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"To be honest, it's the first time I've encountered an enemy asking me to remember him," Lan Qi muttered, gazing at the tilted giant screen behind the ruins.

Earlier, Beelzebub seemed particularly manic, directly saying he wanted to leave an indelible memory for him.

"But sadly, it seems I have to teach you what love is..."

Facing the Perlman puppet controlled by Beelzebub, Lan Qi could only show a regretful expression, gently waving his right hand at him, as if sending Beelzebub off.

But at this moment, Beelzebub couldn't care less about Lan Qi's mind games.

The once flourishing and vibrant Baptiste Earl's mansion garden was now a desolate and withered scene.

The raging downpour turned the garden into a muddy swamp, and the smooth and clean stone paths were now uneven, full of large and small puddles.

The greenhouse glass was completely shattered, and the precious flowers and plants inside were exposed to the rainstorm, fragile and precarious.

The terrifying aura of death descending and the soul-freezing gaze made Beelzebub feel an unprecedented fear raging throughout his body.

Beelzebub had lost count of how many times he had beaten Ivanos just now.

Every trembling nerve in his body was clamoring to escape, and even his pores were oozing cold sweat.

His arrogant pride turned to dust at this moment, and the instinct to survive took over. Under the shadow of death, Beelzebub didn't care about face, turning around in a panic and flying away as fast as he could, like a startled bird.

The embarrassing and flustered back view instantly disappeared into the rainy sky.

Inoan watched Beelzebub's fleeing back, but she didn't immediately pursue. Instead, she gently placed Christina on the garden ground.

The scattered radiance was unlike any flame, like the light of the gods condensed from the anger and power of the god of fire. Any living being approaching this radiance would feel the trembling of their soul, an awe of supreme power, and a fear of the instinct of life.

Inoan was silent, placing her hand on Christina's chest. Immediately, a spark burst from Christina's body, and a rich magical power surged into her body, as if to gradually revive her.

"Maybe I'm really crazy, entrusting my life-saving magic to such a useless girl..." she murmured.

Although her mind was still a mess, she roughly knew what she was doing.

It was a fire-plus-regeneration dual-system epic spell that could forcefully revive her from a near-death state. Now, using it on a second-tier girl who wasn't even that talented made Inoan herself feel absurd and ridiculous.

Gradually, Christina's originally pale face began to regain color, like a withered rose reblooming.

Her tightly closed eyes began to tremble slightly, as if she would wake up at any moment, and her chest began to have a weak and regular rise and fall, the breath of life slowly flowing through her body.

"In..." Half-asleep, Christina opened her eyes hazily, but she couldn't see the blurry red-haired figure in the rainstorm.

But then, when Christina's eyelashes fluttered again, she was sent near the Baptiste family.

In the devastated ruins of the Earl's mansion, under the lightning-filled night sky, a girl who had been ravaged almost to death was pulled back from the edge of death.

The hope of life was rekindled in this body.

Inoan said nothing, handing Christina to Earl Baptiste.

"Thank you... thank you..." Looking at Inoan, whose aura had become terrifying, Earl Baptiste trembled as he reached out his arms, carefully taking his precious daughter.

He lowered his head and stared at his daughter's serene sleeping face, and crystal tears rolled down uncontrollably.

The Baptiste family, who had survived the disaster, were already sobbing uncontrollably, too excited to speak. They never dreamed that hope would descend in such a way at the end of despair.

Strangely, even though this red-haired woman was a more terrifying Destruction Cardinal than that demon, they weren't too afraid of her.

Even Christina's three younger siblings didn't hide from Ivanos when they saw her.

"In..." Kyle opened his mouth, but found that thousands of words were stuck in his throat, unsure how to express his mixed feelings, or even how to address the other party.

He never imagined that the maid his sister had brought back would be the Destruction Cardinal.

This was something that almost caused a disaster, but it had accidentally saved his family.

He was instinctively afraid of Inoan, afraid of the chilling killing intent and demonic aura emanating from her, but at the same time, he was sincerely grateful to this cardinal for recklessly pulling his sister back from the clutches of death.

