System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

But as soon as the door was closed, Syl realized that something was wrong.

Why is it so dark?Only one candle was providing light.

Looking along the dim light, a petite figure crouching in front of the desk attracted Syl's attention.

archbishop?Fell asleep?

Syl quietly walked in the direction of the archbishop, but halfway there, he realized that something was wrong.

Ashara's expression was a bit painful, she squinted her eyes slightly and panted on the desk, the holy light in her hand flickered on and off.

The originally pure holy light has become a little hazy at some point, and even some black spots occasionally flashed.

"The Archbishop?!" Syl exclaimed, and trotted to Ashara's side, "What's wrong with you?"

Ashara, who was lying on the desk, seemed to have noticed Syl's arrival only now, she propped up her body with her hands in a panic, and said:

"No... nothing... nothing..."

Ashara also showed a smile to Syl, as if wanting to prove that she was fine.

But this smile of hers, in the eyes of Syl, who is tenth level in Ashara, is something wrong.

If it was all right, Ashara wouldn't show such an "exaggerated" smile.

"archbishop......"

Syl looked at Ashara who sat up with her body propped up, and her tone was a little worried.

Ashara's hands supporting her body were constantly trembling, but as if to prove that she was fine, she supported her body tremblingly and wanted to stand up.

But as soon as her petite body stood up a little, she immediately lost her balance and fell to the side.

Syl stretched out his hand and hugged Archbishop Ashara, preventing her from falling to the ground.

As soon as he hugged Ashara's body, Syl's heart skipped a beat.

What's going on.......The archbishop's body is cold and slightly abnormal...

It feels like...the shell of a dying person...

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PS:

Recently, it is an important turning point, and a new map and plot will be opened soon. If there is anything strange, you can private message or post it, and the author will refer to it——

feature film -

[1. Xiaohong and Xiaohua ate mutton hot pot, the meat was very fat, why did they never see each other after eating? 】

【Because they got sheep fat. 】

[2. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai turned into butterflies]

[Suddenly Zhu Yingtai no longer knows Liang Shanbo]

【Zhu Yingtai: Who are you】

【Liang Shanbo said: I am your butterfly】

【3. Xiao Ming feels unwell and goes to see a doctor】

[The doctor frowned at the pulse]

【Xiao Ming is very anxious: "Doctor, how is my pulse?"】

【Doctor: "To be honest, it looks pretty ugly】

[4. A company bought four buildings and named them ABCD.Building A, building C and building D employees are always happy because they are not building B employees. 】

good night~

Chapter 275 Chapter 250 Eight [Equilibrium] Witch (12900 word chapter)

What exactly is going on?

Syl panicked all of a sudden, she instinctively felt that Ashara might just be tired, so she wanted to hug her and put her on the bed.

As soon as she picked her up, she felt Ashara's struggle.

Ashara didn't seem to want to be hugged by Syl, and twisted her body to leave Syl's embrace.

This is usually a very simple matter for Ashara, but at this time it is impossible to do it.

This little effort felt like tickling Syl.

Syl hugged Ashara, ignored her struggle, and put her on the bed.

After Ashara felt that she was already on the bed, Ashara also stopped struggling, but her expression was a little lonely.

[Saint]: "Doctor, can you see what's going on?"

Syl's voice was a little anxious, because her medical skills were not good, and because of her strange magical skills, she seldom helped people heal.

Therefore, if Syl doesn't understand at all, he can only turn to a doctor for help.

[Physician]: "You press her body, I'll feel it..."

The doctor's immature voice made Syl feel a little more at ease.

According to the doctor's instructions, she massaged some specific parts of Ashara's body, and finally put her hands in front of Ashara's heart, quietly feeling the heartbeat and the flow of blood.

[Doctor]: "The situation...is not very optimistic."

[Doctor]: "This should be the relapse of the old disease caused by the harsh environment all year round, plus the hidden injuries left by countless battles."

[Physician]: "And her lifespan is... If there is no special means to recover, it is conservatively estimated that it will take three months."

The doctor's words were very /// euphemistic, but Seale could hear exactly what the doctor meant when he said three months.

This is the deadline.

[Holy Maiden]: "Then...will she continue to be so weak?"

[Physician]: "No, this weakness is only temporary. This situation should have happened countless times before you saw it."

Hearing the doctor's words, Searle felt like being stabbed by a needle in his heart, with a piercing pain.

Archbishop Ashara has been carrying this pain all along, but he has never mentioned it to her... What Syl felt was not moved, but more of self-blame.

Blame yourself for not discovering these things sooner.

Looking at Ashara who was squinting slightly on the bed and looking at him, Syl's heart sank little by little.

"It's okay." Ashara noticed the worry on Syl's face, forced a somewhat unskilled smile, and said softly, "Take a rest, it will be fine."

Ashara was obviously suppressing her pain and comforting Syl.

[Saint]: "Is there any way to relieve the pain?"

[Physician]: "A good night's sleep is enough... But in Ashara's condition, it should be due to the pain in her body that makes her unable to fall asleep."

[Physician]: "I guess it's been a long time since I really fell asleep."

Syl pursed his lips, tightly grasping Ashara's right hand with both hands, without saying a word.

She couldn't describe how she felt right now, she just knew that she didn't like this feeling and didn't want to continue to experience this frustration.

It's the kind of frustration that you can't help relieve when you face the pain of the person you like.

Ashara's eyes were already slowly closed, mental exhaustion and physical pain were stimulating her.

Under this kind of double torture, it is difficult to even speak, let alone sleep soundly.

Even if you close your eyes for a short while, you will soon be awakened by this withered weakness and pain.

But even so, Ashara still squinted her eyes with force, turned her eyes to look at Syl, and whispered softly:

"I... stay for one night, it's fine... it's fine...."

"it does not matter......."

"Sigma....already accepting, nurturing, me, helping...."

"Platinum... Locke... will protect you, even if I..."

Ashara wanted to continue talking, but Syl had already reached out and covered her mouth.

"Archbishop, you are tired, you need to sleep for a while...Stop talking..." Syl lowered his head, his long hair hanging down to cover his cheeks, so that Ashara couldn't see to your own expression.

Seeing Syl's appearance, Ashara also closed her eyes, breathing evenly.

Of course Syl knew that Ashara was not asleep, but was adjusting her breathing to resist wave after wave of mental and physical torture.

Such a scene, where Syl couldn't see, Ashara has experienced countless times.

[Doctor]: "Miss Saint, in fact, you can try your hand of salvation."

[Physician]: "Although your hand of redemption is a little... ah... but falling into that deep coma and recovering body and spirit is a good thing for Ashara."

After being reminded by the doctor, Searle remembered that he still has such a strange move as [Hand of Redemption].

Though Syl's Hand of Redemption doesn't intuitively bring quick physical healing to others like the other nuns.

But for mental recovery, it is one of the best.

【Saint】: "Okay."

After Syl responded inwardly, he paused for a moment and continued.

[Holy Maiden]: "Let Sandy rest by herself, she has been standing for a day."

【Doctor】: "No problem, Miss Xiaolong and I will ask her to rest."

After setting up Sandy's affairs, Syl took his hands back, took off his shoes and clothes, and climbed onto Ashara's bed wearing only a thin layer of underwear.

At this moment, Ashara, who was surrounded by pain, was shrinking into a ball... Perhaps this was the reason why she thought of comforting Syl after seeing Syl curled up in the morning—— She thought of herself too.

Syl, who was lying beside Ashara, stretched out his arms, and slowly hugged Ashara who was curled up into a ball, and warmed Ashara with his own body temperature.