Chapter 134: For My Sake, Use the Starfall Feather on Him

In the silent, undisturbed basement.

The blonde girl was still in a daze.

She stood there like an exquisite statue.

Christine’s face was already very delicate, and in many game characters’ evaluations of her, she was almost always called a natural Saintess.

She was very beautiful, very fragile, very holy, very quiet, very kind, and very comforting, like a spring breeze.

And now, she was crying silently, her shoulders trembling slightly.

If one didn’t look closely, one would just think she was in a daze.

But Christine, who usually had top-notch psychological quality and was even very calm when facing the Red Queen’s demand to capture her, was in tears.

Memories came rushing into her mind like a tide.

About her, about Hall, about her sister.

And memories of many other people.

In those memories, she, Hall, and her sister had eaten milkshakes to their hearts’ content in a cold drink shop in West Town.

There were also the three of them holding their own books and reading by lamplight in Grandpa Thorne’s weapon shop.

She was reading a forbidden theological book that Hall had gotten for her from the Papal State.

At first, Christine had thought, how could she understand such a book?

It could only be said that she had belittled herself and underestimated her own talent.

And her sister would usually read the ancient swordsmanship books that Grandpa Thorne had given her.

Hall, on the other hand, would read the books that the two sisters had left behind.

For example, when Christine finished a theology book, he would read theology.

When her sister finished an ancient swordsmanship book, he would read an ancient swordsmanship book.

Occasionally, her sister and Hall would practice in the backyard of the weapon shop.

Christine would then move a small stool and observe while studying theology.

She was not envious or jealous.

She just felt that if she wanted to be useful to her sister and Hall, she had to further speed up.

As long as she was proficient in theology, she could bestow blessings on the two people she loved most in this world.

However, Christine was not completely ignorant of swordsmanship.

As the strongest support, her swordsmanship talent in the game was at least A.

Basically, she could learn a move or two just by watching Hall and Mandosha practice every day, and draw inferences from it.

But just by watching, it was unlikely that she could keep up with Hall and Mandosha’s progress.

What’s more, Hall and her sister did not practice together often.

Most of the time, he was not by their side.

At first, he would only accompany them from July to September, and from January to February after the New Year.

Occasionally, he would also appear at other times, but he would only bring them gifts and not stay long.

Later, she heard that her sister had been taken a liking to by the Child family and had gone to Hall’s city.

Christine was left alone in West Town, accompanying Grandpa Thorne.

Thorne would occasionally teach Christine swordsmanship, but more often than not, he would pull out ancient books from who knows where, the origins of which even Grandpa Thorne had forgotten.

Those ancient books were not necessarily theology books, but to interpret them, one had to learn ancient languages.

And Christine’s talent for languages was needless to say.

She was naturally very sensitive to these things.

So much so that she had mastered many languages, and even some special languages of the demon races were mastered by her.

She had to be useful to her sister and Hall.

She couldn’t hold them back.

When Hall had saved them from the orphanage fire.

She was eight, and her sister was nine.

But this little young master, who was also not yet ten, stood in the snow with a money bag in his hand after they were safe and turned to them and said.

“I heard that in your orphanage, you can take away a girl for ten gold coins. Now I’ll give you two hundred gold coins. You two follow me. I’m going to take you to do something that no one in history has ever done. How about it?”

One hundred gold coins for one person.

Little Christine didn’t understand the sentence “I’m going to take you to do something that no one in history has ever done,” but she understood that a hundred gold coins was a lot, a lot.

If they had this money, she and her sister could eat unlimited strawberry shortcakes, and they could buy many cute dresses, shoes, socks, and hair accessories.

So little Christine nodded her head like a garlic clove.

But her sister, who was beside her, pinched her cheek and sighed, “Sigh, my dear sister. You sold yourself for a hundred gold coins, you’re so pretty. How about this, the two hundred gold coins are yours, and I’m a freebie.”

Then the little young master said, “That’s good. Anyway, I only have two hundred gold coins. It’s enough to buy the two of you.”

Then he muttered something about the need for a contract in this day and age, and then took out two thick stacks of paper with densely packed words and had the two little girls sign them.

How to put it.

