"She didn't come out?"
A few girls whispered outside the door.
"No, it's been a whole day. She didn't eat or drink."
"How can this go on?"
There was a knock on the door. It was a very polite and courteous person.
"Chloe, open the door."
Inside the door, Chloe anxiously paced around the room. She covered her ears when she heard the shouts of the other nuns. "It's all fake, it's all fake," she repeated.
After returning to the monastery for twenty-four hours, she had been sitting in her room the entire time. Even the slightest movement would make her jump in fright.
Ever since she saw the strange monsters in her nightmares, she was afraid of her dreams. Taral Convent was her second home in this world. Ever since she was sent here at the age of nine, she had never left.
She felt that if the people in the convent turned into the monsters she saw, her mind would not be able to take it.
"Chloe, open the door. Sister Sanessa asked us to bring your dinner, "the nun outside the door said again.
"Put it at the door. I'm not feeling well," she said, leaning against the door.
"Are you okay? You've been acting weird since yesterday."
"I'm fine. Don't ask."
"Okay," the nun outside the door hesitated.
"What else is there?" she asked.
"Your family sent over a letter."
There was a moment of silence.
Creak.
The door opened. Chloe stood in the doorway, one hand on the doorsill. The other hand was behind her back, holding a paper cutter.
But it was not a monster standing outside the door. It was just an ordinary nun with a few freckles on her face. She was short and kind. She was carrying a plate with broccoli and red beans stewed on it.
"You're finally out."
The girl heaved a sigh of relief and handed her a letter with a wax seal. "Look, it's from England."
Chloe squeezed out a smile and put the paper cutter behind her back. She took the plate and the letter.
"Thank you, Weiwei."
After she finished speaking, a touch of tenderness welled up in her heart. She lowered her head and kissed her companion's cheek. That touch was so real that she wanted to cry.
The girl blushed. "You're so annoying. What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I'm fine."
Chloe heaved a long sigh.
"Let's go back."
After the nun's small figure disappeared, Chloe closed the door and sat in the room. Ignoring the food, the first thing he did was to open the letter.
— — Love, Nico.
The letter was short, and the content didn't surprise Chloe at all. This was because she had also received such a letter in the real world.
She went to her dresser and ran her fingers over a black-and-white photo on the dresser. In the photo was an old man and a little girl who was only as tall as his waist. In the background was the British Big Ben.
The little girl was smiling happily, and the old man's mouth was also wide open. However, Chloe saw a deep hidden worry and uneasiness in her great-great-great-great-grandfather's smiling face.
Her childhood memories were very blurry. She only vaguely remembered that the streets of London were often overflowing with rain, and the white fog that filled the sky made everyone look like an island in the sea.
Of course, there was also that taciturn great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. He seemed to be her only family member. It was very strange. Although she had many other relatives, such as uncles, uncles, and aunts, when they looked at her, there was always a sense of alienation. Even her parents were no exception.
She knew that her parents looked at her with respect and fear, but not much love.
She had asked her great-great-great-great-grandfather countless times why her parents never kissed her. Every time, he would smile and tell her that they loved her very much, but were not good at expressing it. After that, he would hug her and kiss her forehead.
Now, Chloe didn't believe in such nonsense anymore. She felt that her parents probably didn't love her at all. After all, she had been in the Taral Abbey for six or seven years, and they hadn't even written her a single letter.
After thinking about it, she felt that it was because she couldn't control her magic power, which always brought trouble to others.
Crowley didn't feel that there was anything special about her ability. She had the blood of a wizard flowing in her veins, and wizards were always able to do some strange things. Perhaps time travel was just an insignificant part of it.
On the contrary, after her grandfather sent her to the Taral Abbey in France, she finally felt the warmth of a home. Everyone here treated her well, and it wasn't just respect and love on the surface.
They would play games with her and joke around with her. There was the strict and nagging Mistress Sanessa, the quiet but gentle Father Randt, her cute companion Vivian, and the babies she was responsible for taking care of. Those babies would giggle when they saw her during the day, and cry when they saw her at night.
Father Randt knew her special power very well. He would always come to her room before her magic power went berserk, and tell her to calm down, to let nature take its course, and to give her heart to God.
Although she didn't like the feeling of being powerless after the Mana Rampage ended, she liked the ethereal feeling that the Mana Rampage gave her. At that moment, it was as if all obstacles had lost their effect. She could see everything within a hundred meters.
Everything moved at an incredible speed. People were moving back and forth like lightning, moving things around in the abbey. The workers in the square were constantly moving firewood up and down. The cooks in the glass garden were carrying baskets in and out. The apprentices by the deep well were talking and whispering. Cats by the roadside were chasing dogs. Tomorrow, dogs would chase cats.
The trees were swaying non-stop. The leaves were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flowers were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the gargoyle that stood on the top of the church for thousands of years could be seen changing slightly under her gaze.
At that moment, a huge amount of information was flowing in her mind. She could look down on the world as if she was the real ruler of this world. No one could understand what she felt, that realm that transcended all things.
But even so.
She couldn't predict the final fate of this abbey.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and a red color flashed in her mind. It was the flowing blood.
"Damn it!"
Thinking of what happened later, those cold black robed wizards, she bit her lips and put her fingers into her hair, clutching her scalp.
After a while, she calmed down and picked up the letter again. She thought that if she didn't receive this letter, she would have died in this place.
However, to her surprise, the letters on the letter wriggled on their own. Some evaporated, some reformed, and finally became a short sentence.
