in the name of the queen.

With a feeling of trepidation, Roland walked into the prayer room.

The prayer room was Christine's private room, and Roland was the only one who held the key besides her.

As long as you hear the keyhole turning, you know Roland is coming.

Under normal circumstances, the Pope would most likely stand up to greet him, and even if he didn't want to stand up, he would still turn around and smile.

But Christine was different today. She knelt on the ground blankly, her eyes empty and without a trace of life.

Roland walked into the prayer room and was shocked when he saw this scene.

He didn't know what happened to Christine, but it was definitely not a small matter.

He didn't grab Christine's shoulders and shake her hysterically, nor did he ask neurotically what was wrong.

Christine needs comfort now.

He couldn't think of a better way, so he just held her hand.

As cold as snow, without any warmth at all, it seems that he is really heartbroken.

Thinking of Christine reading the books on the chastity of saints, Roland felt something was wrong.

He knew Christine. There was no man in her heart, only the Holy Light.

Apart from treating him differently, she is always rude to other men.

Nine out of ten saints are slutty, but Christine is a real saint, not a slutty bitch who uses this skin to drive up the price.

She has remained the same over the years.

Feeling Roland's concerned gaze, Christine finally came back to life, but she was still a little exhausted.

"The light has abandoned me."

Her voice was hoarse with frustration, as if the sky had fallen.

Well, we can remove the word "as if". For a devout believer like her, being abandoned by her faith is more serious than the sky falling.

"What's going on?" Roland guessed roughly, but still asked softly.

"Just yesterday, I heard an oracle while praying, but..."

Her voice was choked up.

The voice of the great goddess sounded deep in her consciousness, questioning her why she watched Roland destroy the God's Punishment Legion and why she accepted Roland, whose faith was impure, as a Knight of Light.

Loyalty that is not absolute is equal to absolute disloyalty.

The goddess was extremely disappointed with her and eventually deprived her of all her divine powers.

Roland felt a little strange. "All the divine power? Where is your own power of light?"

“It was also taken away.”

Christine smiled sadly. She said quietly, "It is very easy for God to deprive believers of their power. I can no longer use the power of light. It won't be long before they find out. I will be sent to the stake, just like the first saint."

"Let's see who dares!"

Roland angrily interrupted Christine's self-destruction.

"Even if you can't use the power of light, at most you won't be the Pope. Come on, follow me. I want to see who dares to hurt you in my territory."

Christine hesitated, but stopped.

"I'm already a useless person, you don't have to do this for me."

Her voice became lower and lower, and finally almost whispered, "Besides, in what capacity should I go to your place?"

"Marry me."

Roland said calmly.

"In fact, I have liked you for a long time. You insisted on becoming a saint before, and I had no reason to destroy your faith. Since you can no longer be a saint, you have to get married. I can't bear to see you marry someone else."

Perhaps after experiencing the baptism of the land of death, Roland's mentality has changed a lot.

If it were in the past, he would probably coax Christine home first, comfort her slowly, and then find a chance to confess his feelings.

But it was too late.

He did not lie. Although Christine had been disfigured, she gradually recovered with the blessing of pure faith. The scars on her face turned into holy marks, giving her a different kind of beauty.

Over the years, he and she have been best friends and best partners.

The relationship between them has long gone beyond ordinary friendship.

Roland absolutely could not accept her marrying someone else.

Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.

If Christine needed a reason to cheer up, he could give it to her.

He believed that Sif and the others would accept it.

Although Sif didn't like Christine at first, and even now thinks she is prone to extremes, she does not object to Christine becoming Roland's wife.

It is painful to be an enemy to extremists, but it is another matter to make them one of our own.

Christine stared at Roland blankly, and after a long time she slowly broke free from Roland's big hand.

"What is this? Charity or pity? I don't need this kind of marriage."

"Neither, this is my true feelings."

Roland said frankly: "You know me. I am a lustful guy. I have been drooling over you for a long time, but I never had the chance."

“Is it just because of the pretty face?” Christine was slightly disappointed, but her cheeks became a little redder.

"Of course there are more than that. Beautiful bodies are everywhere, but interesting souls are rare to find."

Roland's fingertips brushed across her cheek and he said softly, "This is not a scar, nor a stigmata. It is a sigh left in my heart. We have been through so much together, why can't we spend the rest of our lives together? Give me a chance to take care of you, okay?"