Christine was a child who was sensible at a young age, but she was only eight.

When she saw those words, she was immediately confused by the various clauses, and her little head was buzzing.

She also didn’t know how this little young master, who was almost the same age as them, could write such a thing.

But it didn’t matter.

For her and her sister’s two hundred gold coins, she would sign.

In any case, she signed her part, and in Christine’s understanding, if her sister was a freebie, then her sister and he did not have a contractual relationship.

Her sister could leave.

If it was one for each, then she could sell herself for a hundred gold coins.

A hundred gold coins would be enough for her and her sister to live for a long, long time.

When she grew up, her sister was so outstanding, of course she could support herself.

No, on a normal day, her sister often helped the nuns with things.

Weren’t those pocket money also proof that her sister could support herself?

On the contrary, she…

So Christine took the contract paper and pen and signed.

Her sister couldn’t stop her.

In her memory, the purple-haired girl did not stop the golden-haired girl, but just watched her sign from the side, and continued to pinch her small face.

“My sister has sold herself. I, as the older sister, must also set an example.”

Then the little purple-haired girl also sold herself.

Actually, it wasn’t without logic.

It was because the little young master, when he first met them in West Town.

He had actually stayed in the town for half a month, sitting on the wall outside the orphanage and waving at them every day.

Sometimes he would secretly call them out at night.

Her sister’s constitution was very good, and she could jump directly from the second floor.

Christine, on the other hand, was slowly helped down by her sister and little Mandosha.

Then the three of them would sneak out to play with a laugh.

They would find a big rock on the plain outside the orphanage where there were no buildings and sit on it to look at the starry sky, which they would also find very interesting.

He had fulfilled his promise with her sister.

And gained their trust.

But since she was going to do something with him that no one in history had ever done, Christine had to work hard.

Even though her sister and Hall’s demands on her were not very high, during the time they were away from West Town.

She would only work harder than before.

She even learned swordsmanship from Grandpa Thorne.

Until one day, when Hall came back and said, “You come with me to a place.”

When she went there, she showed her transcendent theological talent, and the three mysterious people on the high platform all applauded her.

And later, she became an angel.

Of course, many other things had happened during that period.

But at this moment, Christine had no time to sort out the memories she had gained from obtaining this feather.

To be precise, her memories were not complete just by getting this feather.

At least, her memory of the dream she had in the snow mountain, where she had seen a girl who looked like the Empress of Cateline and a boy who looked like Hall embracing, was still not very clear.

Her clear memories were only of the period before she left West Town and after she became the [Angel] of the Salvation Church.

In the middle, she had also been taken to the Papal State by her sister and Hall once.

They had gone to the south of the Papal State.

There, Hall and she had saved a pink-haired girl from a pair of father and brother.

Julia.

“Oh, so that’s what it is.”

The feather and Christine’s outstretched palm gradually merged.

She also started to run.

Now, she had to go back to Hall’s side.

In the orphanage church.

The Black Rose was standing on the somewhat damaged rafters at the top of the church.

Trick Rider, on the other hand, was leaning on his two-meter-long greatsword at the position of the mass altar where the nun used to lead the children in reciting poems.

But that place had already been destroyed in the previous overloaded battle, and only ruins could be seen.

He himself was not much better off.

A part of the black armor that had been specially made for protection had fallen off, revealing some flesh and blood inside.

To be precise, the person who had fought the most tonight was him and Hall.

Hall had a self-healing ability in his heart, but he didn’t.

He had first fought with Arjo, then teamed up with Hall to kill Arjo.

After that, he had had a moment of rest in the church.

Now he was teaming up with Hall and the Black Rose to deal with Ancestor Demon, who was one of the Seven Sages.

“How about it, Trick Rider? Now you will witness how I kill the former Sages. I want you to be the witness tonight. I will not kill you. You are to tell the evil beast everything you have seen tonight, to let the old fellow understand who is the master of the new era of the Salvation Church. Only under my leadership can the Salvation Church fight against the storm that is about to sweep the Eastern Continent.”

Ancestor Demon was holding a black sword in his hand.

That black sword was made of the power of the Demon God and the blood and flesh of an ancient top-tier monster.

