Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

In the town's church, which has the same spire as the Argerich family, there is a knight in silver armor.

He always wears a huge knight's helmet and a long sword on his waist, like a statue, guarding the door of the church regardless of the wind.

People who came to the church for blessings or prayers would greet him habitually, but he would only nod dully and never say a word.

Afro likes to go to church because the kind nuns there will always take the trouble to listen to his narration.

And tell some wonderful stories about the gospel sent by the goddess. In the story, all the bad guys will be punished, and the good guys will have the happiest ending.

This almost perfectly matched a child's imagination of fairy tales, so gradually, Avro began to admire the goddess.

Of course, we occasionally talk about other things.

The young Afro learned from the nun that this strange man wearing a knight's helmet was not actually the guardian knight who protected the order of the church.

He just came here spontaneously, and then stayed there from day to night, as pious as a pilgrim, motionless.

However, the Armored Knight seems to be afraid of fire. Whenever the residents of the town light bonfires to celebrate the autumn harvest, he will escape without a trace.

Curiosity about this armored knight ran through Avro's childhood.

This must be a handsome knight!It will appear quietly every night.

He must have his own unique way of doing chivalry and protecting this town.

So every time she passed the church, she would gently tap the knight's armor and say "Come on, hero knight!" as a secret way of saying hello.

But the reality is different from imagination.

Avro remembers that it was a scorching summer day when she discovered the secret of the armored knight.

That day, she went to the church as usual, but found that the knight in armor did not stick to his post this time, but headed towards the well next to the church.

Out of curiosity, Afro carefully lay down under the church statue and peeked at the armored knight.

The armored knight fished out clean water from the well, and then carefully looked around to make sure no one was around before taking off his helmet and preparing to wash away the sweat stains on his face.

It was a face that had been destroyed by flames. The pink and white burn marks were like ugly lava welded on the side of the young man's face. It was as shocking and terrifying as a monster.

This was the first time that my young self came into contact with such a terrifying scene.

Avro only remembered that her screams alerted the knight, and then she ran out without looking back.

For a six-year-old child, this was too terrifying a scene, and she couldn't accept it anyway.

She ran home in one breath, threw herself into her mother's arms, described what she had seen, and cried sadly and fearfully for a long time.

Later, when Avro grew up a little, she heard that——

The knight in armor was once the son of the church's last priest, Zales, Will. He stole the church's charity money because he hung out with his friends.

Father Zales devoted almost his whole life to the church and the town. He had no face to face the residents and believers. He was so angry that he almost died. He was sick for three months and finally couldn't survive it.

Will was defrauded of all his savings by gangsters outside. No, it wasn't just deception, it was murder.

They got Will drunk and stole all his money, then set a fire. Will relied on his survival instinct to survive.

When he was desperate and ready to change his mind and return to the small town of Rubal, he realized that his father had been mad at him.

But he no longer had the face to face the town residents, so he could only wear armor and atone for his father's sins in his own way.

At this point, Avro no longer had any interesting fantasies about the Armored Knight.

Time passed by so leisurely, and when I was eight years old, a terrible fire broke out from the fireplace on the ground floor.

Those old and loose wooden building materials became the best nutrients for the flames, and the flames surged and roared for a while.

Avro only remembered that he was in the bedroom, with flames burning in front of his eyes. The scorching waves of fire distorted the air, making it hot and suffocating.

She even forgot to run. Death was so close to her that she could only cry in fear.

"Miss, run! Follow me."

Maid Meilin rushed over anxiously from the next door and hugged herself.

Her thin body wanted to escape with her, but the raging fire had already occupied the stairs.

Looking down, it looks like a hell burning with endless fire.

If you want to gain life, you must escape from hell.

Mei Lin kept repeating this sentence, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, miss, it's okay, I will definitely take you out."

Avro held her hand, but felt the maid's body trembling continuously.

Meilin was also scared at the time, so she couldn't cry.

Fire is not Death's only weapon, but also the air he breathes.

While trying to survive, Avro felt his body getting hotter and hotter in the scalding flames, and his consciousness gradually approached coma.

Maybe it's because when I was young, I heard too many stories about the goddess's grace.

A sacred female figure unexpectedly appeared in his hazy vision. The young Avro couldn't see clearly her appearance and clothes, but he felt a sense of clarity that his body and mind were being washed.

The mysterious and sacred woman embraced herself, and the warmth drove away all the darkness. A voice full of feminine love sounded in her ears, saying:

"Good boy, you will be blessed."

Then, a silver knight descended from the sky in the light of the fire and ran towards him who was shivering with Merlin in the wash basin.

"It's a heroic knight!"

He had the most fearless courage and the most powerful strength, and he rescued himself so easily.

When the terrible fire started, some residents of the town were reluctant to help put out the fire, because Argerich was a sinner of this land.

However, the church's nun, Terbury, took the lead. Without saying a word, her thin body started to put out the fire with a bucket. It was eventually extinguished with the cooperation of everyone.

