Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c61

Witch’s Night: Chapter 61 Miss Luo Yan, You Can’t Sit There!

Being personally acknowledged as a Saint by His Holiness, although his voice wasn’t loud, it still reached the ears of the nearby clergy.

Although this mysterious little girl quickly denied it, anyone could see the current situation. For Aslanmode VII, the Pope of Noah, to be so respectful, even humble…

Besides the personal arrival of a Saint, it was hard to imagine any other possibility.

Even a Saint’s child wouldn’t receive this kind of treatment from His Holiness.

Sainthood wasn’t hereditary. The respect shown to a Saint’s child was mostly because of the Saint themselves, so it couldn’t reach the level of humility.

But… but…

This was a Saint…

The clergyman’s legs trembled, and he almost knelt down and kowtowed.

Fortunately, Aslanmode VII saw the awkwardness of the situation and quickly signaled for the surrounding guards to come over, helping the clergyman, whose legs had gone weak, into the church.

Some guards stayed at the church entrance, while others stood guard around them.

“Apologies, I was mistaken, Gna-… uh, Miss Guinevere, please come in.”

When he said the name, Aslanmode VII’s heart skipped a beat, wondering why the Saint would use this name this time.

Last time, she used the name of the captain of a Battle Sister squad in the Holy Knights, even making a brief appearance during the Lannister incident and revealing her identity as a Saint to the world for the first time.

…The direct result was that, when the Battle Sister whose name was used woke up, she found several of her colleagues in the dormitory looking at her nervously and respectfully.

It was said that the scene was a bit like a funeral, except that the person involved was the one rising from the coffin.

But the name used this time…

This couldn’t be used carelessly! The name Guinevere was quite renowned in the Noah Church, intimidating and best avoided.

It made every clergyman subconsciously look at the helmet whenever they saw a Holy Knight’s armor, only relaxing after confirming that it wasn’t Guinevere’s gray hair.

The reason for this wasn’t because Guinevere was evil. How could a truly evil person become a Holy Knight-Captain?

On the contrary, she was definitely a kind-hearted person.

It was just that she was a bit too kind-hearted, always thinking about other people’s problems and wanting to help.

If the other party didn’t have any problems, she would make one up for them.

And she was quite impatient. After making up a problem, Guinevere wouldn’t care about the other party’s thoughts and would directly help, the consequences imaginable.

Not to mention whether she could actually help or not, she would at least cause quite a bit of trouble.

And after the incident, if Guinevere noticed that something unexpected had happened to the person involved during her “help,” or if they seemed dissatisfied or unhappy, she would apologize very, very sincerely.

And then do it again next time.

…So it was no wonder the clergy avoided her, afraid of being targeted by Guinevere, even His Holiness himself was no exception. Aslanmode VII had been “helped” several times.

He still felt a lingering fear whenever he thought about it.

Aslanmode VII sighed inwardly. It was just a name, after all, not the person herself.

He didn’t want to encounter Guinevere at all, lest she carry his old bones halfway across Noah again. He didn’t want to experience that kind of torment again.

Hearing Aslanmode VII address her as “Guinevere,” Illusion’s expression finally softened a bit, and she nodded, entering the church accompanied by Aslanmode VII and several guards.

Wen Su, following Aslanmode VII from afar, naturally saw this scene, his gaze lingering on Illusion for a moment.

This was the first time he had seen the Fourth Saint, Illusion, renowned throughout the human world, and even though it was just an avatar, it still made Wen Su feel like he was witnessing history.

After all, Illusion was legendary.

Besides participating in the War of the Witch of Absolute Death, she had many legends circulating in the world. Even the titles commonly used by “Peril” level ability users originated from her.

However…

Such a great being, why did she like to disguise herself as a little girl? Was it also some kind of special quirk?

These legendary figures really had unimaginable quirks…

Wen Su sighed inwardly, then suddenly looked around, but didn’t see anything.

“Strange… why do I always feel uneasy after coming to Noah?”

Wen Su gently pressed his hand against his heart, feeling his unusual heartbeat. “Could it be that I’m not acclimatized?”

Was a “Peril” level ability user’s body this weak?

However, he didn’t have time to worry about his physical condition now; more important matters were still before him, concerning the future of humanity and Dragon City. As City Lord, he couldn’t slack off.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Su walked forward, through the crowd, following the few banquet attendees towards the church.

Wen Su didn’t bring any attendants to this Holy Communion. Even if he brought any number of attendants, given his status, Noah wouldn’t object, but he was used to being alone.

He had been walking with Aslanmode VII earlier. Aslanmode VII had rushed over after learning about the Saint’s arrival, and Wen Su just leisurely followed behind.

As for safety concerns…

Although Noah was always very cautious about this, Wen Su wasn’t an ordinary ability user.

If even he, at the peak of “Peril” level, could be harmed, then bringing any number of guards would be useless.

As the surrounding Church guards maintained order, the citizens attracted by Illusion’s miracles were gradually dispersed, and the Noah Church Cathedral returned to its usual solemn and quiet state.

However, among the Church guards, a rather ordinary figure kept staring at Wen Su.

Even as Wen Su entered the church, this gaze followed him through the walls, never relaxing.

“My dear brother… my glamorous brother…”

“There will be a chance, there will definitely be a chance…”

“I’ll make you, like me back then, cry and beg me to spare you!”

“And then, among the offerings to the Gods, there will definitely be a place for you.”

…….

A solemn and peaceful atmosphere filled the second floor of the Noah Church Cathedral. The guests coming and going were all dignitaries and nobles.

No, using “dignitaries and nobles” to describe them seemed inappropriate.

