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"Almighty God, please help me resist the devil from within!"

Before Florent spoke to Roland, he lowered his eyebrows, held the cross on his chest, and prayed silently in his heart.

He hardly dared to open his eyes, as if he was afraid to see the "stunning woman" in front of him clearly.

Yes, as soon as he saw the Countess, he decided that she was a beauty.There is no woman in the world who is more alluring than her, with her beautiful blond hair, those blue eyes, flaming red lips, and her curvaceous body...

Florent thought he was a monk who had already dedicated everything to God, so he never expected that when he saw the Countess, his own sister, he would have so many evil thoughts.Thoughts are breaking the precepts.

Floren tortured his heart: Can he still be considered a priest after breaking such a great precept?

But... Strange to say, he couldn't remember that he had a younger sister no matter what.

He only remembers being an abbot in a monastery near Lille.He lived peacefully without any disturbances. He once thought that his whole life would be like this, that he would spend his life quietly under the care of the Lord, and enter heaven after death...

But then what happened?

How did he leave Lille and how did he get here?

How did he have an extra sister who was a countess?

He couldn't remember it no matter what, it seemed that a large piece of memory in his mind had been hollowed out, no matter how hard he tried to recall, he could only find this empty black hole.

Everyone in the town knew him, and knew that he was a devout local priest.

They all said he fell and hit his head on the way back to town and woke up and forgot about it.

But, did he really forget everything?

Once seeing that woman walking towards him, Florent's heart immediately filled with sweetness, followed by sorrow.

He could feel it, he seemed to have suffered for her.

After the pain, there is emptiness, and at the end of the emptiness, there is a little bit of sweetness.

——So, again and again, and again and again.

In this deepest despair, he couldn't see the ray of holy light that belonged to God at all, but in his eyes, he could only see her approaching him, the increasingly clear shadow.

"If this continues, I will go to hell."

Floren murmured, turning her eyes away from Roland's face.

"Dear brother, I heard that you were injured when you came back. How is your injury now?"

The soft voice sounded, the voice was full of friendship and care.To Florent, it seemed to be the melodious singing of a lark, resounding in the foggy forest in the early morning; it was also like the gurgling sound of a mountain stream, nourishing his already dry heart in an instant.

This surprised Floren.

He turned his eyes to her face again, and he had to admit: the person in front of him had nothing to do with the devil, her face was full of sincerity and kindness, and this sincerity and kindness made her face seem to be enveloped layer of holy light——

She never seems to have anything to do with her, so this beautiful face is extraordinarily tough and strong.

"I... I, I'm okay..."

Floren was flustered at first, but under the comfort of her eyes, his heart seemed to gradually settle down.

"Mileddy, Floren, I'll take Hook and set off first." Peter Pan, the "distant relative" beside him, didn't seem to want to disturb them, so he took his companions to say goodbye to them, and left first, leaving Roland alone. Standing in front of Floren, looking at him with concern.

Floren murmured in response:

"In the past two days, my headache has almost healed. I was able to preach in the church yesterday, and it should be fine to hold mass in two days." ——Preaching and Sunday mass are the basic duties of the priest of the church.

"Everyone in the town takes good care of me. But you..."

It was only then that Floren remembered that he had been responding to Roland's concern, but had never asked about Roland's situation.

I heard that the Earl left the manor without leaving a word, leaving the Countess alone to face the complicated affairs of the entire Earldom.

In the past two days, there have been rumors in the town that the Earl left his territory because he found a new love elsewhere.The countess has been reduced to an outcast.

how?He hesitated, but before he could express his worry, the woman across from him had already covered her mouth with a "puchi".

"Dear brother, what is there to worry about? The earl is not here, and I can still live a good life by myself."

Yes... The confident look in her eyes once again brought him a sense of mysterious familiarity, as if he really knew her and knew that she had the energy to overcome all difficulties.

She is as powerful as ever, as if the world is in her palm.

But the problem is, there seems to be something different in this familiarity.

He couldn't tell the difference—but obviously he didn't remember this sister at all.

Floren felt her head ache again.

"I also made an appointment with the mayor to take a walk around the town."

"Brother, if you have something else to do, go and do it first. There's no need to accompany me."

Roland comforted softly, and then left.

"well……"

Florent watched Roland leave, looking at her heroic figure, he felt a sense of emptiness and crumbling.