In terms of grade, it was probably close to the legendary-grade, second only to mythic-grade weapons.

In any case, Hall and Ancestor Demon had exchanged a blow of [Sword-Shattering Form] before.

In that blow, Hall could feel that he was at a disadvantage.

After all, Ancestor Demon’s swordsmanship talent in the game was also [S-].

In the late game, after some routes where he had completely controlled the power of the Demon God, it could be raised to [S], and in very few cases, it could reach [S+].

He was a madman.

Although Hall was a pure hexagonal warrior and was invincible at the same level, there was a huge level gap now.

Ancestor Demon’s level was higher than Arjo’s, and the state of controlling the Black Blade that he had because of the music box’s influence had long since faded with time.

It was now the end of January 1035 of the Holy Light Era.

In the game, it could only be considered the early stages of the heroines’ routes.

Some heroines had not even officially appeared yet.

“You are still on probation.”

Trick Rider answered Ancestor Demon without any emotion.

And added, “You really are a madman.”

“Hehe, so what? The Salvation Church is fighting against the church. Do we have to follow the rules? There are madmen in the cardinals too. If you’re not mad, you’ll just be killed by those madmen.”

“Sophistry. It’s just for your own selfish desires. Shut up, Ancestor Demon! Just for daring to make a move on Lady Angel, you deserve to die ten thousand times!”

The Black Rose shot another arrow from the eaves.

But the ominous black aura that enveloped Ancestor Demon immediately surged and rolled inwards, forming a shield.

He didn’t even move.

The Black Rose’s arrow was swallowed by that shield like a big mouth.

“Black Rose, don’t be in a hurry. You and Mandosha Flower will both die. Besides, isn’t Mandosha Flower also making such a report three years ago for her own selfish desires, hiding such important information?”

Ancestor Demon was about to burst out and attack the Black Rose on the rafters at super high speed.

But a light suddenly flashed.

Making him lose his vision.

As a possessor of super perception, the active five-sense-blinding effect of the Rainbow Sky Sword was not particularly strong on him.

But the Black Rose could use this brief gap to escape to a safe position.

And Hall did not attack rashly, but just retreated to Trick Rider’s side, trying to maintain a triangular formation.

However, the Rainbow Sky Sword had already been triggered when it was drawn before.

Now the effect of the Rainbow Sky Sword’s active shield was also weakened.

He was only left with the trump card of liberating the [Wind’s Soul].

But liberating the [Wind’s Soul] also meant that he had to give up dual wielding.

So unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not liberate the [Wind’s Soul].

Besides, the situation was not particularly bad.

After Christine got the feather, everything would be better.

If that feather was the Starfall Feather, then it would explain why Christine had no combat power.

Christine, who had obtained the Starfall Feather, would return to her original state.

To be one of the Seven Sages, Christine’s combat power was definitely not weak before she lost her memory.

Then he would kiss Christine, and Christine would be able to kill the Ancestor Demon.

Do you understand the value of a divine weapon?

What’s more, the holy attribute and the Demon God attribute mutually restrained each other.

This restraint rule was.

Whoever was purer would restrain the other.

And Christine’s holy attribute was so pure that only another key heroine—the Demon God’s daughter—and the Demon Lords could be on par with her.

The current Ancestor Demon had just been appointed.

If it weren’t for the fact that his state of controlling the Black Blade had declined, if he could return to the time when he was fighting Arjo.

At present, it was three-on-one, and at least it would be a draw.

“What are you still struggling for? The current you is vulnerable. Just as the so-called son of a duke, Hall Faxtius, sleep forever here!”

When the red light had dissipated.

Ancestor Demon, facing the three who had once again formed a formation, raised the black sword in his hand, which was possessed by a little of the Demon God’s power and the power of an ancient demon.

At this moment, a black wind was summoned.

It was summoned from all directions.

The skylights of the church, the corridors of the church, and the walls of the church were also blown with a sound.

Those sounds were like the wails of countless dead souls.

An ordinary person would probably have their legs go weak and their whole body tremble just by hearing it.

Hall understood that the other party was planning to activate the special effect of the blade.

And it looked like he was going to create a devastating blow in coordination with a sword technique.

