matter what, you were guided by the goddess Terena, and you voluntarily abandoned everything in the past and became the goddess's most loyal believer. You are the saint who represents the goddess to give shelter to all living beings. Do you understand?"

'...'

Could this be the world after death?

do not know.

I have never stepped out of the temple, and can only take a peek outside the temple in the dead of night. There are ordinary residential houses, and there is a sense of existence.

I never thought about living.

I never thought that I could forget everything by changing places. No matter how strange it is, it makes no difference to me.

'You can only die if we want you to.'

"Do you understand?"

'...'

But that's the way it is here, there are lots of weirdos.

Even if I'm seriously injured, I can heal it in an instant. It's done with... magic.

"Goddess, I beg for your forgiveness... Please..."

What am I doing when I know that prayer is useless?

There is nothing else to do.

Apart from prayer, I have no value.

Even though I knew I would be executed the day after tomorrow like the last Saint, I couldn't just stand there in a daze.

"..."

I even felt happy.

it is finally over.

They were right, I didn't really pray with all my heart. I didn't believe in the goddess... I didn't have any faith in the exquisite statue standing before me.

When it comes to begging for forgiveness, I spend more time begging for my sins than praying to strangers...

"May he never have to suffer again."

"..."

"Clap."

The maid came in.

"Saint, a new saint has arrived. The priest said that he wants you to teach her how to pray."

"..."

I almost understand why the saint of the previous generation always looked at me with sympathy when she taught me.

I would say from time to time, if I hadn’t come here, I might have lived a happy life with this face.

But that's not right.

I came here because I was living a miserable life.

"Saint, Saint Lady..."

The new little girl knelt there in fear and trepidation, not daring to look at me.

"Okay, you stay here and learn from the Saint. In three days, the priests will check the results, and His Majesty will come too."

"..."

The little girl seemed even more frightened.

But I have no right to pity anyone. After all, I am going to die.

What to teach her?

Is it just a formal prayer? It can be found in the notes left by saints of all generations.

Posture etiquette?
That kind of thing, if you watch it more often, you will learn it.

"Don't be nervous."

"After coming here, prayer is not important. Luck... well, luck is the most important thing."

"..."

I ignored her confusion and continued to kneel before the statue devoutly, clasping my hands and continuing to pray.

Be it the past life or this life.

I have become indifferent to those painful things. I only have one regret.

“May he never be tormented by illness.”

"..."

"Lady Saint...what is this prayer?"

"..."

I looked at her and maybe smiled a little?

No answer to her.

I continued to pray.

"The price...anything is fine."

11 month 16 day.

early.

The Emperor of Rozaria has come to the temple, riding in a magnificent carriage.

what.

There was a toilet in the priest's carriage, but the emperor's huge carriage was even more luxurious... it had a kitchen, a bed, a bathroom, and everything.

"..."

I stood beside the priest, waiting for the emperor to get off the carriage. The next generation of saints stood behind me in fear.

By now she understood that the saint who had just taught her for two or three days was going to die.

"Wow--"

The emperor didn't get out of the car at all, he just reached out his hand from the window.

The carriage wheels continued to roll.

"Bring those believers who are unfaithful to the goddess to the execution ground!"

The priestess who taught me etiquette before now ordered people to take me to the execution platform with an expressionless face.

Just like when she first arrived, she also had an expressionless face as she ordered people to take the previous generation of saint to the execution platform.

11 month 16 day.

morning.

I stood on the extended stands.

It was like a natural execution platform, with a narrow path several dozen meters long extending from the top of such a high cliff.

weather is good.

I have been here before. The saint of the previous generation jumped down from where I was standing.

“Dear citizens!”

"I'm sorry... we failed to discover that the Saint was unfaithful to the Goddess."

"..."

The priest naturally published the article he had written long ago and muttered.

"Go to hell..."

"You should have died long ago!"

"Because of this stinky woman, my child... come down!!!"

"..."

Even though we were so far away, I could still hear the sound.

Completely undisguised anger.

Is this heaven or hell?
If it's nowhere, where will I go after I die here?

"Execution!"

After the priest finished his complicated words, he spoke again.

The iron chain that was holding me finally loosened. If I jumped down from here, I would definitely die.

My feet and hands were already hung with heavy, cold chains, and I was still wearing the clothes of a saint... with a veil. But because I was already an 'unfaithful' believer, I didn't need to wear a mask. Anyone could see me.

Can they see clearly? Can the people below see that I am not a believer at all, but just a dying woman?
I don't know what God is like.

But human power is limited. If I can’t even pray for one person, why should I expect that I can pray for everyone to be safe?

The last time I saw him secretly... a secret peek.

It's still very hard.

I live an ordinary, hard life and work in a company.

what can i do

If I show up again, it will only make me unhappy. I can say sorry to him in person, or I can leave a message without seeing him. It's just a way to comfort myself.

