To arrange a stone limitations to such an extent that it will nauseate the onlookers, the one that created them should have been overwhelmed by one thing as nicely.

I believed that if this is able to cease me from seeing the god of the underworld, I might do the identical.

Creating limitations requires magic energy, and the extra you create, the extra it’s life-threatening, so having good bodily energy is required.

However seeing so many limitations like that, I may perceive simply how determined the scenario should have been.

“Miss Mary…?”

Holding the cookie in my hand, I remained silent, which appeared to fret Jenny.

I rapidly smiled at Jenny. It appeared to place her comfy, as she targeted on the bread she was consuming as soon as once more. The crumbs in her mouth had been lovable.

“However how do you know that the saint and I resembled one another?”

In response to my query, Jenny blinked her massive eyes. Then, with out giving me an opportunity to interject, she wiped her fingers on her apron.

If she had informed me, I might have given her a handkerchief. As I used to be about to rise up, Jenny took one thing out of her pocket. It was a neatly folded piece of paper.

“It’s like a allure that the individuals in our village carry round.”

“Are you able to present it to me?”

A allure, huh? It appeared like a treasured merchandise that she carried with care, so I hesitated to the touch it unnecessarily.

What if I contact it and get unhealthy luck? Jenny tilted her head as if she had heard the dumbest query on the earth, then nodded confidently.

And he or she unfolded the paper and confirmed it to me.

Though I had refused as soon as, deep down I needed to see it, so I pretended to offer in and accepted the paper allure.

The paper had an image of a girl drawn on it. I may inform that the lady on this portray was the saint Jenny was speaking about.

She was actually stunning. Much more so than the portrait of the princess that Lausanne obtained up to now. No, it wasn’t simply because she resembled me, however as a result of she was genuinely a surprising lady.

So, I resemble this lady? Nicely, after all, Mary Conler objectively has a cute and wonderful look, however…

‘Oh, I’m evaluating myself from a 3rd individual viewpoint once more.’

I couldn’t assist however style the bitterness in my mouth on the behavior of evaluating Mary Conler objectively.

“Why are you performing like that?”

“Huh?”

“Your expression retains altering…”

I selected to placed on an ungainly smile as soon as extra, not wanting the younger youngster to see an disagreeable sight. I handed the image again to Jenny.

She folded it again neatly, similar to when she took it out for the primary time, and put it in her pocket, tapping it a few instances.

Simply by observing her actions, I may inform how treasured that image was to Jenny.

So, everybody within the village carries this image like a allure… for some motive, it made my cheeks burn.

“She’s stunning…”

I muttered to myself. Jenny’s eyes sparkled when she heard it.

“In fact, she’s stunning on the surface, however her interior magnificence is much more exceptional. She obtained considerable love from the gods.”

“I see.”

“However the issue is that she even obtained the love of the god of dying…”

The god of dying?

There was one thing odd about that acquainted identify. It made me really feel unusual, as if my head was throbbing. My chest felt tight.

Is there a cookie on it. I pressured myself to focus on Jenny’s phrases, urgent between my index finger and thumb.

“The rationale this village was created was to flee the god of dying.”

“…To flee the god of dying?”

“Sure. However my older siblings scared me a lot that I couldn’t hear it correctly. They stated ‘somebody much like Jenny will take Jenny away’.”

“That’s actually scary.”

As I sympathized, Jenny trembled. Her trembling was cute, and though I smiled, the sensation of frustration didn’t dissipate.

‘Yusa’ gave the impression to be consistent with the ghost tales circulating on this village.

“Has anybody within the village change into a sufferer?”

“Nicely, our ancestors did. It was an extended, very long time in the past. They stated that the Saint rescued individuals who nearly turned a sufferer of the god of dying and introduced them right here.”

“She have to be a really type individual.”

Maybe Jenny heard the legend of this village like a bedtime story. Her exaggerated tone conveyed that impression.