"Thank you for saving Christina." Originally, he should have been so scared that he was about to collapse when he saw the Destruction Cardinal with countless killings come to his doorstep, but the fact was particularly absurd—

It was this Destruction Cardinal Ivanos who had just saved his family.

If he showed her an expression like he saw a demon at this time, it would probably be too hurtful for her.

Inoan didn't speak, just quietly glanced at the Baptiste Earl family.

She looked up at the direction Beelzebub had escaped to in the distance.

Leaving a fiery barrier rising on all sides around the Baptiste Earl family, her figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

Far away, several kilometers away.

Above the south bank of Parier, the City of Flowers, Beelzebub sped past at an astonishing speed, like a shooting star streaking across the overcast night sky.

He looked back in alarm from time to time, and all he could see were broken walls and ruins. The streets of Parier in the past seemed particularly desolate under the torrential rain.

But these scenes were not the focus of his attention. He was only concerned with a lingering terrifying figure.

That horrifying aura made even him, a great demon from the other side of the Disaster Earthen Land, tremble with fear!

Destruction Cardinal... Ivanos...

These two names echoed constantly in his mind, tearing at his nerves like claws.

Beelzebub couldn't figure it out. How could a maid who looked only a little strong possibly be Destruction Cardinal Ivanos as if she had won the lottery?!

And it seemed that he had personally awakened Ivanos.

If he had known earlier, he would never have provoked her!

"Loki! McCarthy! It's all your fault!!" Beelzebub muttered in terror, desperately trying to escape Parier, the City of Flowers, while looking back from time to time.

Now he only knew to escape quickly.

At worst, he would bide his time for a hundred years and then come back. By then, these humans would all be dead, and he would have plenty of opportunities and time!

Just as Beelzebub was thinking, he felt a pair of cold and piercing hands suddenly press on his forehead.

Before he could react, a tremendous force that seemed to tear his soul apart had dragged him away from the high altitude.

In an instant, the world spun, and Beelzebub only felt his internal organs churning violently, uncontrollably falling from the sky.

With a loud bang, deafening.

Beelzebub slammed heavily into the hard ground of Parier's south bank!

Dust flew, sand and rocks splattered, and circles of cobweb cracks spread across the ground, ruthlessly burying his body.

"Ugh... cough... cough...!" Beelzebub struggled to gather his consciousness, and a fishy sweet blood kept gushing from his mouth, and the sensations on his face were distorted by the pain.

A scarlet flame, redder than blood, burst from the ground, scorching Beelzebub and making him scream miserably.

But Beelzebub had no time to care about these, because his eyes could only contain one figure—the red-haired demon who was holding his head tightly.

Instinct prompted Beelzebub to fight back. A deep blue flame of curse instantly spewed from his fingertips, sweeping towards Inoan, and even the air became decayed and withered wherever it passed.

Facing this flame of curse that was enough to seriously injure an ordinary Eighth Order, Inoan remained motionless. An even more surging red tongue of fire danced wildly around her, and this flame of curse seemed unable to leave any trace on her body.

She stood quietly, her expression gradually twisting, and the corners of her lips curled up in a cruel angle.

Pain, for her, was just a ridiculous concept.

"Extremely foolish..." Inoan's voice was like the elegy of the Lord of Hell, faintly echoing in the sea of fire.

In the next instant, Inoan flicked her wrist, and a scarlet flame roared out, instantly swallowing Beelzebub's flame of curse. She pressed Beelzebub's head against the ground, causing the entire south bank's buildings to tremble. Even if the ground collapsed and became a deep pit, it still couldn't stop her from treating Beelzebub like a weak jackal and abusing him.

Beelzebub's face was as pale as paper.

He frantically gathered all his magic power and erected one defensive barrier after another in front of him, but in the face of that destructive spark, all defenses seemed so fragile and不堪.

And this madwoman was not afraid of pain. As long as she wasn't beaten to death, she would exchange injuries to the end.

