Only God
Chapter 415 - 368: Time to Meet God’s Messenger

Chapter 415: Chapter 368: Time to Meet God’s Messenger

Mira looked at Anos.

The princess didn’t know what the girl was looking at; she only knew that the girl’s gaze was always on her face.

Anos held a book in her hands, pretending to be nonchalant as she turned slightly, trying not to let Mira see her face directly. It would be embarrassing that way.

After a while, the girl would probably look away, right? A quarter-hour? Half an hour? Anos wasn’t sure. She tried to focus her gaze on the book rather than constantly checking to see if Mira was still looking at her.

The princess subconsciously reached up to touch the tips of her hair.

Mira’s gaze sometimes fell on the book in her hands, sometimes on her noble brows, and sometimes on the chest beneath her equestrian attire. No one but God knew what the girl was thinking.

After a long, long time, it felt like an entire hour had passed to Anos, but Mira’s gaze remained on her. That kind of look was like that of a girl staring at a dreamy, beautiful doll, willing to do so for a day and a night.

"Mira, why have you been looking at me this whole time?"

Anos could no longer bear it, her cheeks reddening slightly as she said,

"Of course, even if there’s no reason, I won’t stop you."

Mira pulled her gaze away somewhat awkwardly, scratching her head and after a moment said:

"Anos... It’s not because I wanted to look at you that I was staring. I was just thinking..."

"Thinking what?"

Anos pressed on.

"Do you believe?"

Mira asked abruptly.

Anos was taken aback.

After a moment, she spoke softly,

"Mira, perhaps you have already noticed."

"...I’ve seen your indifference. I always thought it was merely a lack of strong faith,"

Mira spoke out.

Anos sighed deeply and said,

"It’s quite strange, isn’t it, Mira?

There’s no need for reproach; my father had already chided me for it when I was a child."

Mira simply said,

"I don’t intend to reprimand you, Anos.

I am just... a little sad, a peculiar kind of sad."

Anos looked at Mira.

Before the princess could speak, Mira said,

"I’m just sad... Anos, you don’t have to do anything for me.

I know that faith is not blood pudding where you can add whatever blood you want, nor is it wine of different vintages where you can taste whatever you desire."

Anos closed the book in her hands and after a moment of contemplation, said,

"I quite agree with you, Mira."

Mira’s eyes were downturned, and echoing in that tiny heart was a phrase: Why don’t you believe, Anos?

For Mira, ever since she had been drawn to the glory of Heaven in her childhood, believing in God was something that was ordained in her fate.

She couldn’t imagine what she would be like without God.

And that’s why she felt troubled by Anos’s disbelief.

Looking at Mira who hung her head low, a sense of guilt rose from the depths of the princess’s heart for no clear reason.

The Golden Heart had devoured most of her flesh. In this world, many things could hardly stir the waves of her inner world, but this girl could, and during this journey, which was not short, only she could.

"Mira... are you trying to convince me?"

Anos guessed.

Mira lifted her face and gently nodded,

"Of course, I want to because you are the person I value the most."

Anos’s heart beat gently.

"Convincing someone is not so easy, just as if someone likes apple pie, you can hardly force them to take a liking to pineapple pie."

Mira earnestly made the analogy.

Anos smiled indulgently and followed the conversation,

"You are always like this, Mira. You are such a peculiar person. Even I find myself getting lost in the joy of your company."

"Oh? Really?"

Mira scratched her head, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Anos flipped open the book she held, her gaze lingering on Mira,

"In the past, I had to face challenges all by myself, my heart was always tense, never a day of relief.

But... after everything that’s happened, I’ve realized how comforting it is to have you by my side.

Previously, apart from my father, the Emperor, there was no one else I could trust. But actually... placing trust in one more person might not be so bad."

Anos pretended to be casual, she slowly flipped open the book she was holding, then slowly closed it again, as if it were a subconscious action, nothing out of the ordinary. Unfortunately, each time she flipped to a different place.

"To be honest, I’m not planning to share my grief or past pains with anyone, but... what if it’s not about grief, not about pain?"

At this point, Anos ceased speaking; her hands fidgeted uneasily, trembling lightly. She felt that although her words were subtle, they were... clear enough... probably.

Mira slowly stood up, observing the Princess’s expression.

The girl felt awkward; she truly couldn’t figure out what exactly Anos was thinking.

Was she thinking the same thing as herself?

If so, that would be good...

But if not?

Mira did not know how to respond.

There are so many people and things in this world, Mira, how could you be sure that Anos is thinking the same thing as you?

Mira thought about this and slowly sat back down.

Then, she feigned excitement,

"Anos, whatever it is, leave it to me."

The words fell.

The Princess clenched the pages of the book in her hand.

Then, she revealed a gentle smile.

It seemed... that she and Mira were not thinking the same thing.

Under such circumstances, perhaps it was God’s arrangement.

...

...

The title of Primordial Messenger had already spread among the Elders of the Primordial Church.

Mira and Anos reckoned it was about time.

Those Elders had already begun a desperate hunt for traces of the Primordial Messenger, their subordinate Priests scouring every street and alley, overlooking no detail.

But these Elders always found nothing.

The Primordial Messenger seemed to have concealed themselves, with rumors among the Priests suggesting that unless ordained by God, the Primordial Messenger would not appear.

Upon hearing such rumors, Mira and Anos realized that the time had come.

It was time to present themselves before the Primordial Church.

So, one day, before morning prayers had begun, Mira appeared at the steps of the Temple.

Anos, pretending to be a silent Maid, followed at her side.

Facing the staircase forged from gold, Mira began to climb, step by step.

Mira looked up from below at the magnificent and majestic hall,

"The Primordial Church... It’s time to meet God’s Messenger."

Mira had a premonition that once she entered the Golden Hall, a corner of the truth shrouded in fog about the entire Primordial Church would begin to unveil itself.

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