Share the rest of your life?

What a wonderful word.

But Christine still felt a little regretful. "I, I have never enjoyed the sweetness of love. Am I going to fall into the grave of love?"

"The book says that marriage is the grave of love, and I really don't accept that."

Christine was right, and Roland knew that this was a bit hasty. After all, he had never pursued her, and this proposal was totally unprepared. He just wanted to save Christine's confidence in survival.

There is love between men and women, but not much, at least it is still far from marriage.

Of course Christine could feel this kindness, but she still felt uncomfortable marrying like this.

"I'm sorry. Maybe you think I'm being hypocritical. You were trying to pull me out of the abyss, but I was worrying about your imperfect posture."

"No, I never thought so. Your request is very reasonable."

Roland said softly, "Then let go of your obsession with marriage. Let me put it another way. Are you willing to accept my pursuit and become my girlfriend?"

girlfriend?
Christine froze in place.

"It is a relationship between a man and a woman with the purpose of getting married."

"I know."

Christine's cheeks blushed slightly, and she asked softly, "Do you know the meaning of girlfriend in the Holy Scripture of Light?"

"Girlfriends can enjoy the treatment of wives, but they don't have to be restricted. The saints at that time lived with their lovers in the name of girlfriends and even gave birth to offspring."

I wonder if you are reading this kind of book recently?

Roland didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fortunately, Cardinal Martin reminded him and he was not kept in the dark.

Girlfriend or wife, it's just a title. Apart from the wedding, there is no essential difference. If you are sure that you will not break up, there will even be less greasiness polluted by life and more comfortable and refreshing.

He already has a wife, a lover, and a sister, so it seems like it wouldn't be bad to have another girlfriend.

"You're my only girlfriend."

Roland put his hand on Christine's shoulder and stared at her beautiful face.

The faint stigmata were the price she paid for stopping Sophia. The wounds were on her face and the pain was in Roland's heart.

The hideous scars of the past have now faded into a trace of patterns, but the past is still vivid in my mind, as if it were yesterday.

Roland felt inexplicably blocked in his heart when he thought of Sophia, another woman who was related to this holy scar.

He didn't give Christine any time to think, and kissed her roughly.

Christine was caught off guard and had no reaction at all. Her soft red lips were tightly wrapped by Roland, greedily demanding them.

Is this a kiss?
The book says that kisses are breathtaking and make your soul spin, and it's true.
Sure enough, her soul seemed to leave her body and rotate freely in the prayer room.

Her mood was in the clouds, and she was immersed in the wonderful tingling feeling. She wanted to indulge in it and give up everything, until she saw the huge statue of the goddess leaning against the wall. This statue of the goddess was full of divinity and was the eyes of the goddess touching the world.

Only the Pope can pray under this statue.

If you are lucky enough, the prayers here will be heard by the goddess.

The closer you are to the statue, the higher the chances of being heard.

so.
Christine suddenly woke up, she grabbed Roland's shoulders and gently pushed him away.

"The goddess can see here."

Is this the power of inertia? Even if you are abandoned by the goddess, it is still difficult to change.

Roland was a little disappointed, but he still gently obeyed Christine and silently buttoned up the first button of Christine's shirt that had been quietly unbuttoned.

"Then let's go."

"No!"

Christine strongly objected.

She shook her head vigorously, her voice as cold as a polar glacier.

"As long as I like it, are you willing to do anything, no matter how extreme it is?"

Looking at Christine who was gradually becoming sickly and delicate, Roland's lips curled up slightly.

Fortunately, she actually knows how to act coquettishly and play tricks, and she has really gotten into the role of a girlfriend.

He nodded firmly.

"as you wish."

Christine glanced back at the statue of the goddess.

Although it is a statue, it perfectly reproduces the beauty and majesty of the goddess. It is a masterpiece full of artistic taste and is worthy of being the pinnacle work of the most famous artist in the Fourth Age.

She whispered, "Did you see that?"

"I see. Although it is a perfect work of art, it is just a statue. Don't take it too seriously."

“It is indeed a statue, but it can also be seen as part of the goddess.”

Christine's eyes gradually became sharper, like a knife.

"I did everything a believer could do. I didn't let the goddess down, right?"

"of course."

"You said that if the master abandons the subject, the subject can regard the master as an enemy, right?"

Christine's words cheered Roland up, and he even felt a little excited.

