Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

She tried hard to calm herself and wanted to smile gently, but the crystal tears filled her eyes fell down.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the sobs that made her unable to control herself, and suddenly tightened her slender white fingers.

(gentlemen……)

It had been too long since she had recalled the warm moments she had spent with her husband.

The blood that Mr. Xian sprayed on the hospital bed that day has turned cold.

If people are not good at forgetting, how can they survive?

Every nun around Mary carefully avoided talking about her husband's affairs, as if all the tragedies had never happened.

She had witnessed with her own eyes how her husband calmed the anger of the Holy Trinity war faction with his warm and wise words.

How did Mr. Sir use his superb commanding skills to smooth away the black shadow lingering in Kivotos so that all students can live under the sun.

With his firm belief, he guided the students to overcome all difficulties and achieve great achievements.

In my spare time, I walked with Mary in the light-dappled garden, enlightening her with gentle words, meticulousness, patience and tolerance.

With such great tolerance, he listened to Mary's willful complaints and childish ideals again and again, and with 12 patience, he guided Mary to avoid extreme thinking and move toward a broad road.

Yes,

Mary smiled miserably.

It was an ordinary, warm, and unparalleled miracle that she had ever had.

Those gentle, firm, bright and perfect people,

But under a tragic set-up and filled with murderous intent, he headed towards his destined fate.

"God...God..."

With tears in her eyes, she felt that the night was bone-chillingly cold.

"You... why do you let people like Mr.... die..."

"Leave me...a stupid...and willful...child like me...alive..."

She finally couldn't suppress her hoarse sobs, which sounded like an old bagpipe in pain.

"This is not the right way..."

"God, this...is not the right way..."

……

In the dark church, Elomari clenched her fists tightly, feeling as if her chest was about to explode.

She remembered every encounter between her husband and her.

His expression was full of gentleness and concern, and her eyes were a mixture of admiration and dependence.

That was the little nun's way of solving herself. She thought it was mutual benefit, but in the end it was just one-sided nurturing.

She closed her eyes tightly, and her spasmodic hands rubbed the corners of her clothes into a mess.

A few days ago, when her husband collapsed due to sudden pain, she was also in the small infirmary.

The children gathered around the gentleman on the hospital bed. Their faces were all pale, and their chests hurt so much that they couldn't breathe.

The excessive burden finally overwhelmed Xia Lai's husband.

They forced him into the abyss with their own hands, and now he is dying, seriously injured and waiting to die.

But for them, we must continue to work, face more unknown and cruel opponents, and bear the big mistakes caused by their willfulness.

At that time, did Elomari offer any comfort and coolness to her unconscious husband?

No, no.

She remembers it all too well.

Through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, she could only see that in her husband's eyes, the weakly burning fire of life that had just begun to struggle dimmed little by little and turned into a hollow.

He seemed to be watching the students, but it seemed like he was not looking at anyone.

His entire soul seemed to have been separated from his body.

Only an extremely broken body is left, which continues to endure endless suffering.

Elomari stared blankly at her husband's retreating figure and the faint smile on his lips.

Red blood was flowing from her lips, blooming like a flower on the other side of the world.

She only felt that everything in the world had nothing to do with her, and even her voice was no longer her own:

"Dear God, the loving and mighty Lord,"

"You are the true God, the living God, the God of healing, the God of care,"

"Please show me all your grace, please give me your healing nectar, so that our husband... no longer suffers... no more pain..."

"Because we firmly believe that those who rely on you will never be shaken,"

"Despite the rough seas and storms around us, there is still your love and lasting peace in our...sir."

"Woo... ah... ah..."

Elomari lowered her head, covering her face and sobbing.

Every time she uttered a chant, it was like spitting out a barbed steel rod, causing her throat to hurt like fire.

My goodness,

My goodness,

Where is the healing nectar?

Where is all the mighty grace?

The husband she was proud of had never begged for anything from them even though dark clouds were overwhelming the city and the mountains were overwhelming.

