System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Run faster."

Sandy's speed is extremely fast, which is a world of difference compared to Searle.

When Sandy was holding her and running at full speed, Searle even felt that she was facing a tenth-level hurricane, her hair was blown away, and she was blinded by the wind.

Fortunately for Searle, the aura of stalking seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and the feeling of spying had completely disappeared.

After the feeling of being watched disappeared, Syl whispered softly:

"clown."

In an instant, Searle's delicate figure in a white robe turned into a tall and thin man at 1.7 meters eight.

The sudden change in her arms also made Sandy feel a little unstable for a while, and almost jumped to another roof.

The clown in Sandy's arms quickly opened Sandy's arms, and then hugged Sandy directly.

Sandy, who was shorter than Searle herself, was easily hugged by Searle who turned into a clown.

And the moment he picked up Sandy, the clown also exploded at a terrifying speed, turning into an afterimage and disappearing in place, directly out of sight.

Is it out of the sky?

No, it just rushed to a certain alley in the distance at an explosive speed, completely getting rid of the tracking.

"Huh... so exciting on the first day?" Syl, who landed on the ground, grinned and continued in a hoarse voice, "Interesting."

Searle lowered her right hand, and Sandy's legs lost their place to rest on, and fell directly. Searle bent over slightly with her arms around her shoulders, allowing her feet to touch the ground.

This scene looks like a high-level dance music that has just ended, and the dancer is letting the partner land gently.

Sandy, who hadn't recovered from her senses, was put on the ground by Searle, and then she took two vain steps before gradually slowing down.

"Okay... so fast..." Sandy said slowly.

"I can go faster—" Syl raised her head high, the speed at which she was holding Sandy just now was not the clown's limit speed.

[Love Saint]: "I'm different. I enjoy the slower feeling more. Of course, I can control the occasional intensity."

Syl frowned, but she didn't think carefully about what the lover was talking about. She just smoothed her hair back and snapped her fingers at Sandy: "Go, go to Ibiza."

"Yeah." Sandy tidied up what was blown by the wind, trotted to keep up with Syl in front, and followed closely behind her.

......

"My goddess...why is that little bastard suddenly so fast?!" Right at the place where Syl jumped just now, a female figure covered in a black robe was leaning on the wall to breathe. Panting, about 1.7 meters tall, with a thin build.

"I haven't exercised for a long time...I'm not the type to exercise..." Panting, she pulled down her hood.

She was the one who followed Syl just now.

But when she got here, she didn't continue to chase.

Seeing her unhurried appearance, it doesn't look like she can't catch up, but...too lazy to chase?

In other words, he found a reason not to pursue it.

She bent down slightly, picked up a piece of light golden curly long hair on the ground, held it up in front of her, and murmured:

"Really...I'm called to take care of the children...I'm not a kind old grandma."

Saying so, she tossed that pale blonde hair into the air, and then stretched her right hand toward the wall on the right.

The imaginary scene of the wall breaking or the woman's finger fracture did not appear. Instead, some pale golden ripples appeared on the wall, and the woman's hand directly extended into the wall as if it were inserted into the water.

Immediately afterwards, she seemed to be holding something in her right hand, and then pulled it out suddenly.

A stabbing sword with a lavender pattern on the hilt was pulled out from the wall by her. The light blue sword seemed to emit fluorescence.

She grabbed the rapier and raised her hand lightly to pick it up. The blade quickly moved towards the hair, and stopped the moment it was about to touch the hair.

A strong cyan light shot out from the blade, completely enveloping that hair.

Holding her sword up, she slowly recited to her hair hovering in the air, entwined with blue sword energy:

"Take a deep breath, and the light wind leaps between the sky and the earth, blowing in all directions..."

"The god of tenacity and protection, my lord... Please grant me the power to protect others—"

As her last prayer fell, her hair wrapped in blue sword energy quickly burned with green flames.

But the hair wrapped in the flames did not show any trace of being incinerated. Instead, it seemed to be alive. It floated to her right wrist holding the sword, and wrapped around her wrist with flames.

"hiss--"

The woman took a breath of cool air, at this time the flame quickly burned her hair to ashes and then disappeared, and what was left was the green flame on the woman's right wrist.

"The state of life is safe...God... How can a nun taught by the Goddess of Hope run faster than the wind rabbit." The woman complained silently, and then the sword in her hand slowly shattered and disappeared, as if it was just A magic weapon used to cast spells.

She turned around and walked towards other paths, as if she was planning to slowly walk in the direction the saintess left just now.

It seems that as long as she gets this hair, she doesn't have to rush to find someone.

But when she was about to leave, she frowned slightly.

