Heidi suddenly sneezed hard, startling the young monk opposite who was taking notes.
"Are you okay?" The young monk looked at the psychiatrist in front of him with some worry, "Are you feeling unwell? You 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 person finished speaking, and said while rubbing her nose, "
Where were we?"
"Speaking of the fact that you saw two 'realities' superimposed on the city-state at the same time in a state that is close to 'soul separation', and the arrival of the Lost Home caused the stripping and annihilation of one of the realities," the young monk said
He glanced at the information he had just written, and at the same time flipped through the previous content, "You also mentioned that you have a crystal pendant, and you realized that the crystal pendant may be the key."
"The pendant is broken," Heidi thought for a moment, nodded and said, "My father got the pendant from an antique store, but I doubt that neither my father nor the store manager knew about the pendant.
What's special - it's just a gift, even...with the label of a glass workshop."
"In other words, an item with extraordinary power but concealing its true appearance flowed into the Lower City by coincidence and came into your hands," the young monk said while lowering his head to record. "Can you please tell me about that antique room?"
What are the conditions of the store and some details of the pendant? This may help us grasp a more detailed real situation in the aftermath. After all, extraordinary objects often have the ability to influence fate, and its encounter with you may not be accidental.
"
"Of course it's no problem," Heidi nodded immediately and said what she knew. After telling the general situation, she hesitated again and finally couldn't help but say, "Is everyone... back?"
"Judging from the current situation... yes," the young monk nodded, "Although almost everyone has the scene of the city-state being burned by flames in their memory, everything has now returned to the state before the disaster - the current Archbishop
The Inquisitor explained this as 'a historical pollution disaster of realistic invasion level', but the specific details have yet to be made public."
Having said 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 is
It’s important.”
"I understand," Heidi sighed softly, and then seemed to think of something suddenly, "Then it's best for me to tell my family that I'm safe first? I won't be able to go back for a while..."
"We have already sent people," the young monk showed a smile, "you don't have to worry."
"Already notified? That's good," Heidi thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "Then let's continue. What else do we want to ask next?"
"Okay, next question, do you remember the specific details of the ghost ship that appeared in the two historical trajectories? Did you have any trances or hallucinations when you recalled those details?"
…
Vanna came to the Great Cathedral.
This empty and sacred place seemed particularly 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.
Fanna's footsteps broke the peaceful atmosphere in the Great Cathedral.
Valentine turned his head. At this moment, he had removed the costumes and crowns that were only worn at special moments. He was only wearing a simple robe and a soft hat. In addition to holding the long staff representing the city-state bishop in his hand,
, looks no different from an ordinary old man.
Vanna came to Valentine with a calm expression: "Order in the church area has been restored. The garrison troops are heading to the garrison in order to reorganize the city-state order. The senior priests have gone to various major factories to appease the steam core. At least before nightfall, we can
Ensure that the 'twilight bell' rings as usual and the city's gas supply will not be interrupted."
The old bishop was obviously relieved: "Thank you for your hard work, Fanna."
"It should be," Fanna said calmly. "After the pollution subsided, 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. Now even the city hall
The whole place is in chaos, and the only way is for the 'professionals' to take over order for the time being."
Valentine nodded, and then reminded: "In addition to ensuring the gas supply after nightfall, we also need to send more night guards to each city, bringing enough lanterns and incense to be careful of anything 'running' in at night... We just
After experiencing a reality invasion, Plande's reality foundation is at its most fragile state. In addition, all night shelters in the city must be checked one by one. There may still be overly nervous citizens who have locked themselves inside... Once inside the shelter
When the holy oil is exhausted, those panicked refugees will become a big problem."
Fanna nodded: "I understand. I will make arrangements later. I will personally lead the team to inspect key areas in the evening."
"... Just leave it to your deputy," Valentin looked at the young judge in front of him with a little worry. "Go and rest after handling the matter at hand. You are still injured."
"The injury has basically healed since we returned to the cathedral," Fanna said immediately, and looked the old man in front of her up and down, "Your previous 'injury' was more serious than mine..."
