There are things in the world that you cannot escape. Even if you run away to the ends of the earth, what is supposed to come will still come.
For example, fate.
There is no other way but to face this fate that follows you like a shadow.
Although facing your fate head-on may not be effective, trying to escape will result in harsher penalties.
Yuffie understands this.
In fact, more than just understanding, it turned out that she was dealing with the irresistible fate every day.
On the day she accepted her fate for the first time, she was woken up early by her attendants. When the sky was still dark, she was already sitting in the center of the tall altar, surrounded by a group of white-robed priests.
The bishop in red was reciting complicated and obscure scriptures, and the supreme pope in gold knelt in front of her and kissed her toes.
At that time, she did not follow the rule of bowing her head to receive baptism. Instead, she raised her head directly and let the holy water in the priest's hand splash directly into her eyes.
The holy water was very clear, almost colorless, and much clearer and more transparent than ordinary mountain springs. But when this magical holy water actually splashed into her eyes, the originally cold holy water was so hot that she thought her eyes were being burned.
burn.
At this time, she was holding back the pain.
No noise can be made to disrupt the ceremony.
This is what those people emphasized to her time and time again in front of her.
Even if her behavior just now has caused flaws in the ceremony, those people will not pursue it. But as long as she lets out a scream that sounds like a buzzing mosquito, those people's eyes will be full of anger.
The clothes she was wearing were soaked by the holy water, and the female priests next to her immediately helped her take them off.
Naked, she stood in the middle of the baptistery of the altar. The cold wind in the early morning was so cold that it felt like a knife cutting her wet body.
At this time, no one was looking at her thin body, because they all knelt down and buried their heads.
Only the cardinal, who was reciting scriptures with his eyes closed, still stood in the audience. After reciting a certain section, everyone raised their hands and called God's name, praising God's past achievements.
This episode lasted for a long time, at least in her memory.
This also gave her time to look at things around her, after all, she wasn't even allowed to turn her head at first.
Only then did she realize that there was a group of well-equipped knights in white armor guarding the altar.
These knights, who were so numerous that they could surround the vast altar in circles, were silent, as if they were cold statues.
The Templars existed "just in case" and these were the knights who were meant to protect her.
But at the time, she felt that they were here to prevent her from escaping.
Of course, this idea is obviously ridiculous, because if she escapes, where can she go? She has nowhere to escape.
At this time, she looked up at the sky again, and a huge sunrise appeared in the sky. She immediately lowered her head, because she knew that the time that allowed her to move freely had passed.
After a while, the female priests came over again, put a crown on her which was still heavy for her age, put a scepter in her hand, and put a warm robe on her shoulders.
After that, she was picked up by the Pope, who had already put on her attire, and placed her on the highest throne. The Pope turned around and stood with his back to her.
The old man raised his hands high, holding the rising sun above his head, and announced to those people: "Our saint is born!!"
Because her back was turned to her, she couldn't see the man's expression. But sitting on the high throne, she could see all the other people's faces.
Their expressions were all so joyful, and the eyes they looked at her were so hot, as if the holy water dripping into her eyes stung her and made her want to scream.
"Liana, congratulations on becoming the new saint who guides us." The Pope paused for a moment, coughed slightly, and then announced her fate to people: "You will give up everything before, inherit the name of Saint Liana, and serve as Chuyang
hope to lead the world in the right direction.”
The Pope, the man respected by everyone, finally turned around.
His tall figure enveloped her and swallowed her up. This man spoke a name that was familiar to her, a name that she had longed for a long time ago.
When this special name really hung on her head, she felt so uncomfortable.
The man raised his chin, looked down at her, and asked her: "Liana, are you ready to take on heavy responsibilities?"
She looked up at the old man, who was actually gray-haired. She paused and swallowed before answering:
"I'm ready."
It seems to give you space to choose, but in fact there are no redundant options, right?
Because this is... fate, a fate that has been decided a long time ago and there is no way to do anything about it.
They began to praise their new name, praise the deeds of the successors of this name, and attach to her the achievements of those great people who had long become myths.
People began to pray to her to let her perform feats better than those people.
She still remembered exactly what the group of people were doing at that time.
The people were so uniform, no matter what rank they were, the priests were bowing to her, and all the knights held their spears high and swore allegiance to her.
Yes, everyone is recognizing her, praising her, and expressing their respect for her with exaggerated words and humble actions.
However, she was... not happy at all. Sitting on the large throne, she felt so small.
The expressions of these people were so consistent that she began to wonder if they were wearing exquisite human skin masks.
He looks warm but is actually cold, looks friendly but is actually indifferent.
These people all wore such weird masks, which frightened her.
"Liana, are you still listening?"
The most noble being was still standing beside her. Only then did she realize that she had not yet confirmed the man's expression, so she raised her head to look at his face.
"ah!"
This time, she screamed in surprise.
Because that person's face is...
"Mother!!"
A girl's childish voice tore apart all this absurdity, and she was brought back to reality.
"Well?!"
She opened her eyes with a slight surprise and found two girls in front of the bed looking at her anxiously.
Indeed, her situation is indeed worrying.
Not only was she pregnant at this time, the fetus in her belly seemed to be unable to be comforted.
But at this moment, what she cared about was not the pain in her uterus, but the two very familiar girls in front of her.
He was especially concerned about the girl whose eyes were filled with tears and who kept shouting at her.
To be precise, what she cared about was the name the girl called her——
"Mother"
It's strange that her thoughts are extremely confused.
She felt that she had forgotten many important things, so much so that she asked herself this question that would soon seem ridiculous: