Chapter 17 Is this a dream?

"This Shadow World is surprisingly easy. What difficulties could there still be?" Talia asked Lan Qi in his mind.

She had never seen a Shadow World where it felt like you'd already won at the start.

Talia had heard before at Hyperion that Lan Qi and Hyperion had experienced a series of Bloodmoon Badlands Shadow Worlds tens of thousands of years ago.

The periodic results of each Shadow World would affect the next one.

Lan Qi had achieved extraordinary endings in the first three Shadow Worlds.

And although the advantages of each lower-level Shadow World would become much weaker compared to the overall situation of the next higher-level Shadow World, they would still have some impact.

"I'm just as clueless."

Lan Qi couldn't sense anything from just looking at the Shadow World's mission objectives.

Every previous Shadow World, even without looking at the mission objectives, allowed him to perceive the situation pushing the challenger to act.

But now he was in the Holy Spirit Lantus Nation at the top of the throne hall.

Looking at the time limit and the Shadow World's information.

It was like truly enjoying the fruits of victory after reaching Legendary Completion.

Even in South Van Tyna Territory or the royal capital of Ithaca, he might not find such a solid sense of security.

A twenty-one-day time limit?

Give him a few more months, and he could conquer the entire world.

"Maybe it's a bonus level? After all, I've always had good luck. You were right to bring me along." Talia told Lan Qi boastfully.

She might not only have failed to increase the difficulty of the Shadow World but even helped Lan Qi lower it.

"Indeed, you were born to enjoy life." Lan Qi admitted.

"...Did you mean that in some other way?" Talia sometimes couldn't tell if Lan Qi was being sarcastic.

"No, no," Lan Qi repeatedly denied.

"Heh, then I'll just enjoy it. Anyway, your old man agreed that I can visit the Wilford family often. Don't regret it when I've eaten your family's fortune. The Goddess of Fate guided me to your house for dinner." Talia huffed and simply went along with Lan Qi's words.

She was already thinking about what would happen after the Shadow World ended.

"Goddess of Fate..." Lan Qi's gaze shifted, gradually turning to the statue in the throne hall.

The goddess's face was compassionate, holding a lantern, looking out over all living beings.

The long red carpet stretched to the foot of the throne, and on the candlesticks on both sides, the sacred fire burned quietly, reflecting the murals on the marble walls.

No matter the era, the deities had never changed. They seemed to coexist with the world itself, making it difficult to doubt their divine power.

Just as Lan Qi was immersed in the tranquility, a soft knock came at the door.

"Come in." Lan Qi turned back and said toward the main door of the throne hall.

The depths of the Papal Hall was a space that only the Pope could enter on his own.

Anyone else who wanted to come in had to have the Pope's permission.

After Lan Qi spoke.

The heavy oak door opened, then closed gently, isolating the noise from the outside.

Lan Qi casually placed his hands behind his back, his posture unchanged, watching the approaching clergyman.

Judging from the attire, it should be the High Judge of the Holy Court.

He was a clergyman nearly forty years old. His face was weathered by time, but his eyes were bright.

He wore a black robe, with the silver scales badge of the Holy Court on his chest.

A few strands of long hair fell from under the mitre, adding a touch of elegance.

Lan Qi had seen him before in the Spirit Lantus Empire.

When Lan Qi was Prime Minister, this young man was his secretary, and also his most trusted confidant. Even contacting Sigrid to be a driver and faking identities were arranged by the secretary. Now, twelve years later, the fact that the other party could enter the throne hall in the deepest part of the Papal Hall to continue helping him didn't surprise Lan Qi.

"Elm, have you been well recently?" Lan Qi wasn't in a hurry to ask why he had come but asked with concern.

"..."

Elm was slightly stunned.

He didn't know what was wrong with His Holiness today, suddenly asking him so proactively.

It was just like many years ago when the two of them were still in the Spirit Lantus Empire's parliament building.

Immediately, a hint of sadness flashed in Elm's eyes.

There was only one possibility for the Pope to change so much.

"Your Excellency, are you nearing your end?" he asked, his voice dry.

"...Maybe." Lan Qi hesitated for a moment and admitted it.

Elm obviously knew the secret of Lancros.

In the current Holy Spirit Lantus Nation, people shouldn't have a clue that the Pope was about to die.

