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It seems He knows that the current state of March 7th is not right.
After Qiong's explanation, March 7th looked enlightened.
"Oh, I think I've figured out the situation. I'm not in a physical body in this world, so no one can see me directly, and I can't interfere with anyone."
"That doesn't make sense, A-Qiong. You're a spirit too, so how come you can be seen?"
Qiong's body and her body were frozen together on the bed.
The two people should be the same.
"I can't say."
Qiong was also a little curious.
There are too many possible reasons for this to be true.
It may be because he has multiple bodies.
His soul and spirit far surpass those of ordinary people.
It could also be due to the passive effect of Jerry's transformation card.
"Huh? Then this girl will become a ghost!"
March 7th instantly wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, its shoulders slumping.
It's so boring not being able to participate in interactive activities or buy pretty hair clips!
"Being a ghost is great, no one can see you. You can come and peep at me while I'm showering, and I won't expose you."
Qiong said with a grin.
"Who would be spying on you?"
March 7th once again proved how easily she could be coaxed; with Qiong's witty banter, she quickly regained her energy.
This situation does have advantages; you don't need to worry about the guards at all, and you can openly enter and exit the forbidden area without anyone noticing.
As for Qiong...
"henshin!"
Qiong snapped her fingers.
A barely perceptible glint of light flashed, and a small brown mouse appeared.
March 7th could clearly read what Jerry was about to say from his face.
[The ghost girl and her knight mouse partner, let's go!]
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Volume 1: Chapter 801 Saintess, I Didn't Lie
The first rays of sunlight, as dawn broke, strode lightly across the stained-glass windows of Janusapolis's temple.
It felt like a mother's hand gently stroking a child; it wasn't smooth, but it was very warm.
He stroked the red-haired beauty who was sleeping soundly on the wooden table.
Her fiery red hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, the strands shimmering with a glassy sheen. Elf ears peeked out from her red hair, the tips of which were tinged with a faint red, adding to her otherworldly ethereal charm.
A white off-the-shoulder dress hangs loosely on her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of her fair collarbone and shoulder line.
The right slit of the skirt extends to the thigh, revealing smooth, snow-white legs.
Tirispius awoke from her sleep.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes.
The first thing that catches the eye is three red-haired, blue-eyed dolls sitting quietly on the edge of the desk.
The three dolls looked very much like the beauty, all with red hair and blue eyes, only their headdresses, hairstyles, and clothing were slightly different.
Good morning, Tibo, Tian, Tining~ Did you sleep well last night?
The beauty's gentle voice carried a hint of childlike joy.
The dolls, of course, could not respond; only the unchanging smiles on their faces seemed to be a silent reply to her morning greeting.
"I accidentally fell asleep on my books again last night."
Tirispius moved her slender wrists, which were slightly numb from sleeping on them all night.
I got up and went to the washroom in the corner for a quick wash.
As the sound of flowing water ceased, she tucked a small white flower with pale blue veins along its petals into her hair, like snowflakes falling on fire, clear and bright.
The flower's name is Morthes.
In the legends of Janusapolis, Mortes symbolizes longing, gratitude, and love that transcends time and space.
It's also her mother's name.
After a quick wash, Tirispius returned to her room.
It's called a room, but it doesn't feel like a bedroom for rest at all.
It is a large library.
The books are so numerous and varied that they could fill an ox's stomach.
This special room is connected to the temple's library of prophecies.
It contains all the oracles recorded by priests and saints throughout history, as well as information from those who seek oracles.
In the context of galactic civilizations, this would be comparable to a browser search history.
It is highly private data, heavily guarded, and unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter.
This room, however, fails to convey the solemnity one would expect from a recorded divine pronouncement.
Prophecy books and toys were strangely placed together in the same room. Next to the pile of red-haired dolls was a half-covered prophecy scroll, and next to the scattered candy wrappers on the cushions were dense notes.
Tirispyos bent down and gently lifted up a sword-wielding doll that had fallen to the ground and was almost stepped on by her, carefully straightening it.
