novelraw Chapter 66 – This is an order
Chapter 66 – This is an order
"Roye, you are the Saintess, you must serve Her Grace the Goddess well."
"Roye, as the Saintess, you must set an example. How can you be so playful?"
"Roye, go recite the scriptures!"
"Roye, why haven't you awakened this time either?"
"Roye, I brought you out of the orphanage hoping you would become an excellent Saintess."
"Roye, don't let me down."
"Roye..."
Roye opened her eyes and found herself still in the familiar orphanage, the familiar alley.
How many times has it been now?
Even though she had died many times, why does this endless cycle continue?
"Roye, the Demi-human nation... revenge..."
"Stop... stop..."
Roye closed her eyes in pain, covering her ears, kneeling on the ground as tears rolled down her pale cheeks and fell to the ground.
Her life had always been like this, taken from the orphanage to the Holy See, trained as the temple's Saintess.
Every day was filled with rigorous study of difficult and obscure knowledge.
Constantly sent into the gale, under waterfalls, into flames for tempering, healed by divine magic when injured, yet she could never awaken.
She was like a puppet controlled by others, a marionette, endlessly repeating the orders and teachings of the previous Saintess.
She was just a failure wearing the guise of a Saintess.
She had never lived for herself.
In the pitch-black night, the cold wind howled fiercely, and the sound of leaves clashing could be heard from time to time.
In the distance came the chaotic sounds of footsteps and shouts of battle.
Roye opened her eyes, and in the mottled, dilapidated alley, many fleeing Demi-humans appeared around her.
Again, this endless nightmare.
She pursed her lips, stood up, and shouted loudly, trying to rally everyone together, to stop running around like headless chickens, but still, no one could see her.
The sound of hooves echoed behind her, accompanied by the clanging of armor and weapons, as many Demi-humans were brutally killed, a head still frozen in fear rolled to a stop at Roye's feet.
Darkness spread to Roye's side, leaving only her alone.
The brutal imperial soldiers surrounded her, grinning like demons ready to devour.
Roye's face turned pale, and she turned to flee desperately, the scene before her eyes shifting bizarrely.
One moment it was a dark, shadowy forest, the twisted silhouettes of trees looming; the next, it was a mottled, dilapidated alley, blood splattered everywhere, bodies strewn about; then it was the goddess's temple, the statue of the goddess with broken wings weeping tears of blood.
Everywhere were the dead, blood pooling into rivers, even reaching her knees.
"Ah..."
Not knowing what she tripped over while running, Roye let out a pained cry and fell into a corner.
Beside her, the statue weeping blood was shattered on the ground, the hollow eyes of her fellow Demi-humans' broken bodies staring blankly at her, the scene gradually dyed in blood, and blood rain began to fall from the dark night sky.
A group of imperial soldiers, faces like evil spirits, raised their longswords, stabbing toward the girl cowering in the corner.
Roye closed her eyes in despair, a bitter smile of relief barely forming on her lips.
Let her die, she no longer wanted to bear such heavy burdens, to endlessly repeat this nightmare.
"Clang!"
"Stand up!"
A deep male voice rang in her ears, and Roye opened her eyes in confusion.
Something seemed different.
In her vision, a phantom-like, heroic figure stood before her, blocking the soldiers' longswords.
In this hellish alley, the golden battle aura emanating from the man became a beam of light piercing the darkness.
"E... Eaglehold Lord?"
Roye murmured in disbelief, wondering why she would see that man here.
The Eaglehold Lord, composed of soft light, turned and looked at her coldly, throwing the longsword in his hand to the ground before her with a "clang."
"Pick it up!"
Roye looked at the longsword before her, then at the Eaglehold Lord's cold expression, pursed her lips, and tremblingly picked up the longsword from the ground, using the mottled wall of the alley to stand up.
She didn't know why, but whenever she faced this fierce man, she felt like a puppet, obeying his will.
"Good, now, go fight! You are the Demi-human Saintess, not a worthless failure!"
Still as cold as the wind, his scolding showed no sympathy for her miserable situation.
Yet Roye didn't feel wronged at all, instead, a strange sense of joy and peculiar feeling surged in her heart.
She thought she must be broken.
A tingling sensation spread through her body, a sickly blush creeping onto her delicate face.
Roye's lips trembled, her eyes somewhat dazed, as she stammered:
"Is... is this an order?"
The man before her cracked a cold smile, affirming: "Yes, it's an order, an order to live for yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, in Roye's vision, the Eaglehold Lord composed of soft light began to dissipate in the night wind without hesitation.
As if he no longer cared about her life or death.
Darkness swept in again, but Roye now had a longsword in her hand.
"This... this is an order..."
"Live on..."
...
"Loli, do you think she can sense the Breath of the Wilds?"
Sylvie observed the fox-eared girl on the bed, who showed no signs of movement, and asked uncertainly.
Loli blinked. She had just used her power to help Roye guide an insight, which should have been successful, but she was still unsure, troubled:
"She should be able to sense it... but what exactly she can sense depends on her."
"So I'm not sure if this insight will help her fight against the nightmare."
"Forget it, do our best and leave the rest to fate."
Sylvie looked at the sky outside the window; it was already late at night, the cold wind howling, and a storm was raging.
Today, Loli was already very tired, and Sylvie didn't want her to continue toiling, so he smiled at the little maid and said:
"Since she's not in immediate danger, let's not keep watch, let's go to sleep."
"Master... it seemed like there was thunder outside just now..." Loli looked scared, snuggling closer to him.
Sylvie knew Loli had always been afraid of thunder, so he affectionately tapped the little maid's nose, then bent down, picked her up, and carried her back to his room.
"Come, let Master hold you, sleep with you, don't be afraid, good girl~"
"Uwu... (*/ω＼*)"
The little maid slipped off her dress, climbed onto the bed, and snuggled under the covers, her soft, smooth legs wrapping around Sylvie's thigh, her two soft little hands resting on his chest, her tail needing to wrap around one of his hands, clinging like an octopus.
The two of them snuggled together, kissing and cuddling for a moment.
Loli suddenly felt something, a blush rising from her neck to her face.
She looked at Sylvie with misty eyes, her small hand drawing circles on his broad chest, the mist in her eyes seeming to melt him, shyly murmuring:
"M... Master, Loli has grown up, Loli wants... (*///▽///*)"
"Ahem—, sleep, it's so late, you still have to go to the clinic tomorrow, right?"
"But Master... clearly you, you are...,,Ծ‸Ծ,,"
What was that? Sylvie pretended he didn't know anything, as he had already fallen asleep.
"Snore... zzzzz..."
"Master～,,Ծ‸Ծ,,"
"Snore... zzzzz..."
"Hmph...,,Ծ‸Ծ,,"
Loli puffed her cheeks, pouting, and playfully bit Sylvie's broad chest, her mind suddenly recalling the skills she had just learned from Mrs. Chris and the other sisters.
Her eyes twinkled, she pursed her lips with a slight smile, wriggled her body under the covers, and lifted her two slender, soft feet.
Sylvie: "???"