According to the Shadow World's hints, if Lancros didn't have special attachments, he could probably live for twenty more days.

Next, Lancros would fall into heaven in this peaceful dream.

"Okay, birth and death are the natural laws of life, just as day and night go and come. There's nothing to be sad about." Lan Qi smiled and looked at his confidant, Elm.

That was his view of life and death.

Although he was quoting the words of the witch from the Shadow Weave, he unexpectedly agreed with the witch's idea.

"Your Majesty." Elm bowed, his tone low and solemn. "I received a secret letter at the Holy Court just now. Its origin is unknown, but the texture of the stationery and the magical fluctuations are very special. I believe it is for you."

As he spoke, Elm took out a dark blue envelope from inside his robe and presented it with both hands.

"A letter?" Lan Qi took the envelope and immediately felt a strange fluctuation.

He was indeed waiting for a letter.

According to the Shadow World's description, Kali Yella had given him a letter.

The surface of the envelope shone with a sea-blue luster, like the ripples of the deep sea, reminding him of the boundless blue sea of ​​Nicalis Island.

Faintly, whispers echoed in his ears, like the songs of the Demon Realm's waves.

This magic power.

There was no doubt it was from Kali Yella.

But now, after the war, the Holy Spirit Lantus Nation had a clear distinction from the Demon Realm.

On the one hand, it was to reassure other countries, and on the other hand, humans and demons had cultural differences that were difficult to reconcile. Most ordinary humans feared the demons.

The Holy Spirit Lantus Nation's demarcation from the Demon Realm was a choice of both parties, and it was also a predetermined general trend.

"Did you ascertain the identity of the sender?" Lan Qi frowned and raised his head to ask High Judge Elm.

"Your Majesty, after much investigation by the Holy Court, the sender still cannot be determined." Elm shook his head, his tone solemn.

"Okay, then there's no problem." Lan Qi nodded.

He remembered that Kali Yella had said that she had planted spies in the Spirit Lantus Empire to monitor Prime Minister Wilford.

Then now, it wasn't surprising that she had a way to send the letter through the spies to Wilford's confidant and then to the Pope.

"Your Majesty, the Oberon Fortress Headquarters, the headquarters of the Steel Fortress, sent you a request a month later to attend and witness the reconstruction of the Huning Empire's border after the war during the fourth anniversary of the Seville Earth Peace and Revival." Elm told the Pope about the second matter and handed the Pope a file.

"..."

Lan Qi glanced at the stone-carved map that the entire wall had transformed into, took the file, and opened it.

When the Spirit Lantus Empire and the Huning Empire signed the "Oberon Treaty" three years ago, it was at the southern border of the Holy Spirit Lantus Nation.

And a hundred kilometers away, all the city defense enchantments on the northern border of the Huning Empire were held and taken over by the Holy Spirit Lantus Nation. This was a clause of the Huning Empire as the defeated party.

The files were mostly reports, including the arrangements for the celebration activities, the recent situation of the borders between the two countries, and the plans for the next two years.

Everything was thriving and developing in a good direction.

"I know." He gave Elm an answer.

This Shadow World only had 21 days. Things a month later had nothing to do with him.

Actually, no matter how he answered, it wouldn't affect the ending.

He could do whatever he wanted.

"Can such a good ending really be achieved in history?" Talia asked Lan Qi in his mind.

She was almost certain that this complete Shadow World had nothing to do with her.

The file also mentioned the current situation of the Huning Empire's reconstruction after the war.

The blood clans who were burdened with sins were judged and would accept punishment with long prison terms.

The remaining blood clans chose to coexist with humans, dividing a territory belonging to the blood clans on the border of the Huning capital, Tric, and making a covenant to not interfere in human regimes from then on. The blood clans also began to use their own magic skills to help humans develop.

Peace as beautiful as a dream, like a fallen gentle land.

If the real historical timeline Lancros could see this miraculous great victory in the last journey of his life, he would probably close his eyes without regret.

"After all, no one knows what the ending of this era tens of thousands of years ago will be like. Even if it is called the Blood Moon Badlands, it must have enough possibilities." Lan Qi replied with thoughts.

The history that can be traced in the present world is only a few thousand years at most.

Before that, there were only uncertain inferences by historians and archaeologists.

The Blood Moon Badlands was even more distant, a lost history from at least tens of thousands of years ago.