After being targeted by her, he couldn't run away, couldn't block, and fighting her was purely masochistic. At most, he could only cause a pile of ineffective damage to her, and exchange for half her life!

Beelzebub didn't understand why he had provoked such a thing!

His line of defense was easily torn apart, and rubble instantly swallowed Beelzebub's body, dragging him into a scarlet and hot purgatory fire.

The demon's heartbreaking cries echoed in the rainy night, extremely painful, and despair permeated.

"We should have no grievances or enmities!! Destruction Cardinal!!" Beelzebub fought back desperately, scorching Ivanos with the flame of curse.

However, Ivanos seemed unable to feel the pain. She never let go of her hand from beginning to end, and constantly pierced Beelzebub's body with scarlet pillars of fire.

"Hehehehe." The corners of her mouth overflowed with blood, and she gradually revealed a twisted smile,

"I only know that tormenting you makes me feel extremely happy."

The alarm sounded throughout the City of Flowers, Parier.

"Warning, emergency announcement." "District 1, south bank of Parier, an Eighth Order battle has occurred."

"An Eighth Order battle has occurred." "Please evacuate nearby citizens as quickly as possible."

"The combatant is suspected to be the mastermind demon race spreading curses, and the second combatant is suspected to be Destruction Cardinal Ivanos."

Less than half an hour later.

District 4, north bank, Baptiste Earl's mansion garden.

Raindrops hit the water, splashing a few waves.

The fountain in the center of the garden had stopped operating, and several marble sculptures lay scattered in the pool, torn apart.

The once clear pool water was now muddy, floating with branches, leaves, and broken bricks.

The flower beds on both sides were not spared, and the tall beech and oak trees deep in the garden were also doomed. Their straight and majestic trunks were covered with charred marks, the branches were broken, and countless broken leaves danced in the wind.

Inoan dragged a charred demon corpse without a human form by the heels, step by step to the Baptiste Earl family.

Everything she saw was different from the sunny Baptiste Earl's mansion in her brief memory.

She lowered her head to examine herself. The once spotless maid's dress was now soaked in blood and covered with charred holes.

This was not in line with etiquette at all, but it didn't matter anymore.

The torrential rain was still pouring down, washing away her tattered body, washing away the pool of blood and mud under her feet.

The thunder gradually faded away, and the night shrouded in wind and rain began to slowly become silent, and the rain seemed to be gradually getting smaller.

When Inoan finally arrived in front of the gate of the Baptiste Earl's mansion, the Earl's family was stunned in astonishment.

Her body was covered with large and small wounds, some deep enough to see the bone, and red blood was still gurgling, but there was no trace of pain on her face.

They stared wide-eyed, looking at the maid in front of them, covered in blood and wounds, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"It's all right now." Inoan's voice did not fluctuate.

Like when she first came to the Earl's mansion, everything was unfamiliar.

After that black magic book was crushed and completely burned and destroyed by her, all the demon races had also woken up.

She threw Beelzebub's body away like garbage.

There was Loki as the butler in the Baptiste Earl's mansion. The noble circles on the north bank of the City of Flowers knew that he was strong. It was easy to explain how their family had defeated the mastermind demon, so she didn't need to teach Earl Baptiste anything. This family would naturally handle it next.

"Take out the employment contract." She said coldly, looking at Earl Baptiste.

Earl Baptiste immediately ran back to the mansion, and soon found a contract and handed it to her.

This was just a job contract, and it couldn't restrict too much. If the Destruction Cardinal wanted to kill them, she could have done it long ago.

Inoan took the contract, and soon, this book was burned into ashes and scattered into the air.

"From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other." Inoan said, preparing to turn around.

"Inoan!" A cry broke the silence. Christina, pale and impatient, rushed over, tears blurring her beautiful eyes.

Although she was exhausted just now, she still tried to wake up despite the pain all over her body.

She always had a feeling that if she didn't wake up at this time, she might never see Inoan again.

But to her surprise, Inoan took a step back, avoiding Christina's arms.

