Young gods

In the capital of King Ostia, in front of a magnificent mansion, surrounded by a regiment of knights in armour.

They lined up neatly, the sound of the collision of soldiers, so that the crowd of onlookers unconsciously silence.

Some people could not help but be shocked and whispered: "I didn't think that an archduke like Bragg would be sanctioned one day."

"I heard that he believed in black magic and kept a group of slaves transformed by black magic."

When the word "black magic" came out, even the most reluctant of people would put their hands together and pray: "God, please be sure to give the punishment for the sin."

"May the Lord punish these evil souls."

Outside the crowd of onlookers, a carriage decorated with precious stones and embroidered with roses on a dark red velvet cloth pulled up. The royal family glow told everyone to stay away from the carriage.

No one wants to mess with a nobleman, especially when the owner of this magnificent carriage is rumored to be the proud daughter of Sevia.

The girl looked outside through the glass window, like a waterfall of white hair straight down, the hair end of the micro curl, lightly covering the waist.

White eyelashes like two butterfly wings, graceful resting on the crystal red eyes.

Very delicate appearance, because the hair color more fragile sense of vulnerability.

She sat demurely in her carriage, in her whalebone petticoat, and held in her palm a clear crystal ball, with a cross shining in its center, which she had just brought back from the temple.

"Aine, there's nothing to see here." Sylvia looked for a moment, then drew her eyes back.

Aine is a kind-hearted maid who brings back memories of her time with Sylvia's mother, Princess Renee. At that time, she was an innocent girl who had been abducted into the grand manor, saved only by Sylvia's mother.

"God bless, those poor, innocent, deceived slaves have done something wrong."

"I think my stern father will give a just verdict." Sylvia knows that anyone who betrays the gods will receive the most severe punishment.

In this world, God is the representative of rules and order, and the judgment of evil and sin is a high existence that can never be blasphemed.

Magic is a gift from the gods at the beginning of creation, black magicians are traitors to the gods, and the temple will not forgive violators who defile the gods.

As for the slaves, exile was perhaps the greatest gift of all.

"God bless." Aine prayed.

Sylvia drew down the curtains and the carriage drove towards the palace.

After dinner, Sylvia went back to her room alone and opened the heavy grimoire. The light from the candelabra illumined the ancient writing, and Sylvia's delicate, soft fingertips gathered a golden glow into the crystal ball she had brought back from the temple during the day.

This is the highest prophecy crystal in the temple, and only the highest level of magic talent has access to it.

As the royal daughter of the Osh Empire, Sevia is the first in line to the throne, inheriting her mother's hair color and eye color, and inheriting the magical talent from her mother's clan.

Once upon a time, she was blessed with honor.

- if there is no prophecy about her in the Temple prophecy book.

The prophecy book of the temple is a sign that God has come down, and only believers who are favored by God are qualified to listen to God's proverbs.

Sylvia's mother, Renee, was the last Archbishop of the Temple of Magical Gifts, the most powerful bishop in the temple. After seeing the prophecy of the sacrifice of Sylvia, Renee hid it from the other bishops of the temple. It was not until her mother's death that the prophecy that Sylvia was destined to be sent to the abyss was revealed.

The prophecy does not specify when Sylvia will be sent to the abyss, except for a brief sentence: "A girl born in the light is destined to be swallowed up by the abyss until the gods send down their words."

The girl born bathed in the light is Sylvia, her full level of magic talent, at birth attracted all the light elements of the palace.

But the word of the gods, no one knows how to bring it down.

Since many years ago, the gods have been silent from this world.

The Son and daughter whom God gave to the full rank never appeared again.

The temples on the mainland, the bishops with the highest level of magical talent, can't tell the whereabouts of the gods.

In this world, magic is a gift from God, and God's gift means affinity with God.

Magic can be improved by blood, but divine gifts are elusive. People with the highest level of magical talent may also be given the lowest level by God.

Sylvia has no God-given gift. No God-given talent means that you can never actively communicate with God.

Her only way out was blocked. But she didn't give up.