"Are you injured? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

His parents held him as if they were holding treasures, carefully examining every corner of his body.

And Afro looked back, wanting to find the heroic knight in armor who had rescued him, the hero who should have been praised, but found that he had already quietly disappeared into the crowd.

……

After the old house was burned down, his father took him to the imperial capital of Klein and took refuge in Argerich's direct branch.

Avro would occasionally write back.

I heard from Sister Trebret on the letter that the knight in armor has truly become the guardian knight of the church.

"Everyone has the opportunity to atone after making a mistake. This is the fraternity of the goddess. As long as you are devoted to kindness and believe in the goddess, the goddess will personally welcome believers after death and go to heaven of eternal happiness."

Tebo Lei always said this to herself before telling a story.

I don’t know when, Afro began to believe in Lady Wells, the goddess of light.

A knight in the fire when I was young?Or lie down on the church pulpit and listen to Sister Turbory ​​telling the story of the goddess traveling around the world?

But what is certain is that the goddess saved herself in a desperate situation and gave Will the opportunity and courage to atone for his sins.

Avro didn't care about the moment it started. She liked this kind of power that could warm people's hearts, that's all.

I want to be like Mother Terbori, someone who can give strength to others.

Therefore, Afro vowed that he would worship the goddess devoutly throughout his life and follow her guidance until death.

……

"Hahaha……"

Recalling his journey as a believer, Afro was like a soul that had lost its empty shell. He was so weak that he pressed against the wall and breathed heavily.

The body seemed to have lost all strength, and the whole person collapsed and slid down the wall, kneeling on the ground like a dog with its backbone removed.

As a candidate saint, wearing a collar is a surrender of faith to the imperial power.

How could I?How could I...

Avro's hands were trembling, her breathing was extremely unsteady, and she touched the collar around her neck in disbelief. She looked back in pain at the unconscious Royal Highness on the chair.

Grace's head hung low against the wall, her brows softened, and the pain seemed to have disappeared.

Avro struggled to detect with magic power and found that the life force in the girl was no longer lost, but she still continued to transmit life-healing magic to Grace.

Fortunately, the bet was right.Her Royal Highness survived.

But Avro did not relieve himself of the heavy burden. On the contrary - bang, a crystal tear fell from his cheek.

If that's what it costs to save a life.

How will you view me from now on, goddess?

How will I treat you from now on, Your Highness?

6.Don’t you have anything to say?

Is it really a magic item?

The collar was tightly tied around his neck like a lock without a key. After confirming that he could not take it off by any means, Afro finally gave up the resistance.

But no matter how miserable the world is, people always have to move forward.

Avro cheered up, stood up tremblingly, and looked at the peacefully sleeping Princess with a complicated expression.

The curve of the girl's side face is thin, her skin is so pale that she doesn't know what the sun is, and she is so beautiful that she looks like a calm landscape painting.

It seems that it will take some time for Her Royal Highness to wake up.

Somehow, Avro remembered the shivering hem of her skirt.

Her mood was like a sticky mess, uncomfortable, bitter, and confused. She hesitated and remained silent.

Even though he didn't know why Her Royal Highness asked her to wear the collar, Avro still chose to go to her locker - took out the blanket that was supposed to be given to the old man and covered the girl's body.

This is just out of compassion for women, nothing more.

Taking a deep breath, Avro nervously pushed open the wooden door of the confessional.

What will others... think of me now?It would be nice if no one found out.

The moment he opened the door, a young nun with freckles on her face appeared in front of her.

Avro recognized her, she was Sister Julie who always liked to laze in the big tree behind the church.

Her usually friendly eyes were like Ling Chi's knife, cutting Avro's self-esteem into pieces one by one.

Avro's heart sank, and he held the door handle tightly, so nervous that his knuckles turned white.

Finished, the collar around my neck...

But Sister Julie just smiled lightly, without lingering on her neck, but asked with concern:

"Your Majesty Avro, why are you out here? Father Morton has arranged some broth for everyone. Do you want to try it?"

In the Holy See of Light, churches in each jurisdiction are generally jointly managed by nuns and priests.

Father Morton is the priest of St. Valisi. He has a tolerant and loving personality and often helps nearby believers at his own expense.

A few years ago, he funded the construction of a church welfare home and enjoyed high prestige in the West District of St. Vari in the imperial capital.

"broth?"

Julie nodded, "Yes, why don't you have some? Your Majesty. Is it cold today?"

"you……"

Avro looked into Julie's eyes with some hesitation, and she asked cautiously,

"You can't see what's on my neck..."

Julie poked her head forward, "Is there something on your neck?"

Can't you see it?

By the way, the collar seems to be a magic item, so it’s normal that others can’t see it.

Avro's white knuckles were finally loosened, and she was relieved.

"It's okay, thank you, I won't drink the broth."

Although he can't deceive the goddess, it is enough to protect outsiders' views on the goddess.

Avro glanced at him from a distance. The frail old man from before was sitting in a corner of the church, quietly drinking broth.