—His soul is too weak.

Thinking of this, Floren turned and went back to the church in the consular district. His legs softened, and he immediately knelt in front of the icon, praying devoutly to the icon on the altar.

I don't know how long it took, a monk came to inform Floren that someone came to confess and needed a priest to receive him.

Floren got up quickly—it was his duty, his duty to listen, and to represent God, to save souls as weak as he was.

He hurried to the confessional and sat in the position of listening to people's confessions.

Footsteps sounded, and the person who came to confess entered the confession room and sat opposite Floren.

A black curtain was hung between the two seats, and Floren could not see each other, nor could the other party see him.

"You can start."

Floren said he tried to make himself as invisible as possible during the process.

When people repent, God is the listener. He is just a tool to transmit voices between people and God.He tried not to let any of his emotions interfere with the confession of the confessor.

"Confession, the countess is a devil!"

It was an elderly woman's voice.

"what?"

Florent couldn't hold it back anymore, and said quickly, "Continue, please continue."

"Yes, our countess, she has been possessed by the devil—"

The old woman didn't seem to come to confess, but more like to "inform" God.

"About four days ago in the early morning, she came to my house and asked me to help mend the clothes on her body. When I saw it, alas——her coat was torn so long, it was still cut by a dagger .At that time she was wearing only a petticoat, sitting on my only chair..."

Floren was distracted at this moment, he thought, the early morning four days ago, wasn't that the moment when he came back here, smashed his head, and lost his memory?

As soon as he was distracted, he missed a lot of details described by the old woman, and only heard her conclusion——

"...She is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a real person at all."

Floren thought: Yes, she is not like a real person, she should be an angel.

"I saw how pitiful she was, so I agreed to help her mend the long crack on the back of her clothes."

"God, I was wrong, I shouldn't have helped the devil cover his tracks."

"Though the devil gave me a gold brooch as a reward."

Gold pin? ——Her face and clothes appeared immediately before Floren's eyes. She stood tall and straight like a poplar in spring, and the neckline of her coat was opened very low, just enough to reveal the intricate lace and lace of her petticoat. With a gold brooch on it...

"But... what evidence do you have that she is a devil?"

The other party's voice suddenly showed a bit of complacency:

"She thought I didn't see it when she left, but I saw it for real. She picked up a cat from the morning mist, she hugged a cat in her arms..."

"She is the devil, and that cat is her assistant!"

the devil! ...

Floren closed his eyes, he thought the name was too appropriate.

She was like this, reaching out to grab his heart, flattening and rounding it mercilessly, as if he was a piece of mud for her to play with.

No, it's not her.

Florent woke up immediately.

He remembered their meeting in the town earlier, her smile was so warm, it seemed that everyone who approached her was warmed by her light.

Why did she give him a dark and painful impression, but also comfort his soul?

The old woman on the opposite side was still proudly saying: "...No one in the town noticed it, but I was the only one who noticed it. She didn't even wear a corset or corset, and her figure is different from before .”

"It must have been the devil who replaced the old countess..."

Floren: I think it's the opposite...

"Oh, merciful Lord, forgive me for not having the courage to expose this powerful lady in public...but she is indeed a devil!"

There was complacency in the old woman's voice. She didn't seem to be repenting, but rather... came to claim credit.

After thinking for a while, Floren said in a solemn tone: "Although you are very sure, God needs to see the evidence."

"Would you like to keep that gold pin she used to 'bribe' you?"

"Silk--"

There was a gasp on the other side.

After a long time, there was a frustrated voice.

"Does it really have to be like this?"

Floren explained gently: "You can leave it in the little box in front of the altar, and God will judge accordingly."

"Since you came to confess, you also know that this gold brooch is not the property you should accept, right?"

There was no sound from the opposite side for a long time, one can imagine how much trouble Floren's words caused to people.

"Yes--"

Finally, the old woman spat out the word.

"I will, I will—"

"very good."

Floren told the other party: "God has heard your confession and will take action in due time."

Finally, there was the sound of rustling clothes rubbing against each other.The old woman stood up, said a prayer, and left the confessional.

Florent himself sat in the confessional for a long time, and it was almost dusk when he left the black cloth.

He came to the altar by the last ray of light that shone from outside the church door, and stretched out his hand to open the casket that usually contained the sacristy.

Sure enough, a golden brooch was lying in it at the moment.