After her mother's death, she rose by magic from a royal believer to a bishop's reserve, next to the bishop, using the temple's authority to find a way to get the gods to bring down the Proverbs.

The light was completely absorbed by the central cross engraving and, as usual, nothing happened.

Sylvia lowered her eyelids to hide the tiredness of her eyes. As the aftereffects of her lost magic poured in, Sylvia walked toward the soft bed and sank into the dark rose-colored tapestry.

It was an uneasy sleep, and Sylvia dreamed of what came next.

In her dream, she was still the daughter of the Osh Empire, the first in line to the throne. A sacrifice inscribed from birth in the temple's book of prophecy, destined to be swallowed by the abyss.

In her dream, after searching for Proverbs for many times, she obediently accepted the arrangement of prophecy and was sent to the abyss by the kingdom's gorgeous convoy. In the endless fall, all the light slipped away from her.

She fell alone into the dark abyss, the crushing thud of her bones as she landed, the warmth of the liquid running through her fingers, and the numbing pain that was so real it made one shudder.

She was like a broken doll, finally eaten up by monsters in the abyss.

But her soul did not enter reincarnation, nor was it judged by the gods.

But floating in the air, watching the world go on.

After her death, her dear father, Alingsman Collinston, the eleventh king of the Empire, finally shed his solemn face, wiped the tears from his eyes with his handkerchief, was silent for a short moment, and then, in the relief of his intimate servants, offered to bring his second daughter Mara, who had been exiled, back to the royal capital.

Mara, according to tradition, is Sylvia's half-sister. King Allingsman met Mara's mother on one of his expeditions and had a brief love affair like a bouquet. King Allingsman felt more in love with Marla's mother than with his political marriage to Sylvia's mother.

After 16 years of living in freedom in the mountains, the lucky girl was brought back to the palace and became second in line to the throne of the Oss Empire, one rank above Sylvia's own brother.

After having a noble identity, the girl from the countryside did not show cowardice and inferiority, but relied on the fresh smile of the field, with a kind and considerate affinity, to open the road of heartthrob Mary Sue in the Wang capital.

The duke and noble bowed to her smile, the knights of the temple bowed their heads for her, and even the slaves they saved at will finally woke up to the identity of the messengers of the gods.

And Sylvia, on the cheap sister's heartthrob road, presumably played a background role in helping Mara convert the copy.

"If the abyss is meant to be evil, then, as second in line to the throne of the Osh empire, I will stop its expansion by all means." Mara looked steadily. "If Sister Sylvia had left us sooner, this wouldn't have happened."

In the dream, when Mara said this passage, she mentioned Sylvia's name, and Sylvia remembered it especially deeply.

Although the main line of Mara's life is to go to the Dark forest and continue to harvest the favor of the elven prince, Sylvia also understands that her sacrifice is mostly just a general existence in Mara's life as a reason.

The dream ends in a light.

The silent teenager who had been with Mara, never raising his face, had awakened to the identity of the Oracle. The gods cast down the light at his call. His figure was hidden in the wings that obscured the sun, and in the end, Sylvia could not see him clearly.

The power to cleanse all filth caused everyone present to bow their heads.

Man must not look his God in the eye.

Perhaps it was the state of the soul, but Sylvia saw the sculptural body of a god. His arms are firm and powerful, and the muscles of the most skilful craftsman could not have carved them with such perfection.

Just as she was about to see his face, the vertigo of the heavens and earth woke Sylvia up.

Sylvia sat up, raised her hand, and saw that the energy expended by magic had been restored. Eyes fell on the desk, the transparent crystal ball did not know when has broken.

Perhaps, this is the crystal ball to her foreshadowing.

Sylvia called out the door, "Aine."

Aine, who was guarding the door, pushed the door in, and Sylvia stood up. "Where are the slaves taken from Duke Bragg's house?"

Aine was surprised. "Lord Servia, do you want to judge them yourself? God bless you, you are as good a person as your mother." Aini thought that Renee had also saved her from prison in this way, and the kind, intelligent and tough Renee declared her innocent.

