Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c96

Witch’s Night: Chapter 96 Deception

“Good day, Father.”

“Ah… good day, Sister.”

The priest watched the woman dressed as a nun walk past him, thinking to himself that he didn’t seem to have seen such a blind nun before.

However, Noah had many parishes, and each parish had a considerable number of churches. Junior clergy like nuns and priests weren’t uncommon.

However, it was rare for clergy to leave their own parish, and the priest had never encountered a blind nun in his own parish.

He might not recognize all the clergy, but blindness was a characteristic that was easy to remember.

Moreover, this nun was a rather rare traditionalist.

With the development of the times, the nun’s habit had undergone several revisions. The previous solemn and respectful but overly thick habit had mostly been abandoned, with only a small number of traditionalists unwilling to change.

It wasn’t that the changes were drastic, just minor alterations like shorter sleeves and looser fabric.

The blind nun’s habit was even of a style from hundreds of years ago; the most traditional conservative.

Of course, out of respect, the priest didn’t express his doubts and just watched the blind nun walk away.

Clearly, this blind nun was Marytis.

She held a very ordinary wooden stick in her hand, but she hardly used it when walking, and it was unclear why she held it.

Marytis humbly greeted every clergyman she encountered. All the clergy who saw her marveled inwardly, but after turning their heads, all memories of Marytis were buried in the unreachable past.

She wandered through Noah nonchalantly, her footsteps traversing the entire city, like her pilgrimage to the peak of the Holy Mountain back then.

No one stopped her, and no one could stop her.

She walked through prosperous parishes, crossed quiet courtyards, stopped at the Noah Church Cathedral, and stood before the Saint’s formless sculpture, observing.

Step by step, she gradually entered the river of time called the “past,” and people in the present world could no longer perceive her existence.

Finally, Marytis stood at the edge of the Sanctuary. One step further, and it would be Old Noah, fallen for nearly a thousand years.

The Sanctuary had no guards because it didn’t need them.

Those who could be stopped by guards couldn’t break through the Sanctuary’s seal, and those who could forcibly enter the Sanctuary, the guards naturally couldn’t resist.

Marytis was somewhere in between. She had the strength to forcibly break through the Sanctuary, but facing a large number of guards might be difficult.

Therefore, Marytis didn’t choose to force her way through the Sanctuary’s seal, but chose another, cleverer method.

She stepped into the past, the past where she had once entered the Sanctuary and ascended the peak of the Holy Mountain.

With one step, the Sanctuary’s barrier became insubstantial.

Marytis walked into this ancient land, praised by the world as heaven on earth, yet filled with “malice.”

The dividing line between old and new collapsed.

“I guessed you would come, Marytis.”

A small figure opened its eyes. It seemed to have been sitting from the beginning at the spot where Marytis would enter the Sanctuary, its cold eyes staring intently at this uninvited guest.

This was a phantom identical to Illusion’s human appearance, the one that had appeared at Holy Communion earlier.

“I just came to return something.” Marytis held up the wooden stick in her hand. “She accidentally left something behind, I came to retrieve it for her.”

Illusion glanced at the wooden stick and recognized it as the guide cane Miss Luo Yan brought from Ghost Town and always kept by her side.

But at some point, Miss Luo Yan had stopped using this worn-out, ordinary wooden stick.

“But she no longer needs this item now.” Illusion said softly, “Marytis, go back where you came from.”

Marytis was silent for a moment, then said,

“Saint Illusion, you’ve changed.”

“Changed…?”

A flicker of barely perceptible panic flashed in Illusion’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said coldly, “It’s just your illusion, Marytis.”

“You’ve really changed… I almost don’t recognize you anymore, Saint Illusion.”

Marytis sighed, “Last time we met, although you concealed it well, like the other Saints… you hated me.

“Because I carried the hopes of the Saints, but ultimately chose betrayal… But now, Saint Illusion, there isn’t a trace of hatred in your words. What happened?”