She glanced at the girl indifferently. "Miss, please respect yourself."

Inoan's voice was cold, as if stating something that had nothing to do with her.

"But... but why? Inoan, you're so badly injured, let me help you bandage..." Christina's voice choked. She was sure that Inoan still remembered her, but her attitude at the moment was as if she didn't remember. Christina's crystal tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks.

"Inoan, don't go. As long as you continue to be Inoan, don't change back. No matter who you were before, I will treat you as Inoan. Can you stay by my side?" Christina could no longer control her surging emotions and took two steps closer to Inoan.

She felt that if she didn't try to keep her at this time, she might never see Inoan again.

The current Inoan was filled with a sense of distance from her that was not of the same world.

"No need, I have already repaid you for your medicine money." Inoan did not answer her, just letting the rain wet her hair, covering her forehead.

"Inoan, I can heal you. I'll go buy you the best medicine, and you'll recover soon! Don't go, okay?" Christina burst into tears and grabbed Inoan's shoulder with all her strength.

"Get out." Inoan threw Christina away, letting Christina fall to the ground.

Indifference shrouded her face again. It was as if she had already cut off this fruitless love.

"Inoan!" Christina cried and got up. She wanted to grab Inoan's hand, but only grabbed a piece of cold nothingness. Her delicate wrist trembled because of grief.

Clearly, Inoan had saved her and destroyed the contract, wanting to clear up the relationship with them.

Otherwise, once this contract was found by the security agency of the Kingdom United Council, analyzing the magic characteristics on it might also involve allegations of assisting the Resurrection Church.

"Christina, goodbye." Inoan still couldn't stand the crying after all.

She looked back, smiled ambiguously, and then disappeared.

Poisson Demonic Realm.

At the northernmost end of this battered urban area.

When the torrential rain gradually weakened into drizzle, and the sky began to turn white, a figure stood on a broken wall.

The tilted broken giant screen behind him was no longer showing.

Lan Qi's clear, lake-like emerald eyes stared into the distance, his eyes with a trace of compassion and weariness.

He seemed to be pondering, and also seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, a hot and dazzling red light cut through the layers of dark clouds, like a scarlet comet about to burst out, falling straight towards Lan Qi nearby.

The red light stopped dozens of meters away from Lan Qi, the dazzling scarlet flame dissipated, revealing a figure that was familiar and strange to him.

It was Inoan.

She was still scarred, and the originally spotless clothing had been soaked with blood, becoming almost a tattered flag that had experienced countless wind and rain.

But there was an unprecedented peace and relief in her eyes, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden.

She quietly looked at Lan Qi, the corners of her mouth raised a faint smile, as if greeting a long-lost friend.

Gradually, the rain began to weaken.

The gale no longer roared, and the raindrops also became sparse.

They fell gently on the ground, making a subtle rustling sound.

Above the ruins of the Poisson Demonic Realm, although it was still dark, it was about to dawn.

"You really are here." Inoan said, looking at the brown-haired, green-eyed figure.

"I guessed you might come looking for me." Lan Qi shook his head with a sigh.

If it was Destruction Cardinal Ivanos, she should have run away.

After all, there was no benefit for her to stay in Parier, the City of Flowers.

But if it was the current Ivanos, she might also make some choices that she would not have considered before.

"Because when you didn't directly give up on Christina and run away, but saved her and killed Beelzebub, it proves that you have changed." Lan Qi looked at Inoan, and a trace of mixed emotions flashed in his eyes.

It can only be said that there may be inevitability in accident.

If Beelzebub was not that kind of character, he would not have awakened the Destruction Cardinal.

And for the Destruction Cardinal, after getting used to Inoan's life, she might prefer to never remember who she was.

This seemed to be a falling paradise for her.

But encountering Beelzebub, a mirror engraved with sin, she had to return to her memories, and being awakened was her punishment.

"This world is full of tit for tat." Inoan also muttered to herself.

When she heard Loren say this sentence with anger during the battle, she only felt sneer, but now she finally understood.