The only ones who knew the answer were probably the top blood clans who had been sealed for thousands of years before being freed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Elm." Lan Qi waved his hand, signaling Elm to retreat.

"Your Majesty, if you need anything, call me at any time." High Judge Elm bowed, emphasizing a sentence, and then quietly left the throne hall.

The door closed again, leaving only Lan Qi and this mysterious letter from Kali Yella in the hall.

Lan Qi slowly walked towards the throne, the setting sun projected in from the stained-glass window, slowly receding from his white body and blending into the shadows.

After sitting down.

Lan Qi stared at the envelope in his hand, the azure ripples looking extraordinarily enchanting in the pure light of the throne hall.

Just as Talia said, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was quite worried that the Shadow World would have a kind of regression force—facing enemies with too much power in the worst case, his previous changes were nothing, or in the end, in the fourth Shadow World, the advantages accumulated in the first three Shadow Worlds were just the light of fireflies, and these twelve years had made everything tend towards the historical line.

Now it seemed that the worst situation didn't happen!

Although this timeline was as beautiful as a dream.

But everything he saw was extremely real, definitely not the illusion created by the fallen gentle land. Lan Qi knew this very well.

Having walked one hundred and thirty-one steps in the Great Demon Race Trial, he could accurately distinguish reality from illusion more accurately than any other living being in the world.

A person bound by a dream cage wouldn't realize that they might be dreaming, nor would they maintain a clear suspicion like him at all times.

At least for now, Fallen Marquis Kali Yella was still alive and well.

With his strongest ally, Kali Yella, as a powerful person protecting and guarding the place, the Demon Realm must still be the way he left it in the last Shadow World.

Based on this, it was inferred that the timeline he was in now was very different from the timeline Lancros was in historically.

"Alas, Black Sun Marquis Lancros must have never seen the wonderful timeline where blood clans and humans lived in peace." Talia sighed.

After she watched the images sealed in the Kali Yella Shadow Weave, she had been sympathizing with their ancient compatriots.

"Lan Qi, you wouldn't be thinking of running south to catch blood clans, would you?" Talia probed.

Theoretically speaking, if they went directly south, it was possible to reach the hinterland of the southern Huning Empire in twenty-one days, and releasing his Fusion Wolf would definitely cause quite a stir.

But if he did this, the hard-won peace would definitely be destroyed, and this dreamlike Shadow World would be shattered into a nightmare-like scorched earth battlefield.

"I'm not a terrorist. Why would I want to kill everyone?" Lan Qi was amused by Talia.

Currently, this eighth-order Shadow World didn't seem to have any danger. As long as he passed it smoothly, he could ensure that the present world wouldn't be punished by the disaster of the Shadow World's failure.

If he did something unnecessary and destroyed the situation where the Shadow World could carry out the mission normally, he would become a war criminal in the present world.

"You humans actually like to kill your enemies..." Talia muttered.

As a princess of a destroyed nation, she always held regrets.

She didn't have any complaints about the ending of the Demon Realm's destruction, but she often wondered if things would be different if someone had made different choices back then.

"Not including me. If I had been in charge of the overall human situation in the Holy War back then, I would definitely not have let the Demon Realm be destroyed. Or, if I had handled the problem, I could have ended the Holy War in two weeks." Lan Qi replied to Talia, guaranteeing with great certainty.

"..."

"Sorry, I admit, you really shouldn't be counted among ordinary humans." Although Talia didn't know where Lan Qi's confidence came from or what methods he had to end the Holy War in two weeks, she believed that this guy could come up with a plan that would make humans and demons uncomfortable but would have to be accepted.

And he could definitely do what he said, treating demons and humans equally.

"Are you praising me or scolding me?" Judging from his emotions, Lan Qi thought Talia might be praising him.

But it sounded like she was scolding him.

"Praising you. This time, I'm really praising you." Talia admitted unwillingly and helplessly.

The thing she liked most about Lan Qi was that he wasn't biased.

Perhaps it was because she saw Lan Qi say to Hyperion in the Shadow World recording, "Don't discriminate against demons," that she began to change her opinion of Lan Qi and try to understand him.

But this person was annoying in other ways.

Talia added a patch in her heart to prevent Lan Qi from misunderstanding.

"I've always believed that there are good guys among the blood clans." Lan Qi added, telling Talia his true thoughts.