Chloe trembled and threw the letter away.
The letter floated lightly and fell to the ground.
Like a glass of mellow wine in front of a drunkard, the dream directly saw through her innermost thoughts.
"No, no, I can't do anything."
Chloe muttered to herself. She still remembered Hoffa's last words to her.
If it's not necessary, don't have a physical body.
That was the famous Occam's Razor Law. The young man reminded her that if she didn't want anything to happen, then she shouldn't do anything.
She opened the window and looked at the Paris under the night sky. She wanted to use the cold wind outside to sober herself up.
There was no cold wind outside the window. There were only fighter jets flying in the sky and the low rumbling sounds they made as they flew. The distant air-raid sirens made her feel even more uneasy.
At this moment, the boundary between reality and illusion began to blur.
The simple sentence on the letter began to multiply in her mind like a virus.
First the convent, then Marie. There were too many anomalies and accidents in this world. It made her deeply feel the impermanence and uncontrollability of fate.
Could she change history? If there was a chance.
Perhaps she could give it a try. Finally, she stood up and picked up the letter.
"I have to give it a try," she said.
She pushed open the door and left her room. She quickly walked to Sister Sanessa's room.
She didn't know if the nun was asleep, but she was the leader of the convent. If she told her the news of the German wizards coming, perhaps she could change what was once unstoppable.
In the night, the convent flickered with dim human figures. It was the shadow of the street lamps in Paris. They shone through the painted glass of Jesus and the Virgin Mary on the ground.
Fear was like an indigestible meal in her stomach. She could only pray to God that she wouldn't run into those unknown monsters.
Fortunately, it seemed that the dream had turned over a new leaf and decided not to play those low-level tricks anymore.
She came to Sister Sanessa's office. She took a deep breath and wanted to knock on the door. However, a strange moan came from inside, causing her hand to freeze in front of the door.
"Don't rush. Um, wait a minute. Is the child okay?" a man asked in a low voice.
"She should be fine. I asked Vivian to send her dinner."
"That's strange. I felt that something was wrong with her since she came back yesterday. She's usually the most lively and smiles," the man said.
"Is her magic going berserk again?" the woman asked in a low voice.
"Impossible," the man said. "I just transferred magic to her a week ago. She's very safe now."
Chloe heard the rustling voices. She recognized the owners of the voices. It was Father Reid and Sister Sanessa.
She was a little confused.
Father Reid was only in charge of mass, confession, and exorcism. He didn't live here, but he still hadn't returned to the convent at this time. He should have gotten off work early.
The voices in the room were somewhat suppressed. The woman sighed. "Seriously, my dear. How much time does she have left?"
"I'm afraid not much longer. The magic has been going berserk lately. I'm worried that I won't be able to satisfy this power anymore."
"Even you can't?"
"I'm just a servant of God, but I'm not God." The man suddenly became angry. "Damn it! If we don't get rid of the source of this power, she'll be sucked dry by the demon inside her sooner or later. God damn it, whoever did this must be a real psychopath. "
After a moment of silence, the woman said, "Send her back, my dear. You've been doing this for seven years. Maybe her family can take care of her."
Chloe suddenly felt very scared. She just wanted to go back the way she came and didn't want to do anything else. However, her curiosity was like a magnet, pulling her feet to the ground.
"Who wouldn't say that?" The man's angry voice softened. He sighed.
"If Lemmy had a way, he would've done it long ago. But he didn't. He's tried everything. The child can't take it anymore, and the monster won't be happy if it's less."
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. She has her own destiny."
"Yes, let's not talk about it anymore. One day at a time. Come on."
An urgent and soft voice came from inside the room. She reached out her trembling hand and grabbed the doorknob. Some kind of magical power made the door lock useless. With a gentle push, the door lock was pushed open by a sliver.
The scene made her eyes widen and her breathing quicken.
A strange red light flashed in the dark room. The crucifix of Jesus was where the nuns prayed. The nuns' black and white robes hung down from the table like tassels.
A well-built man was standing in front of the desk with his back to her, his butt half exposed.
Two long legs were wrapped around his waist. Although they were about four to five meters away, she could still recognize the face of the owner of the legs. She closed her eyes and hugged the man's neck. On her shoulder was her face, which was filled with pain and pleasure.
Chloe must've failed to cover her mouth in time, or even if she did, she still made some noise. The face on his shoulder opened its eyes and stared at the nun at the door.
Everything happened too quickly. She pushed the man away in a frenzy. With a flash of water, she put on her robes and walked quickly to Chloe.
Chloe sat down on the ground. Her face was red, and her heart was beating like a drum. An extremely uncomfortable feeling of nausea rose from her stomach.
No, impossible. The cloister was a sacred place. Father Reid and Sister Sanessa were devout believers. How could they do such a blasphemous thing in front of the statue of God? Impossible!
The middle-aged nun covered her robes and stood in front of her.
She had never seen such an expression on Sister Sanessa's face. It was a mixture of embarrassment, anger, shame, and unwillingness.
"Let me explain," Chloe said in a panic. "The German wizards are coming. You, you have to leave this place quickly. "
After saying that, even she felt that her words were so weak and powerless. She felt that Sister Sanessa didn't even care what she said. She just closed her eyes, her face alternating between red and white.
A bell rang in the distance. The nun in the nightmare opened her eyes. "Confinement!" she said in a trembling voice. "Confinement. You are not allowed to come out until next month!"
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