"Ivanos, from now on I will treat you as the Destruction Cardinal." Her best choice was to escape the Poisson Kingdom, or maybe find a way to stay in the Baptiste family, but since she came to find Lan Qi, there was probably only one answer.

Looking at Inoan's expression, and feeling the magic power rising from Inoan, Lan Qi also understood what she meant.

There was one last battle to fight today.

Now neither of them was in full condition, and it was hard to say who would win or lose.

Ivanos not only used her life-saving trump card, The Embers of the Other Shore, to save Christina, but also killed Beelzebub. Both her magic and life had been exhausted.

"Although you saved the Baptiste family, saved many innocent civilians in the City of Flowers... this doesn't mean that the killings you committed in the past can be made up for, and just like I taught my students, in fact, you can't rely on bad people to help..." Lan Qi's eyebrows drooped, and only at this moment, his eyes had a trace of unprecedented sorrow.

If possible, he really didn't want the Destruction Cardinal to have saved Christina, and to rely on her power to save the City of Flowers.

Nor did he want to have to kill Inoan as an enemy at this moment.

But sometimes it was like this, many things could not be distinguished by simple right and wrong.

"In my life, the concept of human relations is like shit, but talking to you is the only human thing I have done." Inoan's hair blocked her right eye, slightly raised her head, "Loki, I both hate you and thank you, thank you for letting me have a beautiful dream."

She replied, her tone with a trace of fateful acceptance.

Today, either she would kill Loki, or Loki would kill her.

"Is this our last conversation?" Lan Qi opened his mouth, his voice seeming to try to lift his spirits because of exhaustion.

She neither chose to surrender, nor did she choose to seek help, but decided to carry out the villain to the end at the last moment.

Then fighting her was also the only salvation Lan Qi could give her.

"But it's useless to say more, let's begin." Inoan said.

Talia was also ready.

Perhaps this was the most difficult final battle they had to face in Parier, the City of Flowers. Now her and Lan Qi's playstyle had gradually matured. First, use the Possession state to interfere with the opponent at low power consumption and attract the opponent's attention, and at the critical moment, she would appear to complete the fatal blow.

This moment was very similar to their first match in the Saint Silver Vine Arena.

Talia felt that she could win a second time against an opponent she had won once.

On the ruins, an ominous cold wind picked up.

Cold raindrops fell on the ground, turning into ripples and beginning to spread, and the final battle of life and death was also launched!

With the dance of the wind, Inoan's figure turned into a blurred shadow, rushing towards Lan Qi like a ghost, and countless scarlet divine lights began to gather around Inoan.

Her playstyle had not changed at all, and she wanted to decide the outcome in an instant and completely destroy her opponent.

Facing this sudden attack, Lan Qi's expression did not change, like he had suppressed Ivanos with Talia's mental skills before.

For Talia, mental power was the main skill, but for Ivanos, who was mainly fire and secondarily mental power, mental power was only the secondary skill.

The moment Talia's mental force field collided with Ivanos, the two once again formed a control cancellation with each other.

Neither side could gain the upper hand.

Exactly the same as their previous battle.

In a flash of lightning, the eyes of the two met, but there was no longer any shock.

Ivanos's and Talia's mental powers intertwined, collided, and canceled each other in the air.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down in their eyes, forming an invisible contest.

Lan Qi's arm rose into the air like an arrow from a string, and the fingertips in his hand pointed at Inoan's heart, his eyes as sharp as a knife, about to cut off all the sins and darkness in the world.

They all understood from their previous battles in the Saint Silver Vine Arena that the next step was to unleash their big moves at close range.

But at this critical moment.

Inoan suddenly extinguished all the flames, and the magic power gathered on her body also dissipated.

She stood quietly in place, a peaceful arc drawn on the corners of her lips, her eyes peaceful and calm, as if welcoming an end that had settled.

A gray crack went straight through her heart.

Until the gray crack burst, Ivanos also spat out a large mouthful of blood, slowly closed her eyes, and her body fell weakly, like a blood-red fallen leaf, lightly floating between the broken walls.