He wouldn't label all individuals because of their race, but the blood clans he had met so far had some bad habits that were hard to change.

The war ended at a suitable time, and the blood clans and the Huning Empire paid for the cost of the war, minimizing casualties.

A defeated country was worth countless times more than a scorched earth.

This could be considered an ideal ending in the Blood Moon Badlands.

A relatively perfect ending.

While Lan Qi chatted with Talia, he carefully peeled off the crystal wax seal of Kali Yella's letter.

The main business of the Shadow World was still to read Kali Yella's letter first.

Lan Qi himself was also looking forward to contacting this old friend after a long time.

Blue magic power suddenly steamed out of the letter paper and swirled in the air, forming demon characters.

"—To the Unnamed Marquis"

"My friend, greetings."

"The season of snow and ice has arrived. Have you been well lately?"

"You may feel more and more lonely and cold. Please be careful not to catch a cold."

"As for me, since I parted ways with you last time, the days have been very peaceful."

"It's all thanks to you and your partners that we were able to defeat the blood clans and the Huning Empire and exchange it for the peace we have now. I would like to express my sincere gratitude here."

"I originally thought that I should write you a letter as soon as possible."

"But I always feel a little embarrassed to send a letter when there is nothing important to send."

"I don't want to disturb you."

"Please forgive me."

Kali Yella's handwriting was more delicate than imagined.

The magic power it contained was still so full of the ninth level's domineering spirit.

"'Unnamed Marquis,' only Kali Yella would call me that." Lan Qi said to Talia nostalgically as he looked at the pages.

Other demons at this time should probably call him Black Sun Marquis.

Only close old friends would continue to use the title they used when they first met.

"There are enchantment techniques on this letter paper. If you hadn't opened it, it probably wouldn't have appeared at all." Talia analyzed the paper and told him.

Like the first time she touched the Kali Yella Shadow Weave gem, she felt unexpectedly close to this magic power, as if it could merge into her body.

"I'm very sorry to disappoint you. Six years ago, I failed to defend the Demon King's City." The words that appeared at the top of the next page made Lan Qi's hand pause slightly.

"Fortunately, you arrived and saved that child again. She is our last hope for breaking through Blood Moon City."

"But I lost to Duke Raschiel, the third progenitor of the blood clans, and my soul has long been fragmented."

"The power I gave you at that time was the origin of my remaining fate soul."

"Because I knew I was useless anymore, and you still needed to continue moving forward."

"Dragging this body, I used these years to stabilize the overall situation in the Demon Realm, leaving you a gift that you can choose whether to open or not."

Lan Qi's breathing was no longer so steady.

He quickly turned over this letter and looked at the last page.

"But when you come to the Demon Realm, I may have turned into the Fallen Gentle Land of the Great Demon Race Trial."

"I gave the last origin of my fate soul to Marquis Esmod, so that I can bless her child to be born smoothly. If one day in the future you can see the child of Marquis Mist and Marquis Midnight, maybe you can sense each other, because you all have my magic power."

"If you feel confused, come to the Demon Realm."

"I believe that if it's you, you will definitely be able to find the answer."

"This new journey will begin in the land you guard. I hope you will continue to like the Demon Realm."

"Goodbye."

"—Fallen Kali Yella"

She ended the letter in a relatively cheerful way.

Lan Qi held the letter and couldn't put it down for a long time.

As a person from another era, he knew that Kali Yella's final ending must be to become the Fallen Gentle Land of the Great Demon Race Trial.

But he never thought that he would personally experience these farewells in this era.

"Lan Qi, this is a Shadow World after all. Kali Yella's death is ultimately a certainty. Don't be sad." Talia thought and comforted Lan Qi.

She knew that Lan Qi and Kali Yella had friendship and had fought side by side.

He must feel bad about learning of Kali Yella's death.

"Ultimately a certainty... Kali Yella..." Lan Qi murmured the words Talia had just said.

"Death...?" His voice was tinged with a hint of hesitation.

If Kali Yella was gone.

Then might the current Demon Realm be completely different from what he imagined?

A strange and ominous feeling filled Lan Qi's heart.

It was as if an irresistible force of fate made him feel that this timeline was wrong.

He was breathing the cold air of Hersalaim, the capital of Spirit Lantus, in winter.

Even if it was only for a moment.