How can such a person endure the pain of a broken body? How should he endure it!

And when the husband was in pain and unconscious, where was he?

Is it a dark, bleak, hopeless place?

Without anyone around him, how lonely must it be for him to embark on the road of no return?

She didn't dare to think about it anymore and bit the tip of her thumb with her teeth until it was bloody.

Maybe, if he stays in a coma until the 87th and leaves without knowing anything, he will be less hurt.

Hurt from students...

But Yiluo Mary learned that her husband woke up the next day after he fell into a coma.

Without any hesitation or complaint, Mr. Immediately devoted himself to more intense work, dedicated to consolidating unity and peace in Kivotos.

Seeing the back of my husband busy in Trinity College,

Elomari was speechless.

How can she persuade her husband to stop what he is doing and rest for a few days?

How can she defend herself against the overt and covert attacks of those warring factions who are still ready to take action?

She has no choice.

She couldn't imagine that if her husband was hurt by the enemy again in these few days left...

Then even if she digs deep into the ground, she will make that dirty-hearted thing suffer all the torture in the world and then roll off to hell.

Chapter 014: Day 087·Late Night·Trinity College Great Hall ②

In the silent church, Elomari nervously grabbed the corner of her clothes. The pain was so painful that even breathing was a luxury.

She eagerly imagined and recalled the beautiful moments she had spent with her husband.

It seems that this is the only way to get rid of the terrible distracting thoughts in my mind.

Elo Marie once had a crush on nuns.

Those loving nuns, with their supreme compassion, convey the gospel of the true God, so that people struggling in the sea of ​​suffering in the mortal world can stay away from pain and sorrow and regain the hope of life.

She had fantasized about becoming a nun.

Wearing a light black veil, she uttered gentle and loving words to ease the children's confusion and pain.

But today, Elomari no longer dared to speak nonsense, no longer dared to dream.

Because she desperately discovered that the feeling of losing the most intimate person was far beyond her imagination.

Even if she was tortured by the fire of hell, her body split in half by a sharp blade, and the skin and flesh on her body were torn off strip by strip, it would not be even [-] percent of the despair she felt when she wanted to escape at this moment.

How can she cope with this kind of pain?How to comfort?

How arrogant.

It's really too ignorant.

Faced with such an arrogant self, her husband still taught her patiently and meticulously, and gently encouraged her to pursue her ideal of becoming a nun.

What an unbearable past she didn't want to face again for a moment.

Yiluo Mary smiled bitterly, with deep self-mockery in her admiration.

To alleviate the misery...

The ideal of universal kindness now seems to be just an extremely ugly joke.

How could she imagine that self-righteous humility that day? In the eyes of her husband, she might be extremely arrogant! ?

"god……"

"God..."

"Respond to me..."

"Answer my prayer..."

The girl's trembling voice echoed in the empty church.

why,

Why was it that no matter how many times she called out to the gods, there was no answer in her heart?

Why not give her, who is suffering, a trivial answer?

The boundless misery turned into a tidal darkness, swallowing up her thoughts entirely.

She thought again of her husband's two days at Trinity College.

During these two days, Elomari has been watching over her husband.

Seeing him lying in pain among the dead branches and leaves, breathing hard,

Watching him treat his illness indifferently and work unremittingly,

Seeing those warring factions who were still unwilling to give up, they were talking a lot behind his back.

For two whole days, my husband couldn't even find time to drink water.

She looked at him, and her lips, which had lost their color, became a little bit dry, a little bit cracked, a little bit oozing blood, and a little bit became paler.

She wished she could take her husband's place and endure the unimaginable pain.

Where are the laws and justice of the world?Promises and oaths, have they ever been used for anything?

Elomari felt dizzy and confused.

The endless distance and endless darkness turned into a curtain wall with nowhere to escape, surrounding her.

Her body swayed and she fell forward at the foot of the dais of the Great Cathedral.

However, when she was desperate and had no hope,

A gentle voice sounded in her mind.

(…Mary)

(Mary, don’t be nervous or confused)