Lan Qi stared, not understanding why Inoan was so easily defeated by him.

"Ivanos? Why on earth?" Lan Qi asked her, not understanding for a moment.

Talia even appeared directly, stopping Lan Qi from continuing to approach Ivanos without any precautions.

But Talia also knew that Ivanos probably had no tricks.

She gave up resisting when she saw Lan Qi was going to kill her.

Ivanos had a smile on her lips, lying on the ground, looking at the clouds in the sky where she couldn't see the sunrise.

Blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes gradually dimmed.

She neither cried nor laughed, and did not answer Lan Qi's question.

She just died so peacefully.

Like the end of her life.

Only leaving behind that original fire stone slab.

"Why is it like this..." Lan Qi seemed to gradually understand something, or maybe he was too tired, and the sudden light was a little dazzling, and he painfully covered his forehead.

The earth began to shake again, seemingly collapsing because of their brief Eighth Order battle just now.

Talia quickly took away the stone slab and grabbed Lan Qi to leave this ruin, bringing him to a relatively stable rooftop of a small church in the distance.

Compared to the continuous battles all night, their battle just now was like the light rain now compared to the torrential rain all night.

For the demon races in the City of Flowers, it was at most a slightly louder alarm clock in the early morning.

The ambitious Perlman and the curse spreader Beelzebub had both died.

The legendary magic tool, Paloni's Grudge Record, had also been destroyed.

The demon races in the City of Flowers had returned to normal.

The city began to recover.

People and demon races who had taken refuge gradually walked out of the shelters and stepped on this devastated land again.

The sound of rain, the sound of water, the lights, the laughter of those who survived the disaster, all kinds of sounds converged into a rain night rhapsody in the City of Flowers, echoing for a long time in the sky above Parier.

"Lan Qi, what's wrong?" Talia looked at Lan Qi and found that he was indeed a little overloaded, more tired than she had imagined. At this moment, he was almost too sleepy to open his eyes.

"Do you know how to define despair?" Lan Qi sat down on the roof, his voice even more tired at this moment, looking at the clouds that occasionally drifted by in the sky, which had already lit up.

Even though it was still drizzling in the City of Flowers, it was thought that a sunny day would also be revealed with the sunrise.

"I don't know." Talia shook her head.

Lan Qi often knew more about this kind of thing, but Lan Qi rarely took the initiative to talk to her about it.

It seemed that if Ivanos had fought them to the end, Lan Qi's mentality would still be very good.

But it was this peaceful death that made Lan Qi feel very uncomfortable.

"There was such an experiment... First, let some white mice live a happy life, implant electrodes in their brains, and record the excited cells during their happy times. Next, take away their friends, lock them in a narrow, confined, humid, and cold space, and constantly shock them. Every once in a while, their heads will be immersed in a mixture of ice water. They can't escape, they can't struggle. After a period of time, they will despair." Lan Qi began to speak to himself, his eyes focused on the distance.

"Then how do you measure that it's really despairing? What if it's an invincible cockroach? The more you torture it, the stronger its spirit of resistance?" Talia listened carefully by the side and raised her questions.

She felt that Lan Qi was more tired than she had imagined, and his voice was half as soft as usual.

"There are two indicators." Lan Qi continued, "The first is called the sweet water experiment. After torturing it, put it back in the cage. Put two kinds of water in the cage, one is sweet water and the other is white water."

"For mentally healthy mice, the ratio of drinking sweet water to white water is eight to two. If there are no psychological problems, in addition to liking to drink sweet things, they will occasionally drink white water."

"If you put it back and the ratio of drinking two kinds of water is five to five, we think there is a problem with it."

"Why?" Talia asked.

"No preference, everything tastes the same." Lan Qi looked at her and explained.

Talia seemed to understand. If she ever gave up, she might become like this.

If she hadn't met Lan Qi at the beginning, and found that Hyperion had been killed when she went to Icrette, and then couldn't find her sister in the Cretea Empire, then she might really have been unable to eat or drink, and only wanted to take revenge.