It is well known that the hatred that leads to the collapse of faith is unparalleled, and female believers are more likely to go to extremes.

Christine was different from ordinary female believers. When she went to extremes, Roland would feel a chill down his spine.

Christine was heartbroken by Tia, and she will definitely take revenge, but no one knows how she will do it.

Roland was a little curious and brainstormed quickly.

Is it to demolish the statue of the goddess?
This is a statue made of divine stone from heaven, and blessed by the power of the goddess, making it unshakable.

Once an enemy used a powerful artifact to attack with all his strength, but the damage caused was almost zero.

At least Roland and Christine can't tear down the statue for the time being.

Since it cannot be demolished, is it possible to graffiti on the statue to destroy the sanctity of the goddess statue?
Or maybe just steal the goddess statue and take it back to make it slowly?

Just as Roland was lost in thought, Christine put her hand on his shoulder.

"I don't have the strength now. Take me upstairs. Remember to bring bedding."

The statue of the goddess is shaped like the goddess raising her hands above her head, with her hands meeting above her head to form a small platform.

It is quite spacious and can accommodate several people at the same time.

Although it was a little strange, Roland still followed her request, picked up the soft blanket on the big bed next to him, wrapped the trembling Christine, and lightly jumped onto the statue that was more than 20 meters high.

He very considerately made the bed so that Christine could lie down comfortably.

How does this angle cause damage to the statue?

Should he learn from the little boy in Brussels and urinate violently?
Although it was a little outrageous, he was willing to do anything to make Christine happy.

Christine reached out and pressed the soft quilt, keeping her head down the whole time, fearing that her red face would be exposed if she raised her head slightly.

"Is it okay here?"

"What can I do?" Roland was a little surprised.

"Do what boyfriends and girlfriends love to do most." Christine's gentle but murderous voice sounded.

Roland: "."

He still underestimated the revengefulness of women, and even more so the extent to which Christine had been hurt.

He had to admit that Christine's revenge was much more cruel than he had imagined.

The former saint, the most holy believer, now merged with the enemies of light above the head of the goddess' statue.

Blood, sweat, and tears mixed together and dripped onto the top of the goddess statue.

Roland got hard just thinking about this scene.

This is the ultimate insult.

You are so nice, Christine.

Roland kissed her without hesitation.

Tonight belongs to Christine, to him, but definitely not to Tia.

Christine closed her eyes and unbuttoned her shirt.

Roland's eyes fell on her heart.

The open mind is very much like the Rodinia Plain, with nothing in sight.

In fact, although Christine was poor before, she at least had some curves if she squeezed hard.

It's a pity that her pride, which was originally not rich, was flattened by Sophia's sword, and she became a real plain. This is also the reason why she stopped at the doorstep of the top three in the charm list and could never break into the top two.

Roland's fingertips moved over the smooth and delicate skin, and a tear fell into the lake of his heart.

Christine had been injured too many times, but she always wrapped herself up cleverly so that Roland wouldn't find out.

That's enough. That's enough.

No one can hurt Christine, not even the goddess.

Not only that, he would fully support anyone Christine wanted to hurt, and the same goes for the goddess.

His fingertips did not linger, as he knew very well that even a moment of lingering would hurt Christine's already fragile and sensitive heart.

He roughly tore off all of Christine's clothes.

The imperfect artwork appears before our eyes in a scarred and strange way that is charming.

She had at least four fatal wounds on her body, all traces of fighting for Roland.

Roland gently penetrated Christine's defenses, leaving another scar on her body.

The name of this scar is real woman.

The blood slowly flowed down, dripping accurately onto the forehead of the goddess statue, sliding down the cheek, falling at the corner of the lips, and gradually drying up.

Christine cried out softly, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes in pain.

Why do other women like this painful feeling?
She had lost her power and was now just an ordinary girl, but it was indeed a bit difficult for her to bear Roland's tremendous strength.

She was like a small boat in a storm, desperately clinging to Roland's shoulders and whimpering.

Just as she was about to scream out in pain, she saw the goddess statue open its eyes out of the corner of her eye.

This was the first time she saw the Tia statue so angry and out of control.

Christine's soul trembled.

She suddenly no longer felt pain, but was replaced by a pleasure that penetrated deep into her bones.

Is this the pleasure that women love most?

Really, I am very happy. (End of this chapter)