He had to interrupt the other party’s preparation phase.

But actively approaching and launching an attack might be playing right into Ancestor Demon’s hands.

So Hall chose to liberate the cyan blade in his right hand.

The blade began to split in his hand.

In just an instant, a transparent, pure wind spread out with Hall as the center, raging inside the church.

The inner and outer walls of the entire orphanage church were being ravaged by the black wind summoned by Ancestor Demon’s blade and the pure wind summoned by Hall’s liberated blade.

The black-haired youth felt his body was incredibly light.

Unfortunately, the power he had been enhanced with by the music box had mostly dissipated with time.

Otherwise, he would have definitely gone to cut down Ancestor Demon now.

But at this very moment, it seemed that someone had seen through Hall’s thoughts.

A certain girl’s voice suddenly rang in his mind.

She spoke in a language that he seemed to be very familiar with, yet he couldn’t understand.

It was like she was singing a certain ancient ballad, reciting a poem from ancient times.

No, he could understand.

This was the one from the game…

In an instant.

The screen flashed.

A petite girl with silver hair like a work of art was standing on the edge of a certain cliff.

The distance seemed very close, yet also very far.

Her long hair was blown by the wind, looking so magnificent and beautiful.

But her body was surrounded by a mystery, loneliness, and vicissitudes that could not be described by language.

That one look was like ten thousand years.

But because it was just a blink of an eye, Hall didn’t even have time to see the other party’s side profile.

He only heard the clear and low voice say.

“Our contract has long been established.”

Then, in the gazes of the Black Rose and Trick Rider.

The Rainbow Sky Sword in Hall’s right hand was completely enveloped in a black aura.

That was a pure black that was feared, respected, and coveted.

The aura that the black-haired youth had burst out in an instant even made the Black Rose unconsciously take a half step back.

She had a faint feeling that Hall, as the Holy Son, was about to return.

“Interesting. Is this your true power?! Could it be…”

Seeing this scene, Ancestor Demon had a crazy guess.

The existence that the church had been secretly looking for for a thousand years—the Demon God’s daughter.

Could she have a connection with this former Holy Son?

No wonder Hall was so formidable at such a young age.

How could he not be formidable after obtaining the ultimate power that had once existed in this world?

No, he had to control Hall before he could adapt to this sudden power.

Ancestor Demon immediately activated the [Flash Step] which had just finished its cooldown.

In his super high-speed state, the Black Rose, who was an archer, and Trick Rider, who was a greatsword wielder, could not react at all.

This was the second time he had activated it in the battle tonight.

The first time he had activated it, he had been dodged by Hall using the barrier effect of drawing the Rainbow Sky Sword.

But Hall also activated [Flash Step].

It was a stationary Flash Step.

No, in an instant, Hall’s sword was almost able to disappear from his vision.

So much so that he couldn’t judge.

He was almost hit by Hall’s disappearing sword.

This blow was not completed.

Ancestor Demon immediately retreated to the entrance of the passage into the church.

He realized that Hall had not recovered his strength as the Holy Son, but had just suddenly had a surge in strength for some unknown reason.

But he felt that this power was surely rather empty.

He would just stall for time and wait for Hall’s quasi-demonization state to be lifted again.

And Hall himself did not have any unusual movements.

The large amount of Demon God’s power that had emerged had made him a little dazed for a moment.

Using the Demon God’s sword technique to counter Ancestor Demon was purely instinct.

He had not felt so bad even when he had accepted the power of the Demon God’s Spring on the seventieth floor of the Demon God’s Labyrinth.

It was too much, the power that had surged into his body this time.

But his remaining sword technique was also very clear.

But his only remaining sanity was also very clear.

If it were a normal person, with so much Demon God’s power suddenly coming in, they would have long since become a madman, or even a demon.

But he could hold on.

His blurry consciousness could hear the powerful beating of his heart and lungs.

Was it because of this?

Sanctity could offset the negative effects of the Demon God’s power on living creatures.

This was a general conclusion drawn from the church’s research in the game.

Hall thought to himself that it might also be because of this.

He had not gone mad.

“Steady, steady. As long as I can stabilize this power and not be devoured by madness, I can guarantee that I can hold on until Christine comes up.”