"Of course, this one indicator is not enough." Lan Qi took a deep breath and then exhaled it, "The second is called the tail suspension experiment. Pick up the mouse's tail and let it face down. Mentally healthy mice will curl their heads up and struggle. If it has given up everything, does not resist, and has no desire to survive."

"Then it is indeed desperate enough after meeting these two indicators." Talia agreed.

Their chat was particularly peaceful at this moment.

It was rare to be able to calm down and chat like this.

"Do you think there is a way to save it after such despair?" Lan Qi asked her.

"Is there any way to save it?" Talia asked curiously.

"Actually, there is." Lan Qi nodded, but did not say the answer.

Talia thought for a moment.

"Rescuing it from this miserable environment and putting it in a spacious and warm environment, giving it all kinds of delicious and fun things, eating whatever it wants, playing whatever it wants, and absolutely safe, with friends around to accompany it?" She guessed, her voice uncertain.

Lan Qi just looked at her, without saying anything.

Even if he didn't tell her the answer, she understood it in an instant.

"Can't be saved." Lan Qi said.

Talia's hesitation when answering already meant that she herself was clear that the above could not work at all.

"Then how can it be saved?" Talia frowned.

"Remember when you first implanted electrodes in it when it was spending happy times? Just repeatedly stimulate those marked nerve cells, which is to awaken its good memories. In just a few days and nights, it can be completely cured."

Even if he didn't need to continue speaking, he believed that Talia understood.

What can save the heart is not the current sensory pleasure, but the good times that were once possessed.

So a happy childhood is very important.

"The first moment I saw Inoan, I understood that she had never had good moments in her heart from childhood to adulthood, and she didn't understand what happiness was. She had no childhood that could heal her life." This was what Lan Qi thought.

At first, it was the same with Sigrid. No matter what childhood experiences Sigrid had in the past, he firmly believed that as long as he brought her more good memories, even if one day Sigrid faced wind, rain, and bumps, or lost herself, as long as she recalled the past, this memory in her heart might also sprout hope and let her live firmly.

Lan Qi had the same opinion about Inoan.

On the day her memories were not awake, she was like a pure white baby.

Lan Qi will naturally carry out his ideas to the end.

But he did not expect what this brief light in the forever darkness meant to Inoan.

Thinking back to the initial Inoan, she would pursue desire and vent arbitrarily. She also knew how to struggle and was desperately trying to survive no matter how embarrassed she was.

But after Lan Qi's salvation, it was not difficult for her to get everything she wanted in the end, but she chose death.

"It turns out that what I gave Inoan was not redemption, but true despair... She used her death to tell me that sometimes there are indeed people I can't save." Lan Qi muttered to himself, his eyes clear, like a deep pool, reflecting the boundless sky.

"Talia, you won." He admitted.

Their previous bet, Talia was right, he was wrong.

Inoan died in a way he couldn't accept the most.

He was too confident, and sometimes he thought he had won a perfect ending, but in fact he had just failed.

But Lan Qi's expected triumphant ridicule from Talia was long to come.

Talia hugged his head and let him pillow on her chest, not wanting him to think too much.

"There is no such thing." She said softly, like a mother, as gentle as she was to Hyperion.

"You taught me to be firm." She was saying in Lan Qi's ear, "Any miracle has conditions to happen. If you don't carry it out to the end, even the goddess of fate cannot favor you, so please continue to be firm. When you hesitate, I will guide you."

Lan Qi opened his eyes, but remained motionless until his expression gradually relieved.

On the roof, neither of them spoke again.

Listening to each other's hearts quietly.

Lan Qi also finally seemed to be overwhelmed by sleepiness and slowly closed his eyes.

Dawn illuminated their figures from the clouds.

The rose window of the church shone a ghostly blue light, and rain flowed down the contours of the building, as if singing an ancient aria.

Until the rain stopped and the fog cleared, the east was white.

(End of chapter)