Chapter 110: “Saint Son”

Philina was very self-reproachful.

She knew what she had done wrong.

The Thunder Saint’s words ignited her anger; she arrogantly thought that the so-called demons were as weak and fragile as she had seen before, believing that this race born because of the evil god was ultimately no match for the heavenly oracle envoys.

She failed.

Not only did she fail, but she also harmed Simona.

In her moment of despair, she even reprimanded the human king of this world, denied her plans, even her achievements—this was not something a holy person should do.

If the holy Gabriella knew, she definitely wouldn’t forgive her.

“Wuu wuu…….”

Philina wiped the corner of her eye; she knew she had caused a big disaster, but what was more fatal was the metal ring on her neck, restricting her magic circuits.

Gabriella’s dark power became the best means for the evil god to toy with the dignity of the heavenly oracle envoy.

But just as she was in despair, the golden glow behind her caught her attention.

It was a five-meter-tall sacred statue.

A girl holding a silver-white holy sword, white skirt fluttering, expression compassionate, corners of her mouth curving into a faint concern, behind her a pair of angelic wings, wearing a halo crown, like a deity.

This was clearly the statue of the divine maiden, my lord.

Could it be that the humans here weren’t as irreverent towards the gods as imagined?

“Miss Philina, may I ask what brings you to the Purifying Spirit Sanctuary?”

A nightingale-like melodious voice came from the front of the sanctuary’s gate.

Philina turned her head and met her gaze.

The hood hid her appearance, revealing only a fair jade neck; holy runes and golden patterns outlined countless beautiful designs on her white long robe, shining brilliantly under the sanctuary’s glow; her tall and slender figure gave her an air of majesty, the golden cross necklace on her chest further displayed her status.

“Saint Son……”

Philina rubbed her eyes.

She recognized the person before her.

A magic user stronger than the Saintess, and also the guardian of the church’s holy hall, that is, the judge symbolizing the sacred landmark building and assets.

That was the cleric known as the Saint Son.

“Captain Philina, only Her Majesty the Holy Queen can visit here. What is the meaning of this?”

“I used her teleportation scroll; I said very harsh words to her. My momentary impulse ruined everything.”

Philina didn’t get up; she just knelt sitting in place. 

She knew she had lost the possibility of resistance; the metal ring on her neck was still restricting her power. 

Now Philina had almost lost hope.

She originally didn’t want to despise humans, but everything the Thunder Saint said made her burn with anger.

She knew that the Holy Queen’s failure ultimately had something to do with her; she treated the Holy Queen as the instigator of the failure, but thinking carefully, she herself was also one of the reckless ones. 

She could have done her best, but now it seemed she had disrupted the Holy Queen’s plan.

Her actions might plunge humanity into chaos; she would let down the divine maiden.

As the heavenly oracle envoy guarding part of the divine maiden’s power, yet she lost her guarded object.

Death wouldn’t be enough to atone.

The more she thought this way, the more ashamed she felt. 

As the first awakened heavenly oracle envoy, this was clearly not qualified, and might even be helping the enemy…… but she didn’t want to admit it.

…

“Where is Her Majesty Simona?”

“Demon King’s Castle..”

“So, she can’t return now, right?”

The Saint Son slowly walked to her front, her voice gentle like a clear spring, refreshing and pleasant.

“She can’t come back.” 

Philina’s voice somehow became softer, getting smaller and smaller.

“I’ve also been fitted with restricting shackles; I messed everything up, everything……

“It was me who harmed her.”

She was like a frustrated lone wolf, letting out low whines and mournful cries.

She didn’t want to resist; even after her anger subsided, she hoped that the human before her who believed in the divine maiden could give her punishment.

The restlessness in her heart had long dissipated, leaving only repentance.

But the Saint Son came forward and sat beside Philina.

“Miss Philina, you have your difficulties too, right?”

“……” 

Philina didn’t answer; she hugged her legs and buried her head in them.

“Every day, I pray under the divine statue. Every time under the divine maiden’s shining light, I feel serene and comforted. My pure yet somewhat uneasy heart is, as a guardian, my only sustenance.”

Her words were gentle like a mother, also like a devout pilgrim.

Only then did Philina capture a pure holy power in the so-called “Saint Son’s” body.

Although the so-called Saint Son was wearing a long robe, when sitting, one could notice the fullness of her chest.

She suddenly raised her head, using her peripheral vision to size up the Saint Son’s smooth as jade chin.

“Miss Philina doesn’t need to force herself. This is just a temporary setback. Facing the bright future is the path for us believers.”

“Mm.”

“Miss Holy Queen thinks the same, right? So I should be as firm as her. If there’s anything I can help you with…”

But before the Saint Son finished, Philina interrupted her:

“Miss Saint Son, you’re actually a girl?”

“Mm.”

The Saint Son paused, obviously surprised by this view.

In that instant, she recalled some fragmented pieces, but they only lingered in her mind for a moment. 

The Saint Son vaguely remembered that knowing this person named Philina wasn’t now, but in the distant millennia or even tens of thousands of years ago.

Obviously, gender confirmation wasn’t what Philina wanted to express.

Her gender was already known when she uttered the gentle voice.

The Saint Son rarely revealed her appearance and voice in the world, which to some extent caused misunderstandings.

But what she cared more about was this woman disguised as a male, the true identity hidden under the robe.

“Olivia?”

The Saint Son tilted her head looking at her, obviously a bit surprised.

“Miss Philina, I don’t understand.”

“Heavenly oracle envoy, Miss Olivia.”

Philina’s voice carried a slight tremor, the ending drawn out gradually turning into a sobbing tone, as if seeing her lifesaver.

“You’ve awakened too…..”

“Mm.”

The woman called Olivia opened her mouth intending to say something, but unexpectedly more memories surged up.

A few strands of silver light emerged on her delicate body. 

She gently lowered her hood, revealing long silver-white hair that sparkled like diamonds in the golden light. A few delicate strands curled around her jade-like neck, draping softly over her ample chest.

Azure blue pupils danced with a bit of spirit.

She recovered her memories as a heavenly oracle envoy, but that didn’t change her voice at all; it remained melodious and peaceful.

“Yes, Miss Philina, I’m back…….

“May I ask, have you seen my daughter?”