At this moment.

A sea of blood surged towards him with a howling sound in a moment of weak mental will, filling the throne hall where Lan Qi was.

Illusions and blood-red bubbles occupied everything in the throne hall space within his sight.

When he opened his eyes again.

Severe blizzards howled through the streets of the city, submerging ruins, severed limbs, and pools of blood under a vast expanse of snow.

The deep sound of the wind and the snow pellets were hitting his skin.

Was this the Demon King's Palace on Nica Island?

It was dark or white outside the palace, dotted with blood-red like blood mandalas. He couldn't see anything clearly.

The former Nicalis central square was now empty. The ruthless snow buried all evidence, and the screams of these dead souls would disappear with the wind, and no one would mourn them again.

"Six years ago?" Even if Lan Qi's consciousness was almost frozen, he could probably guess what time point this battle was.

The war between the Huning Empire and the Allied Forces should have entered a white-hot stage at this time.

Even if they really lost, the Demon Realm would be the last place the blood clans would attack.

According to the records of the Holy Spirit Lantus Nation, the northern human countries could fall at any time. Several orc city-states were also slaughtered by the blood clans. Even the Land of Eternal Night had become dangerous. The Demon Realm's communications couldn't connect with the human countries.

He couldn't see his fingers.

Alarm bells and wails, as well as the sounds of demons being disemboweled, shrouded the Demon King's City of Nicalis in a haze of panic on this stormy night.

In the darkness, Lan Qi felt like there was movement in front of him.

He could only walk forward step by step.

Until dim moonlight once again illuminated the long stone corridor of the Nicalis Palace.

He felt goosebumps all over his body and stared at everything in shock.

Kali Yella lay on the ground, her eyes dull and covered in blood.

And a figure of a boy looked at him with ecstasy, his mouth and cheeks stained with blood.

[Black Sun Marquis, you dare to come to me, you loser?] The voice of Duke Raschiel, the third progenitor, sounded in his ears from all directions, with a nightmarish smile.

The voice gradually amplified, the humming and noise almost tearing his eardrums. The surrounding consciousness accelerated rapidly, almost dragging him into another distorted space tunnel beyond the speed of sound and light—

"..."

White light suddenly appeared in front of Lan Qi's eyes, and everything became quiet.

When his vision refocused, only the pure white throne hall and Talia's angelic, concerned face remained.

"Lan Qi, are you okay?" Talia was present in the throne hall and was shaking Lan Qi's shoulders because she had noticed that something was wrong.

Lan Qi had suddenly stopped moving just now.

It was useless no matter how she called him.

So she directly summoned herself.

"Talia..." Lan Qi came back to his senses, and his breathing became smooth and steady.

"N-Nothing's wrong." Lan Qi answered as if he had woken up from a dream.

He might now understand part of the meaning of the mission objective "Understand Lancros's state of mind."

Whether it was in the original historical line or the Shadow World line he had evolved, the third progenitor Raschiel had left Lancros with an indelible negative state in the battle.

And in this process, he would intermittently see the pain that Lancros couldn't let go of.

"Really okay?" Talia flicked her hair and leaned over to take off Lan Qi's mask, sticking it to Lan Qi's forehead.

The mental load caused by general illusion-oriented mental magic easily caused a high fever, causing the patient to temporarily lose his mind.

"Really, nothing's wrong. A mere ninth-order mental negative state is like sparkling water to me." Lan Qi quickly leaned back, relying on the throne as if he was avoiding Talia.

"Re-al-ly?" Talia dragged out her voice and sized him up with her hands on her hips.

Seeing that Lan Qi was so energetic, it seemed that he was indeed okay.

But Lan Qi seemed to look down on mental magic.

She didn't believe that her mental magic couldn't control Lan Qi.

"Pfft." Lan Qi, who was originally caught off guard by Talia's sudden approach, was amused by her thoughts.

Talia sometimes had a strange sense of confidence and humor.

"..." Talia frowned slightly. "If I learned from my sister and used charm magic on you, would you be unaffected?"

As she spoke, she put her hand in front of her chin and threw a kiss at Lan Qi.

Iphathia told her that it would definitely work.

"..."

Lan Qi suddenly felt a chill all over his body and was hard-controlled for a second.

He felt uncomfortable all over.

"You win." He admitted.

Talia's mental magic was still effective.