Although from the outside, the current Saint Illusion seemed identical to the one from not long ago, and from back then, Marytis always felt something was missing.

Within the supposedly perfect appearance, there was an indescribable sense of flaw.

Marytis even had a strange thought, or intuition, thinking that Saint Illusion should have fluffy ears or a tail or something. She herself was startled by this thought.

“…Just acceptance.”

Illusion didn’t say more.

She knew very well that after her atavism, after regaining her past memories, everything had changed.

Whether it was her mentality or her identity, she could no longer continue to be humanity’s Fourth Saint.

Even the betrayal she should have hated, now seemed more like regret to the current Illusion.

Everyone was working hard for the safety of this world, but Illusion, as a visitor from another world, couldn’t participate, couldn’t even empathize.

Because she didn’t belong to this world.

Being able to maintain a phantom here to intercept Marytis was already the limit of what Illusion could do now, but she didn’t even have the desire to act.

Marytis stood before Illusion, but when Illusion looked at her, it was like looking at a stranger she had only met a few times.

“I really just came to deliver something,” Marytis held out the plain wooden stick. “Miss Luo Yan needs it to see this world clearly.”

Luo Yan, during her period of blindness, could only rely on the guide cane to judge her surroundings, to “see” the world.

Now Miss Luo Yan’s eyes were no longer a problem, the new affliction was being half-asleep… but Illusion knew that Marytis wasn’t referring to this.

Marytis was referring to the truth.

Miss Luo Yan, like everyone else, was blindfolded before the truth of this world, unable to see anything.

And what Marytis called seeing the world clearly was handing the truth to Luo Yan.

Or rather, the power to see the truth. This wooden stick was that power.

“You want her to become a God?”

Looking at the wooden stick, Illusion smiled mockingly.

“…Why not?” Marytis put the wooden stick down gently and looked seriously at Illusion. “To achieve my goal, I can gamble everything, including my life.”

Even if she couldn’t defeat Illusion, renowned throughout the continent, she would still do it, regardless of the consequences, even if she had to sacrifice her soul to the Witch of Sorrow in exchange for Its brief revival and descent.

This was Marytis’s unwavering determination.

Stepping into the Sanctuary, she was already prepared.

But to Marytis’s surprise, Illusion didn’t immediately attack her, her eyes just became a bit more complex.

In the past, Illusion only viewed the world from a human perspective, but now she was a visitor from another world, an existence rejected by the world.

When looking at the same problem, she already had a completely different perspective.

No matter what, Marytis was struggling for the future of this world. No one could say for sure who was right and who was wrong, who could save this tragedy that was gradually sliding into the abyss, this impending, irreversible despair.

Illusion’s current strength surpassed almost all humans, but she could no longer influence this world with her own will.

This world would ultimately make its own choice; visitors from other worlds were ultimately just guests.

“No matter what you want to do, she won’t become a God. She will only become herself. Miss Luo Yan is Miss Luo Yan, not anyone else.”

Illusion whispered, gazing at the distant peak of the Holy Mountain.

After regaining her memories, she already realized the truth of this world, and what existed beyond the starry sky.

Just like her homeland, repeating a catastrophe called “Gods.”

“Saint Illusion…”

Marytis was almost stunned. She hadn’t expected Illusion to not even have the intention of stopping her.

Illusion saying this directly acknowledged Marytis’s actions.

“Is it strange?” Illusion glanced at Marytis. “Your intuition wasn’t wrong, I have indeed changed.”

“Did you… personally go to the peak of the Holy Mountain and witness the truth?”

Marytis murmured softly. Although she had been there, she wasn’t sure what changes would occur to the Twelve Saints after going to the peak.

Whether they would uphold the Saint’s principles, or choose to abandon humanity and embrace the Gods… it was all unknown.

“I have witnessed the truth, but I haven’t been to the peak of the Holy Mountain.”

A deep fear of another God was still imprinted in the depths of Illusion’s memory, a fear that followed her like a shadow, unforgettable.