He doesn't need it at all.

"Time is up."

The priest shouted at the top of his voice, and the guard walked forward silently.

That means, if I'm afraid of death... I'll be pushed.

No need.

I have been dead for many years.

"May he...live a better life."

This is my final value.

No big deal, just jump.

"If... I could do something in person to make up for it, that would be great."

But, it will never be possible.

11 month 16 day.

morning.

Doma Autonomous Region.

Su Ming was also squeezed in the bustling crowd. He couldn't see the face of the so-called saint clearly because she was standing so high.

He only now realized that there was a natural 'hole' after jumping down from the execution platform. 'He had never thought of going over there to take a look before.

But it doesn't matter.

It could be a mysterious hole or the saint being executed.

It's better than charging in alone. What's going on with Philosopher's Blade now? Is it getting stronger or weaker... There are too many buffs, and to be honest, Su Ming can't tell the difference.

If you can save the saint in a less noticeable way, why do you have to make it known to everyone in the city?

11 month 16 day.

morning.

Su Ming moved to a place a little further away from the crowd. The place where they stood was safe, and they could also see the scene of the execution platform.

But the cemetery is very close to the hole. No one wants to come here. Just standing next to the hole makes you feel that the ground is not solid enough. Maybe it's because even the cemetery was swallowed by the hole, it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Someone has secretly laid a net here.

A large net was pulled up at the big hole that no one dared to approach. Su Ming didn't care who they were. If he hadn't spied on these people's activities in the past two days, and they seemed to want to save the saint, Su Ming would have had to find another way to find the saint up there.

"who?!"

"..."

Now it's much easier. Just accept the results they have prepared.

What an exaggeration.

They actually chose to spread such a large net to catch people. As expected, the most effective method is often the simplest and crudest. There is no need to think too much about it.

Is it because I have some strength that I am getting more and more used to not using my brain? I have to change this habit.

11 month 16 day.

noon.

The net did catch the Saint, and the spectators were satisfied and praised her with a "good death".

But in fact, this guy was completely unconscious after jumping down.

Just lie there on your side.

Her skin is so smooth... Why is the curve of her hips so obvious when she wears something that looks like a nun's uniform?

Oh.

There are safety pants inside and it's so obvious. The figure is a bit provocative.

Her face is also very straight. Her eyelashes are very long and naturally curled upwards. It is no exaggeration to say that they are better than An Shiyao's eyelashes after using eyelash cream.

But why does it look familiar?

"..."

impossible.

Yuna, if someone has come across such a name, it is impossible not to remember it.

Before I met An Shiyao, I had no luck with women. To put it in a pitiful way... before that, the only person I thought was good-looking was Technician No. xx.

11 month 16 day.

Night.

The Doma Autonomous Region has returned to its former indulgence.

Some people pursue extreme hedonism, while others just want to live an ordinary life.

But the two ideas cannot coexist.

"Give it to me... I saw you have money in your bag."

It's easy to encounter petty thieves in remote places when you go out at night.

"Next time you see me, be smart. Don't wait for me to ask before you take the money."

"..."

The person who was robbed sighed, as if he was used to it.

After they all left, Su Ming carried the Saint Girl out and headed for the small shabby house that had been built in advance.

Someone has robbed the saint who was going to save her, but I don't see anyone looking for her. But someone is definitely recruiting... I have to hide for now, at least until the first mission is over. I'll go back and see where An Xiaoxi is.

If this world is really just a small city that exists independently, a city in the sky that you can't go down to, or something like that...she can't be far away from me.

11 month 16 day.

late at night.

Su Ming tried to bring food and water.

Still staying in the small shack, lighting a candle.

"..."

The beautiful skin and hair still had body temperature, and the front of the slightly restrained chest was like a flower bud. The breath slapped the back of Su Ming's hand.

First of all, Su Ming didn't take off her clothes because he was shy.

After all, it's not okay for a saint who was just executed to walk around in this nun's outfit. She has to change.

Secondly, we need to check if she has any problem after jumping down, such as broken bones.

Her breasts are neither big nor small, maybe a little bigger than Xue’er’s, but a little smaller than An Shiyao’s.

Nun uniforms are too troublesome... you have to carry them everywhere. You might accidentally bump into them.

Why is the upper body normal but the lower body so erotic?

Especially the hip swing. The flesh is very thick. Just turning her over makes her swing...

"..."

After finally changing her clothes and giving her some water, Su Ming leaned against the wall after confirming that her breathing was normal.

"Clap."

Light a cigarette.

think.

Did you forget something?

"Dao Heart..."

"..."

Is it necessary to swear at this point?
Yao has already said openly that as long as it is not a random thing and there is a real reason... she won't say anything. Xue'er and the others are the same.