"Tixiao, be careful, don't lie on the ground next time."
Beside the doll holding the small sword, there is a crystal-clear blue crystal.
Tirispius's gaze fell on the crystal, and she paused for a moment.
She picked up the crystal, and her cheerful expression turned serene.
There are always some things that you can never forget in your entire life.
"Tilicipios, see you tomorrow..."
The words her mother spoke before she left still echo in Tirispius's ears from time to time.
She remembered how, when she was ten years old, she tiptoed and reached out her little hand to clumsily wipe away the tears on her mother's cheeks.
"The place Mom is going to is free from wind, snow, bitter cold, and sudden rain. If I don't see her tomorrow..."
"Then tomorrow's tomorrow, and if that doesn't work either, then wait until the next tomorrow."
If a very long time passes and Mom still hasn't come back...
"That means the ritual was successful. Mom found a way to drive away the black tide and went to that new world on the other side."
"As long as you are a brave child, we will surely meet again in that new world."
Mom left.
Tirispius and others waited and waited.
Another tomorrow, and yet another tomorrow.
Time flies, and almost ten years have passed.
Countless nights and days were spent with only Tirispius alone.
Loneliness etched nightmares into the childhood nights, and Tirispius would clutch the few dolls her mother had left behind.
Later, she made more dolls, imitating her mother's dolls, to keep herself company.
This blue crystal was found quietly beside Tirispius one morning, not long after her mother left.
In Janusapolis, this crystal symbolizes courage and bravery.
Little Tilly didn't know who gave this mysterious gift back then.
But now, having grown into a saint as outstanding as her mother, she already has the answer in her heart.
It's Euronis.
Compared to Janus, the Titan who controls time and memory and is known for his profound intellect, He is more like a child with a simple mind and volatile emotions.
His personality is unpredictable, and he sometimes plays pranks or jokes with people.
"call."
Tirispius shook her head slightly, clearing her mind as if brushing dust off the pages of a book, and a bright smile returned to her delicate face.
"Why waste such precious moments of clarity on heavy memories?"
This is the most alert time of day, when wisdom shines into the mind like light through glass.
"There's no scheduled guidance work today, so let's stick to the usual routine: finish our daily reading and then continue with yesterday's design."
With her red hair flowing and her skirt swaying, Tirispie rose to her feet.
She walked back to the large desk piled with books and sketches, stood on tiptoe, and precisely pulled out a thick book from the high bookshelf.
A purely geographical atlas.
I'm sure any high school student on Earth knows that chewing on this stuff is like chewing on dried old tree bark.
But Tirispius watched with great interest, her azure eyes sparkling with focused attention.
This is her daily routine.
When she had gone through a third and a half of the clarity, she gently closed the geography book and picked up another book with a cover decorated with intricate symbols.
When she had reached two-thirds of the way through, she put down her alchemy book and walked briskly to a corner of the room.
There stood a small blackboard, divided into two parts.
On the right is a detailed sketch in chalk of a rocket-shaped device with small wings, and on the left are listed alchemical reaction equations.
In her spare time, Tirispius also enjoyed making inventions.
They're all just little gadgets.
Knock knock knock!
The sudden knocking startled Tirispius, who was pondering how to take off the small plane more efficiently.
She turned her head in surprise to look at the door.
"Strange... there's no work scheduled for the Holy Maiden today?"
"Moreover, it will be a long time before the sanitation workers come to clean up the trash, even after the practice has ended."
Puzzled, Tirispius put down the chalk, walked to the door, and gently opened it.
"?"
The red-haired beauty blinked in confusion.
There was no one outside the door.
But she definitely heard a knock on the door; there was no mistake.
"Strange... Could it be my imagination?"
Tirispius looked around with suspicion, then closed the door and went back into the room.
"Ok?"
Just as she was about to return to the blackboard to continue designing the little rocket, her gaze inadvertently swept across the table in front of the blackboard, and she instantly froze.