'But it's too late now. You can go tomorrow.'

Sylvia's heart was pounding. Her closest chance to the gods was at hand. If she didn't go now, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She saw in her dream that the young man Mara had saved and taken with him, who had awakened to his identity as an angel and asked the gods to come to the world, had originally been a lowly slave seized from the Grand Duke of Bragg's mansion.

He will be exiled to the Dark Forest.

"Aine, I want to go now." Sylvia insisted.

Aine wouldn't go against Sylvia's idea. She tied the corset for Sylvia, the bustle falling from her slender waist, the fluffy skirt embroidered with roses, the bright red against her skin white. Her white hair made her more delicate and delicate.

The prisoners taken from Duke Bragg's house were taken to the lowest level of the palace.

Aine held the magic lamp for Sylvia, and the knights in full gear heard the movement and surrounded them in a moment.

Seeing that it was Sylvia, the leading knight knelt on one knee.

"My Lord, this is no place for a beautiful lady like you." 'said the knight respectfully.

"Sir Knight, I think I have permission to enter." Sevia line of sight usually in front, eyelashes lightly on the red eyes, with a few lazy.

"Come with me, please." The knight was helpless. The maiden is the first in line to the throne of the Osh empire, and despite the prophecy about the sacrifice, she is still the royal daughter of honor.

The walls of the underground prison were dark and cold, glowing with blue-green elements. Sylvia knew that the inner core of this prison was carved with countless magic formations. Even the fiercest monsters of the Dark Forest cannot break through its walls and cut through the black bars of gold.

The prison room was very narrow, and the villains sent from all over the country stared dangerously at the teenage girls as they passed by. They shouted viciously at the girl, the chains in their hands violently slapped against the railing, and the circle of magic emitted halo after halo.

The dark underground was cold and damp, the dark brick walls were covered with mottled marks, and the smell of damp musty mixed with the smell of blood came against the face.

Sylvia raised her skirt a little and stared intently, silently observing the prisoners here out of the corner of her eye.

In the last cell, slaves captured from Bragg House are held. In the narrow prison, they snuggled, without exception, on the exceptionally white skin, with thrilling whiplash marks.

They were all extraordinarily beautiful, with a fragile sense of vulnerability.

Sylvia's eyes did not rest on them. She looked into the corner of the cell.

There, a young man sat quietly in the shadow behind an iron railing.

The light of the magic lamp fell slanting to the ground, illuminating a dim space and illuminating his pale jaw.

The young man has short hair of light chestnut color, and his skin is whiter than ordinary people, which shows a lonely cold under the lamp.

His exposed arms were covered with blood-colored whips, and blood seeped from the already blurred wounds, soaked through his tattered clothes, and fell to the ground in a wide pool of blood.

A black collar was tight around his neck above his collarbone.

Through the railing, Sylvia said softly, "Boy, raise your face."

Her blue eyes, which were lowered to the ground, were raised gently to see the girl as beautiful as a rose.

The moment he lifted his eyes, it was like moonlight shining into the clear, clean sea.

The young man's blue eyes are pure and clear like an empty mirror, but their expression is cold and empty, without any emotion.

The young man's face was more perfect than those huddled slaves, his pale skin made him look more fragile than ordinary people, and his lips were particularly bright. There are people can not move the eye 昳 beauty.

Under the magic lamp, his skin was so thin that he could see the blood vessels underneath. More like an unblemished work of art, without any cyan veins blending into this paleness.

Sylvia thought of the statues of the gods in the church, carved in white stone, always so white and cold.

There was no emotion in his eyes, and he looked at Sylvia cold and empty.

Light chestnut hair slightly curled, falling between the forehead, adding a little faint.

The cold, repellent attitude was diluted by the blood seeping from the wound. Sylvia glanced over the bloody wounds on his body, the overlapping whiplash marks making them unrecognizable.

This is God's future Oracle of the full rank? Sylvia was surprised. According to the records of the temple,