"Heh... Even I have been monitored? No wonder you have to find the God of Tenacity and Protection to carry out the protection task..."

The woman just thought about it, and after glancing at the green brand on her right hand, she gave up thinking.

"Let's go to sleep, it's not as interesting to take care of children."

Having said that, she started walking towards the hotel, as if she really planned to have a good sleep.

......

Fina's residence at No. 69 Hanbering Street, West Ibiza.

Compared with the tranquility and calmness of the puppets on the street, the inside of the house seems to be a mess.

"Fina...Master Fina!!! They've woken up again!!!" Peer's shrill scream came from the cellar downstairs.

"What's all the fuss about? Give me medicine! Give me medicine when you wake up!" Fina, who was making breakfast in the kitchen, also yelled down.

"Uuuuuuu, the medicine is not enough..."

"Huh? Four bottles of sleeping potions are not enough? Isn't there only four people?"

"I spilled a bottle..."

Hearing Pei Er's weak response from below the cellar, Fina sighed again.

Since accepting Pei'er, Fina has always thought that Pei'er is very nice, obedient and well-behaved, but she often touches the black feather cloak in the room.

Although she was very timid, she would force herself to be brave. For example, this time, when Fina got up and was going to give the captives below a dose of medicine, Peier volunteered to help.

As a result, it became what it is now.

"You come up first, you make breakfast, I'll go down and make it." Fina shouted to the bottom.

Almost as soon as Fina's voice fell, Pei'er ran up with her skirt in hand, "bang—" she closed the cellar door, and rushed behind Fina.

After taking off the apron, Fina patted Peer on the shoulder, then hung the apron on Fina, ready to walk towards the cellar.

But halfway through, Fina suddenly froze in place, her eyes widened, and she seemed to blurt out in disbelief: "Mentor?!"

Immediately afterwards, she quickly gave up the idea of ​​going downstairs, and rushed to the door in one stride, with her hands on her chest, as if looking forward to what was about to happen behind the door.

Sure enough, just after she ran to the door, there was a knock on the door.

"Truly—"

There was only a knock on the door, and Fei Na quickly opened the door and rushed towards the person who came: "Mentor~ I miss you to death!"

Syl, who was knocking on the door, still kept his hand in the knocking position, but after realizing that Fina was rushing towards him, he turned around nimbly and avoided Fina's pounce, and walked inside as if nothing happened. go.

"Hey, Peer, I'm making breakfast." Syl greeted with a smile and raised his hand, asking like a neighbor visiting, "Do you have a share for me?"

"Ah... yes... yes, Pei'er will do it now." Pei'er seemed to be seeing the clown for the first time, and she turned her head nervously and started making breakfast .

Seeing that her pounce was dodged again, Fina sighed and closed the door in frustration.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she nervously said behind Syl:

"Teacher, our plan seems to have failed. The Goddess of Hope seems to know our plan in advance... Now their prestige is high... What should we do?"

Fina seemed a little worried, because the explosion she had arranged for a long time was disintegrated by the Goddess of Hope.

If it was a mentor, he would definitely be able to respond quickly later... But the mentor didn't seem to be there, and it took a day for the crowning ceremony to be completely over before coming to him.

"It's the method of the new pope. Have you read her declaration?" Syl raised his eyebrows and asked casually.

"I saw the full text in the newspaper..." Fina nodded, then lowered her head and said, "Sorry, mentor..."

"Why do you apologize? You just acted according to my plan." Syl shook his head and smiled, "There are many ways to succeed, so don't worry about a single failure, Fina."

"Hmm!" Fina's spirit seemed to lift up after hearing the instructor's words, and then she asked curiously, "Then... do we have any plans in the future?"

Syl pinched his chin, raised his head slightly to look into the air, and muttered:

"Hope the Pope has left. During this period of time, no one should touch the Goddess of Hope, and I don't want to..."

"In that case, let's start with the rotten nobles, just to solve Pei'er's matter."

Speaking of this, Pei Er, who was cutting bread slices in the kitchen, stopped with the hand holding the kitchen knife and was still trembling.

"Squeak-"

At this moment, the sound of a door being moved entered the ears of the three.

Syl and Fina looked towards the place where the sound came from at the same time, and found that the cellar door was slowly opening.

A skinny hand stretched out, and then, a haggard figure walked out tremblingly holding the door.

"Sunshine...I'm free..." The man made a hoarse voice, but soon, he noticed.

There are two people looking at him in front of him.

One of them looks very familiar.

"Little... clown!"

The church member who had just walked out of the cellar felt his legs go limp, and rolled back down the stairs.

Syl raised the corners of his mouth slightly, licked his lips subconsciously and said:

"Go, let's go and ask something in harmony and friendship..."