After I was younger, I most likely didn’t take it too severely, similar to I might with a ghost story.

As this legend handed via individuals’s mouths, it should have change into distorted, altered, and embellished. However why did my chest really feel tight as I listened to this story?

“However the god of dying…….”

Whether or not Jenny knew my emotions or not, she approached me with a critical expression.

After I barely lowered my higher physique for Jenny, she whispered softly as if sharing a secret.

“He beloved the saint a lot that he turned obsessed together with her.”

The grownup who informed Jenny this story should have emphasised this half.

Jenny made an effort to mimic them as greatest as she may, and it was unexpectedly lovable. I calmly stroked her little chin, however at that second, a piercing headache struck me.

“Ah!”

“Are you all proper, Miss Mary?”

My groan appeared to startle Jenny, and she or he hesitantly positioned her hand on my knee, me with concern. I held Jenny’s little hand tightly.

“Sorry, I abruptly received a headache.”

“Ought to I get you some drugs?”

“No, I’ll be superb if I relaxation for a bit. I’m sorry. Will you come once more subsequent time? I had a good time as we speak.”

Jenny, who was me with frightened eyes, went again, and I appeared on the books on the shelf.

There may be extra concerning the god of dying. Or the saint that the god of dying beloved…

I had an indescribable premonition. No, this wasn’t only a premonition. Why did I’m going round in circles for such a easy reality?

The God of Dying beloved the saint. The God of the Underworld needed me to change into the saint of the Underworld.

He… had beloved me for a really very long time.

However did he actually love me?

***

Arsene knew that Mary all the time acted cheerfully as if she was superb, however she cried each night time resulting from eager for her household.

Often, she had nightmares. The nightmares she had to this point had been the God of Dying taking part in methods on her.

Nonetheless, this place was not a spot the place the God of Dying may have an affect. The nightmares Mary had right here may be the manifestation of the trauma deep inside her coronary heart.

Though he stated she may carry something she needed from her dwelling earlier than coming right here, the naive Mary Conler didn’t carry something from her home.

Arsene sighed, wishing he had obtained extra info.

However, it made Arsene glad to have Mary on this village.

The village that she had created, devoting every thing till the very finish. He needed to point out it to her sometime. These whom she needed to guard had missed her for therefore lengthy.

Arsene was all the time there to carry her the issues she needed to eat. Mary, together with her harmless voice, appeared to specific her want to alleviate her longing.

After having a human determine like this, he didn’t wish to return to being a canine as a lot as attainable, however Mary, who gave the impression to be drunk on longing each night time and out of her thoughts, gave the impression to be extra comforted by the canine’s look.

“I’m again, Mary. I introduced the bread you needed.”

As Arsene entered the home, she noticed Mary sitting blankly in a chair. It was a sight he had all the time seen, however as we speak it appeared a bit totally different.

She appeared absent-minded. Did one thing occur? Arsene abruptly turned frightened, as Mary was all the time energetic till bedtime.

“What’s the matter?”

Arsene gently stroked Mary’s head. Mary twitched like a unfastened marionette string.

It appeared like a squeaking sound may very well be heard as she turned her head.

“Am I…the saint?”

The time has come. Arsene set free a sigh that gave the impression of fun. What ought to he say? He ran his hand via her his roughly.

“Am I the saint who created this village?”

Arsene hesitated for a second, after which Mary raised herself up and requested in a agency voice.

Nonetheless, Arsene stood as if she had change into a rock, unable to verify or deny it.

“Then the god of dying have to be the god of the underworld.”

The God of Dying gathered his energy to change into the God of the Underworld, in order that Mary may very well be included into the world the place he existed. It was much more efficient than an historical and forgotten identify.

“Then it’s not me that he desires.”

What was Mary considering as she sat on this chair that led her to this end result? The nook of Arsene’s eyes started to twitch.

‘She requested if she was the saint… How did she know?’

“So, he desires to carry her again via me.”

To change into a sacrifice much like her.