In other words, you can take it away at your own will.

No, no.

What kind of beastly idea is this?
Before I even started, I was thinking that I must have some experience that could convince them and I could bring it back with confidence.

What about conscience? !

Looking at the saint's peaceful sleeping face again, her hips were no longer so prominent after changing clothes.

"call……"

Let’s not talk about what experience you will have. If you really want to keep your heart in the Tao, aren’t there better ways to do it?
If one becomes more virtuous because his wife is too generous... then he is worse than an animal.

We cannot be like some people in the movie "Little Red Potato" who only know how to enjoy kindness, have no idea of ​​giving back, and take the other party's efforts for granted.

Now... although there are already 1.2.3.4.5... cough, 6 wives.

But it shouldn’t be too late…it should be.

Maybe I'll be able to face the people of Jiangdong with dignity this time... Yes, even if the people of Jiangdong have completely given up on me, what if there's a surprise?
11 month 17 day.

early morning.

"..."

She finally moved. Her eyelids twitched unconsciously.

"..."

Su Ming just kept watching.

Until she opened her eyes blankly.

"woke up?"

"If you're hungry, there's food. If you're thirsty, there's water."

"If you need to go to the toilet, go to the hut next door. I can't see you from here. It's safe. The environment is a bit simple, but you understand the current situation."

"As for why I saved you, I do good things occasionally. Don't think too much about it."

"..."

Why do you keep staring at me?
His eyes looked a little dull.

No way?
Natural fool?
The kind where the favorability level can reach 90 in an instant?

"cough."

"Don't be afraid, I have no interest in women."

It doesn't matter.

From today on, here... yes, at least I'm not interested here.

What kind of effort was that before?
Now it is called physical isolation from cheating.

"Don't go anywhere. Stay here for now. Wait until the storm passes and then figure out how to get out."

"I am a good person."

"..."

Su Ming had an inexplicable feeling.

He is now handsome. If they knew this, they would be very touched.

call……

Yes, I am indeed very astringent.

But a gentleman likes bitterness, and he takes it in a proper way. If you really don't want to, you will definitely be able to do it. What other possibilities are there for building a strange relationship with her?

"I changed the clothes."

I saw her lowering her head in a daze, staring at the cotton coat on her body.

Su Ming spoke again, "But I said, don't be afraid, I'm not interested in women, legs... you have to have leg hair to look good, understand?"

"..."

Is it true enough?
hiss.

Su Ming suddenly felt... a little sick.

11 month 17 day.

early morning.

I went to the cabin in a daze, and he thought I was going to the toilet...

"..."

Am I dreaming?

He is Su Ming.

Compared to many years ago, his voice is much more mature. His appearance has also changed a lot, but his foundation is still there. I won't make a mistake.

He didn't seem to recognize me.

That might be normal. Compared to his changes... I have changed more. I was dark and thin when I was young. Now I can barely be considered a woman.

"..."

I really feel like I'm dreaming.

impossible.

How could I meet him again here, in such a strange place? It was only possible in a dream.

I went back through the hut. He was still sitting there drinking water. He handed me food again.

Rice balls?
It felt heavy in my hand. I was really hungry, but I didn't want to eat at all. I just watched him out of the corner of my eye.

"Don't look at me. At least I saved you from dying, taking such a big risk."

"Give me some trust, at least? I really don't like women. I have no interest in them at all."

"..."

Not a dream.

It was my prayer that came true before I jumped.

"Su..."

"Water?"

He thought I wanted water and handed me the kettle.

I could sense that...his eyes unconsciously fell on my hips. I was aware that the only attractive part of my body was probably my hips.

Don't know me.

Like men? No... I don't understand. If it's just recognition of me, or just ordinary disgust, I don't need such an excuse.

My brain is a mess.

I didn't mention his name again. I drank water silently. The water entered my stomach... the cold feeling became more and more real.

"By the way, what's your full name? Yuna seems to be the title of a saint? Every saint is divided into first-generation and second-generation Yuna."

"…Just, Natasha."

"Really? My words, Su Ming."

"..."

I squeezed the kettle tightly, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.

If this is a dream before death, in the dream he doesn't know me and can treat me as a strange woman.

I feel a little breathless.

I know, I shouldn't do this. I should say... who am I.

But if they knew who I was, I'm afraid they wouldn't be willing to get so close to me, and they wouldn't talk to me normally.

If this is really a dream.

Even in a dream... I can give you everything I have to make up for it. Apologize.

No, it's not compensation at all. It's what I want. What's wrong is wrong, and there's no way to make up for it. I want to... take care of him, even just once. If I've been here for three years just for this moment, and I can get an illusory dream, then I'm really happy... The goddess is a good god. She's willing to answer my despicable prayer.

(End of this chapter)