Basically, besides a few who got in through connections, all those qualified to attend Holy Communion were people with real power.

Envoys from various mega-cities, some of whom were even second or third in command, not to mention the presence of a heavyweight figure like the City Lord of Dragon City.

And… this was Noah.

Besides the Noah Church, there were also three powerful families passed down since Noah’s founding, a force no one could ignore.

Although the “three families” sounded a bit meager compared to an entire mega-city, in terms of the territory they controlled and the wealth they could amass, the three families combined were comparable to Lannister.

The Lequista family, one of the oldest families, was naturally also invited to Holy Communion.

As the most famous member of the Lequista family in Noah, and even the entire Free Federation, Chris naturally attended this Holy Communion as the family representative.

And there was another, more important reason: Chris was a Saint candidate.

Even without her other identities, just this alone made her the perfect choice for family representative.

Chris, as usual, chose her favorite Lolita dress (note: hand-sewn by Hua Qingling), then covered herself up completely and came to the banquet with her butler.

When they arrived at the Noah Church Cathedral, it was just after the commotion caused by Illusion had subsided.

The surrounding citizens were leaving with disappointment, and the Church Guard had taken over the entire Noah Church Cathedral, guarding the area around it.

“I shouldn’t be late, right?”

Chris thought to herself, checking the time. It shouldn’t be too late; she had arrived a little early.

The Church guard carefully checked her invitation, then bowed to her and let her pass.

Because she was completely covered up, and the invitation only had her surname, Chris didn’t attract too much attention.

Otherwise, if she appeared outside directly, it would cause an even bigger commotion than before.

Fans were always the most passionate, and Chris’s fans were naturally the same. Although she herself was quite troubled by this, it couldn’t be helped.

Unless she gave up her beloved idol career, she could only bear this pressure.

After passing through the guards, Chris breathed a sigh of relief and entered the church, following her butler. The clergy coming and going were all busy; no one noticed them.

Seeing Chris sweating profusely because of her thick clothes, the butler felt distressed and comforted her softly,

“Miss Chris, you can take off this disguise after we reach the second floor.”

The second floor was where Holy Communion was held, much more formal than the Lannister noble banquet, and the important figures inside wouldn’t act like ordinary fans, going crazy upon seeing Chris.

Being fully covered in this hot and stuffy weather, even with Chris’s decent strength, it was unbearable.

“Mm, it’s fine.”

Chris waved her hand and quickly walked towards the second floor.

However, as they found the stairs and went upstairs, they felt something was strange.

Did… something happen on the second floor?

This thought flashed through Chris’s mind, because the Lannister noble banquet had left a deep psychological scar on her. But she immediately felt it was ridiculous.

This was the Noah Church Cathedral, the closest place to the Saint besides the Sanctuary, and today, there was even a highly respected Saint attending in person.

Thinking of this, Chris quickened her pace.

Finally, reaching the top of the stairs and seeing the open door of the second-floor hall, Chris froze.

Because a familiar figure was standing at the entrance, seemingly hesitant to enter.

“His… Holiness?”

Aslanmode VII’s white and gold robe was easily recognizable, and Chris ignored Illusion (little girl form) next to him, because her attention was completely captured by His Holiness’s unusual behavior.

“What’s wrong with His Holiness… Why is he standing at the doorway and not entering?” Chris wondered. “Could it be that something really happened inside?”

The Lannister noble banquet did leave a deep scar on Chris. Even now, whenever she heard the word “banquet,” she would think of the chaotic scene at that time, the terrifying image of almost everyone in Spencer Manor, besides the guests, being cultists.

Holy Communion… this kind of thing couldn’t happen here, right?

It could.

This thought flashed through her mind in an instant. Chris quickly approached, also reaching the entrance of the hall, and raised her hand to greet His Holiness,

“Your Holiness, good ev—”

Before she could finish, Chris saw something and the words caught in her throat.

“Mi-, Miss Luo Yan?”

Her eyes widened, staring at the scene in the hall as if she had seen a ghost, completely shocked,

“How can you sit there?!”

In the center of the hall, the silver-haired girl in a tailcoat sat demurely on a small, simple, and inconspicuous stool.

The surrounding guests didn’t react much, but all the clergy showed various expressions: shock, anger, confusion… all quite entertaining.

However, after seeing the heavily armored figure beside the silver-haired girl, no one dared to say anything.

Luo Yan, sitting on the small stool, heard the familiar voice, turned to look towards the hall entrance, and waved,

“Good evening, Miss Chris, long time no see.”

“Miss Luo Yan!”

Ignoring His Holiness, who seemed to be frozen in place, Chris hurriedly squeezed past the few people around her and ran over,

“Come down quickly, you can’t sit there!”

“Ah?” Luo Yan was slightly stunned and looked up at the heavily armored figure beside her. “I can’t?”

Guinevere was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice,

“Can’t she?”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Guinevere spoke again,

“This is your seat, there’s no mistake.”

At this time, Chris also noticed the heavily armored figure. Just as she was about to yell angrily, she saw the gray hair falling from the shoulders of the armor, and her angry face instantly turned pale,

“Gui-, Guinevere?”

“Hmm? Is there something you need?”

Before the armored figure in front of her could respond, a childish voice came from the doorway.

They all looked over and saw a very unfamiliar little girl, dressed simply, but exuding a strange charm, giving a sacred feeling.

Shadow, attached to Guinevere’s shadow, finally noticed the commotion at the doorway, but when she looked over, her eyes almost popped out,

“No way, what is Illusion doing?”

“Why… is she using her true body’s appearance?”