The short time of joking made him cheer up.

Lan Qi clenched the letter in his hand again, as if there was something else behind it.

He turned over the third page again.

As the last Kali Yella's handwriting was completely interpreted, the mysterious letter suddenly floated up from Lan Qi's hand and turned into starlight.

Blue magic power, like a trickle, slowly surrounded his wrist, bringing a strange warmth and temporarily dispelling the surrounding cold.

After a moment, the magic power gradually dissipated and merged into the solemn air of the throne hall.

The letter paper weathered into silver-white dust in mid-air, like the first snow, and sprinkled on the red carpet.

As expected, there was an invitation at the end of the letter.

Written on it was—

[Purgatory Paschal Corridor Headmaster Letter of Appointment]

"Purgatory Corridor Academy?" Lan Qi picked it up and looked at it through the lights of the throne hall. It was like reuniting with an old friend.

"At the end of the story, do you have to go back to the beginning again?" he murmured.

"Corridor, corridor, don't you feel that from the moment you first stepped into Purgatory Corridor Academy, it was destined that you would have to go back there one day?" Talia put her arms around her hands and leaned against the Papal Throne, saying to him.

Kali Yella mentioned in the last letter that she had prepared a gift for the Unnamed Marquis.

Then the general meaning of this invitation was that Kali Yella had left a treasure that couldn't be mentioned at the Paschal school in Purgatory City.

"Can you guess what Kali Yella left behind?" Lan Qi turned his head to look at Talia next to him.

As a genuine old demon, Talia would know more about the demons' secrets and traditions.

"I've been very interested in this school for a long time." Seeing that Lan Qi was sincerely asking for advice, Talia didn't care about his wording and began to tell him, "In the Demon Realm, all designs related to corridors, inversions, and infinity are related to Marquis Inversion, Tiberius."

She understood from the first time she saw Lan Qi going to the ancient Demon Realm Academy on the screen of Ithaca Academy. This school adopted one of their most classic and ancient art styles in the Demon Race.

"..." Lan Qi understood Talia's words and nodded.

This mysterious building of the Purgatory Corridor couldn't even be traced back in the Demon Realm of the Blood Moon Badlands era. It couldn't be ruled out that it was a masterpiece of the craftsman Tiberius of the Demon Realm tens of thousands or even millions of years ago.

That was why the Great Demon Race Trial on the sixth floor of Hellheim Prison, Inverted Road to Rebirth, had a corridor style similar to that of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

While Lan Qi was thinking, Talia was staring at him again.

"You seem to have another status." she reminded.

This time, the status was surprisingly easy to identify.

Talia got the result at a glance.

[Last Gentle Land]

[Category: Buff]

[Grade: Epic]

[Attribute: Illusion]

[Level: 9]

[Kali Yella's protection for you.]

She also shared all of this with Lan Qi through consciousness.

"..."

Lan Qi sat in place for a while, mustered all his strength, stood up, and made a victory sign that was not in line with the Pope's identity.

"Okay, it's time to work hard!" He walked towards the communication magic device and pressed the summoning crystal.

It seemed that this trip to the Demon Realm was necessary. Only by returning to the Demon Realm could he understand many things. According to this guidance, Hyperion was likely to be in the Demon Realm at this moment.

Right now, it was just like back then!

Since he was going to the Demon Realm again, and this time it was December winter compared to last summer, the Land of Eternal Night would only be more dangerous.

Then he had to go find that person again.

Not long after.

High Judge Elm knocked on the door of the throne hall of the Papal Hall again and walked in with the Pope's permission.

"Your Majesty, did you summon me?" The High Judge bowed and spoke in a humble tone.

"I want to find Sigrid." Lan Qi said concisely.

Sigrid was adopted and raised in an orphanage of the Holy Spirit Lantus Church since she was a child. In essence, she was also a member of the church.

Elm should know her whereabouts. Twelve years ago, Secretary Elm helped Prime Minister Wilford find this excellent driver who accurately knew the route to the Land of Eternal Night.

"..." Elm was a little surprised. He didn't expect the Pope to suddenly want to find Sigrid at this moment. He gradually let go and showed a somewhat nostalgic look. "Sister Sigrid, after you brought her back, has been in the orphanage in the suburbs of Hersalaim. You haven't seen her in a long time."

(End of chapter)