She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 228 The Wind of Tracing the Light

Lorraine Hill lifted the skirt and walked up the stairs. The steps in front of the church were not too long, but not too short. There were 12 steps in total. On the steps stood chorus students. They were uniformly dressed in white priest robes, arranged neatly and dignifiedly. There is a trapezoidal space in the middle. In the center of the empty steps is the elegant and magnificent door of the church, with patterns of angels, sun, moon and stars on it.

When the girl with silver hair and black gauze stepped on the steps, a different feeling rose from her heart, as if her body became lighter and her mind became clearer. After each step, this feeling deepened a little bit. After walking down the short twelve steps, it seemed like a distant time had passed, and there was a feeling of separation from the world.

When she looked back behind her, the people who followed the motorcade were still standing in the same place, only a few dozen meters apart, but it gave her the feeling that they were separated by a long river of time, a little ethereal and distant.

On this highly anticipated occasion, Roland Hill didn't want to stop suddenly to find out, but slowly walked into the interior of the church.

In the tall church hall, there is no one at the moment, and it is very quiet. After entering here, it seems to be in another world, away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. At this moment, the large church was enveloped by a bright and soft light, but Roland Hill did not see the proper light source. There are indeed some candlesticks in the hall, but this white and bright light is not emitted by small candles.

After a little observation, she discovered that these light sources were actually the countless tiny particles in the air, because they were too tiny and filled the entire hall, making it difficult for people to notice them.

Now the interior of the church is surrounded by these soft particles of light, which makes Roland Hill feel very comfortable, but these particles of light also form a field-like effect, and there is no other sequence of magic or Mana in the environment.

If you use the skills or spells of the angel sequence here, it is estimated that the effect will be greatly enhanced, the girl thought. But what she didn't notice was that a pale golden symbol on her forehead also appeared and disappeared from time to time. It was a symbol similar to the sun, and the sun's rays were like wings, slowly spreading out.

Just when she wondered that there was no one in the church to answer and tell her how to proceed, a door on the side opened, and Ingrid, who was wearing a white and silver knight's armor, walked in with her hands raised. Wearing a winged scepter, the whole is white, with decorative wings that fade from light green to pure white above, golden branches and leaves wrapped around it, and a hazy halo around it.

[Wind of Tracing Light]: A rare instrument with extraordinary characteristics, which can greatly increase the skills related to wind and light, and form a special field, suppressing the magic of other sequences to be cast in the field.

When Ingrid saw Lorraine Hill, a trace of surprise and surprise flashed in her eyes, then she lowered her head slightly and offered the scepter in her hand.

"This is?" The girl didn't take it rashly, but asked with a little curiosity.

"This is a prop to be used in the event ceremony, you can just hold it Rosie." Ingrid said.

Although Ingrid's malice was not detected, Roland Hill was not stupid. How could there be such a valuable event item? The evaluation of the crystal level is equivalent to that of Sequence 8, except for the 'sacred artifact' with special powers, such a creation It can be said to be the pinnacle of the world.

"This is too precious," she said softly, placing her hands by her side and not accepting it.

"It's a bit troublesome to explain, but it's really a prop for the event. I'm not lying. If Rochelle thinks it's too precious, she'll be fine later." In order to make the girl accept it, Ingrid also wanted to Do your best to explain.

"OK then."

Now is not the time to be too tangled, everyone outside is still waiting. Roland Hill accepted the staff, and the moment he held the staff, a comfortable feeling came along with it, as if the body was stretched out, something enclosed was exposed, and it was like breathing fresh air. . This made the girl have the illusion that one of her talents has become more powerful. If she was the one who called the wind before, she is now the one who controls the wind.

This staff is not simple, perhaps it is far more than a crystal-level evaluation, the girl thought so in her heart. Then, under the leadership of Ingrid, she slowly walked out of the church, and the light particles in the church also slowly dissipated, and everything returned to its usual appearance.

When she walked out of the church again, she was faced with a grand and silent crowd, students dressed in black and white robes, living and dead, candles and faint flames, forming a sea-like scenery in front of the church. These countless crowds and eyes looked at the silver-haired and black-veiled girl who walked out of the church, looking at her figure holding a scepter, like an angel who came to the world.

"Please say 'I forgive'," Ingrid reminded while standing beside Rosie.

The girl said softly, "I forgive."

The wind of light that swept the academy up, it was so delicate that it could pass through walls and bodies, soothing the fragile and endangered soul body. Consciousness is also much clearer and calmer, and the slight wounds in the soul body have gradually healed.

So the cheers of the mountain and the tsunami sounded, and no matter who it was, they all sighed at the miracle and unexpected joy that fell from the sky.

In the crowd below, Cecina lightly changed her hat to her face and leaned against the side door of the carriage, a gratifying smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I certainly didn't see it wrong.

After seeing this huge ceremony, Elro did not flock to the central church with everyone, but whistled and slowly left according to the package under his robe.

"Old man, you really read it right.

” On the way home, the teenager who returned upstream whispered to the ancient soul in the bottle.

"That girl is really an angel reincarnated."

"Oh, you didn't believe it before, so you can't refute it now." A gruff reply came from the package.

"The pastors of that group of churches are really willing to spend such a large cost to set up the 'Angel Comes' ceremony."

"Although it's only a semi-finished product, it can't really let the angels come, but it also briefly communicated with the heavens and confirmed a few things."

"I don't think they would have imagined that there are still people in the outside world who recognize this ancient ceremony, haha, but let me mix and observe." The ancient ghost in the package seemed to be a little proud and continued to show off.

"This girl is not an artificially pure soul body in the late dynasty, but is born like this. In addition, the heavens seem to recognize her existence, and it can be confirmed that she has a deep relationship with angels."

Elro asked in a low voice: "Old man, didn't you say that the three blazing angels back then couldn't do it, one fell, one turned into a statue, and the other returned to the heavens incomplete, how could there be someone like her? exist."

"Besides, she is not like those rigid low-level angels. Angels with such a high personality and wisdom have no records. This is very strange."

"You kid, take it for granted. The world is so grand, not all people and events are recorded. Besides, how can you be sure that there are only three Seraphs." The soul body in the bottle said faintly.

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