He had no extra thoughts to consider other things.

He just kept instilling this concept in his mind.

After all, West Town had become the [stage].

In the game, when the [stage] appeared and forced the player to go and solve the incident, enemies that should not have appeared at the current progress would also pop up.

At this time, when the players’ proficiency was not enough, in order to not get a bad end, they would choose to have Hall frantically replenish magic with the female characters.

Doing so, Hall would of course have a high probability of being stabbed.

In short, it was basically by sacrificing Hall that the team could survive the [stage] event, paying for the lack of proficiency.

“Let’s not worry about that for now, and also not about where the power came from. As long as I survive tonight, it will be a success!”

He couldn’t help but think to himself.

The calming of his mind began to let his sanity gradually return.

And in the classroom, it was very quiet.

Ancestor Demon observed that the surging Demon God’s aura on Hall’s body was gradually calming down, so he was sure that as long as he stalled for time, he would surely win.

Hall, who had calmed his consciousness, would of course not actively attack.

The Black Rose and Trick Rider both had their own advantages and would not act rashly.

Time passed minute by minute.

Besides the pure wind summoned by the liberation of the [Wind’s Soul] and the black wind previously summoned by Ancestor Demon, there were no other sounds.

Until that footstep appeared.

“Da da da” footsteps.

Pure starlight appeared inside the church.

A golden-haired girl in a holy robe appeared from the corner of the underground secret passage that should have been covered by rubble.

…

“Lady Angel!”

The moment she saw Christine’s figure, the Black Rose was extremely excited and directly forgot Mandosha Flower’s advice, calling out Christine’s codename.

And the holy light that the girl emanated made her feel like she was bathed in a spring breeze.

The pain from her wounds was almost smoothed out.

This super-powerful divinity could almost only be achieved by a Saintess Candidate with the blessing of many holy items on the ritual altar.

But now, she could do it with just herself.

“Mm, I’m back.”

Christine, who was called [Angel], answered so calmly and walked along the edge of the church towards the three of them.

Ancestor Demon was about to make a move, but after thinking for a moment, he chose to continue to activate the blade effect that had been interrupted by Hall earlier.

After all, in a battle of attrition, it would be disadvantageous for him if Christine gave a blessing.

And now, he was standing at the entrance of the passage.

The entire main hall of the church, both inside and out, was under the pressure of a storm and on the verge of collapse.

As long as he pushed a little harder, the entire main hall of the church would be completely destroyed in one go.

Hall, the Black Rose, Christine, and Trick Rider would all be buried in the ruins.

So he wanted to take advantage of the time when Christine and Hall and the others were reminiscing to complete this work.

“Hall, how are you feeling now?”

Christine looked at Hall’s appearance and frowned slightly, showing a hint of heartache.

She understood the negative effects of such a huge Demon God’s aura.

So she placed her right hand on his left chest, covering his beating heart.

“I’m fine. I just need to recover a little and I’ll be able to deal with Ancestor Demon. How about you? Have you recovered your strength?”

He asked.

Hall was prepared to kiss her, but Christine’s compassionate passive would also push him into a situation where he was very likely to be stabbed.

But, how to put it.

He was the one who had kidnapped Mandosha Flower and Christine back then.

It was more or less like paying off his debts for his past self.

But she just shook her head.

Hall smiled again.

Like he was teasing her on a normal day.

“What strength do I have, Baron Hall? You must have gotten it wrong. You’re the one protecting me~”

Just as Hall was still wondering why Christine had not recovered her strength even after getting the feather, she said with a tease, “So…”

After a moment of drawing out the end of her sentence, the girl with the brilliant golden hair, which was also lifted by the wind, suddenly grabbed his heart with her right hand.

A grand starlight appeared with countless falling and then being rolled up by the wind, pure white feathers.

The incredibly holy blade from Christine’s dream appeared in her right hand in this grand starlight.

But she quickly placed this sword in Hall’s empty left hand after he had liberated the [Wind’s Soul].

And waved her small fist at Ancestor Demon, who was still summoning the black wind and wanted to destroy the church in the passage.

“So for my sake, use the Starfall Feather on him!”