"Can it be the same?" Valentin 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 how weak you are at this moment."
Vanna didn't say anything, she just turned around silently, raised her head, and quietly stared at the icon of the storm goddess Gemona under the glow of candlelight and gas lamps.
There was a short silence in the cathedral until Valentine broke the silence: "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about how to write the second half of this report," Vanna sighed. "When His Majesty the Pope wants to know about the disaster in Pland, how should we explain to her how all this happened?
finished?"
The expression on Valentine's face suddenly became a little exciting.
"In a sense... well, it doesn't have to be 'in a sense'," the old bishop held it in for a long time, and could only sigh like Fanna, "The fact is that the arrival of the Homeless Ship destroyed the end of the world.
The missionaries brought historical pollution and prevented the Black Sun that was about to be born in the world. Although we don’t know what the purpose of the ghost captain is in doing all this, there is no doubt..."
The old bishop stopped and was silent for nearly half a minute before he had to speak in a deep voice: "Plande survived due to the arrival of the Homeless Ship."
"Perhaps, he came here for the 'Sun Shard'." Vanna actually had a lot on her mind, but she did not express all her thoughts. "Do you still remember the 'White Oak'? Then
The ship had a head-on encounter with the Homeless, and finally escaped without any damage. Only Anomaly 099 was hijacked—perhaps, the purpose of 'Captain Duncan' was simpler than everyone imagined."
"Stealing sun fragments and kidnapping an anomaly are not the same concepts," Valentine shook his head, "But you are right, this is indeed the only explanation that can be thought of at the moment. If His Majesty the Pope needs an answer, then this
This is the only answer we can give... The only thing left is to report everything that happened here truthfully and see what conclusion the priests of the Cathedral of Storms can come up with."
Fanna hummed slightly, then turned back and her eyes fell on the goddess's icon again.
"Your mood is still very uneasy." Valentin, who has known her for many years, can certainly detect that something is not right with Vanna. "Fana, we have discussed the city-state and the church, and now there is something shaking your mind.
will?"
"I...it's okay."
"We have known each other for many years," Valentin shook his head. "Although you are my equal in terms of priesthood, when we get along, you have always regarded me as a trustworthy elder - I can see that,
You haven't been in a good state since you came back, what happened?"
Vanna was silent for a while. She looked up at the veiled goddess. After a while, she lowered her eyes again and looked at her own body.
Dante Wayne's words seemed to still echo in her ears.
In the fire eleven years ago, the "source of fire" used by the missionaries to open up historical pollution, his uncle... was actually unable to save him.
That fire was the beginning of historical pollution and the dividing line between "official history" and "pseudo-history." The people who died that night really died, and after that fire, the destruction and survival of Plande was
It split into two completely opposite "world lines".
In other words, she, who died on the night of the fire...should not have survived.
It is the "blessing of subspace" that allows me to live until today.
The preacher's frantic shouting from the top of the bell tower was still in my ears——
"You are resurrected from the dead, and you will also be resurrected from the dead..."
She has risen from the dead.
But he died before he was born again.
The appearance of the Lost Home interrupted all this.
Now, she is still standing here, breathing the earthly air and enjoying the warmth of the living.
Even the Storm Goddess is still sending blessings to herself, using the power of the sea breeze to heal all the injuries she suffered from previous battles.
This even gave Vanna a confusion related to the goddess for the first time in her life——
The Storm Goddess...doesn't she care about the fact that she survived due to the "blessing of subspace"?
And this confusion continued to expand, and the things she could think of made Fanna shudder even more——
If one goes by what Missionary Nayan and Captain Duncan said, the entire city-state of Pland at this moment has actually been soaked in the flames of the Lost Home. Everyone in this city-state, and even the land itself, has been
It is a "blasphemous heresy".
However... the blessings in the cathedral are still there, and the prayers of every deep-sea priest in Purnd to the goddess are still answered as before.
For the first time in her life, Vanna had doubts about her long-held beliefs.