“It’s just that your matters can only be resolved by yourselves. I, an outsider… cannot interfere.”

Precisely because she possessed the power to single-handedly change the course of civilization, Illusion couldn’t act. She couldn’t bear the responsibility of this world.

“If this is your resolve,” Illusion looked up, her young face revealing the vicissitudes of time, “then embrace your resolve and let this world reach the ending you desire.”

As her voice fell, Illusion slowly closed her eyes and leaned back against the ruins, as if falling asleep.

Marytis stood quietly in place, her thoughts in turmoil.

How could this be…

What happened?

“It seems she has awakened.”

The Witch of Sorrow’s spiritual voice sounded.

“Awakened?”

Doubt arose in Marytis’s mind.

“Yes, she has actually been immersed in the illusion she constructed. Within the illusion, she is one of humanity’s Twelve Saints, a ‘hero’ protecting humanity.”

The Witch of Sorrow explained, but with a hint of irony in the word “hero,”

“In reality, she is a visitor from another world—let alone human, even the most deformed creature in this world, the chimera, is more human than her.”

The Gods already knew that a visitor from another world had entered this world, carrying the aura of another God.

However, the non-atavistic Illusion was previously within the illusion she constructed. Without direct contact, it was impossible to detect her true identity.

Even the Witch of Sorrow only sensed Illusion’s true form through Marytis’s contact with her.

“She won’t stop you anymore, Marytis.”

The Witch of Sorrow’s gentle voice sounded in Marytis’s ear,

“‘Witch’s Night’ is coming soon, Absolute Death will soon discover the little tricks I played—before that, do whatever you want.”

“…I understand.”

Marytis suppressed the doubts in her heart, tightened her grip on the guide cane, and then took off the eye mask covering her eyes.

A pair of pupilless eyes appeared on her gentle and beautiful face. A desolate aura emanated from Marytis, and the Sands of Time hovered beside her.

“Sands of Time—Time Reversal!”

A river of time, stretching to unknown distances, appeared beneath Marytis’s feet. The river called “past” flowed gently, back to the chaos before the birth of everything.

At the same time, the guide cane in Marytis’s hand gradually turned from solid to ethereal, eventually seeming to exist somewhere between space and the present world.

It was the “past.”

Marytis took a step forward. Around her, the ruins filled with “malice” contamination dissipated like bubbles, and a few specks of green emerged beneath her feet.

She reconstructed the “past” here, the prosperous Old Noah, before it was corrupted by “malice.”

—The most difficult part of entering the Sanctuary wasn’t breaking through the external barrier, but walking through the Sanctuary filled with “malice” contamination.

Those permitted could naturally receive protection from the domain left by the Saint, but Marytis couldn’t get permission and could only proceed in this way.

Otherwise, she would probably be completely consumed by “malice” after just a few steps.

“Marytis will save the world.”

Just like hundreds of years ago.

“In… Marytis’s way.”

…….

“Are you ready, Miss Luo Yan?”

Noah coughed a few times. It seemed that in just these few short days, he had aged considerably more.

“We… are about to ascend the mountain.”

Luo Yan looked up. The mountain peak piercing the clouds stood before her, and a winding path snaked up around the Holy Mountain.

The entire Holy Mountain seemed buried under eternal snow, the vast whiteness filling her vision, stinging her eyes slightly.

The images that had inexplicably appeared before her eyes in Ghost Town, during the Yan City war, and in Lannister, seemed to reappear in a trance.

The earth trembled, lava erupted, the world was about to be destroyed, terrified wails and desperate roars echoed endlessly.

These had all truly happened, right here, in the former Old Noah.

And in the former… Old Era.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Miss Luo Yan nodded and took a step forward.

Stepping onto the snow-covered Holy Mountain.

……

Absolute Death slowly opened her eyes, sorrowful tears tracing paths down her cheeks,

“In the end, it was all a deception…”

An illusion of happiness.