My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

The central church of Murkdo is the second largest church in the country of Aurora.

The overall building is tall, Gothic style, majestic and magnificent.

After arriving at the bottom of the church, the boy let out a breath, wiped off his sweat, and smiled at the two people who sent him over, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the man named Dale waved his hand, "Two silver coins are enough."

Troy: "...well... I don't have any silver coins."

"Copper coins are fine, twenty."

"No copper coins..."

Dale and Wesson looked at each other and asked in unison, "Then what do you have?"

Te Versailles Roy: "Only gold coins."

"..."

After the two left, the young man looked up at the tall building, took a deep breath, and walked in.

He came here just to pray and see someone again.

The church is very large, and people come and go every day, and many people pray here.

The man in the priest's gown looked very young, with slightly curly brown hair draped lazily on his shoulders, gentle eyebrows, handsome features, and a faint smile on his lips.

He was talking and chatting gently with those who came to pray, his eyes were calm, like a pool of warm spring water, with a soft luster.

Troy had met the priest.

In the third rebirth, after killing Fanny by mistake.

That incident made the boy finally taste the bitter fruit called regret.

His jealousy and hatred for snooker has hurt many people invisibly.

Fanny even died tragically and was pierced through her heart by herself.

During those days, the girl's appearance before she died, her parents' eyes, and Snooker's hatred as if he was a Shura from hell.

They are all nightmares that Troy cannot escape at midnight.

Until later—he met the priest.

The boy finally had a good night's sleep in the gentle words of the other party.

This great priest in the Central Church - Avicie Kono.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the boy who was confessing and praying in the church out of the nightmare.

Although it was just a one-sided relationship, it was only the most common comfort that the priest gave to the prayers.

But Troy was still grateful to him.

"You seem sad."

"……Yes, sir."

"What are you confessing?"

"I have killed three lives, one by my own hands, and the other two by me."

Troy is arrogant and arrogant, and looks down on civilians, but he never thought that one day he would kill innocent people with his own hands.

"My lord priest..." the boy trembled, "I regret it very much, I don't know what should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Little." The man's low and gentle voice sounded in Troy's ear: "Did the person you killed with your own hands hate you before death?"

"...No, she, she is really kind." That's why I regret it even more.

"The one who died because of you?"

"They're cursing me," Troy said. "They're sending me to hell."

"Hatred is the pinnacle of all negative emotions. Are you sincerely repenting now, or are you afraid because of those curses?"

Troy suddenly couldn't tell, maybe it was repentance, maybe it was fear, or maybe it was both.

But calm down and listen carefully to the voice echoing in the atrium.

But the boy found that he was not afraid of going to hell.

He was just sad, immersed in the regret of sin and blood, tightly entangled by those thorns, stuck in the quagmire, unable to break free.

A finger tapped his heart lightly.

The young man paused, lowered his eyes to look there, and heard a man's gentle voice flowing like a spring, with an inexplicably reassuring tone: "Sir, maybe there are sins in this world that will never be forgiven, but Please believe that the gods we believe in once said that a child with a repentant heart already has the hope of being forgiven, and the dead child does not hate you, which means that she actually does not want you to be silent in eternal regret. "

——"Just, even if she chooses to forgive, please don't forget this feeling of regret."

"It will always remind you, on the road you choose in the future, in the end, how to go."

The priest is what he looks like in memory.

Troy stood at the door, watching him quietly.

This was the first time the boy saw a man in his life.

The priest sent a prayer away, then turned his head and saw Troy standing at the door, smiled, maybe he could tell at a glance that he had no intention of praying, so he asked him gently: "Where did the little gentleman come from? "

Troy said, "Stanol, I'm traveling."

"Where are you going next?"

"..."

Troy found it seemed like everyone he met asked him that question.

—Where are you going next.

But in fact, he still walked aimlessly and quietly.

"Look around." The boy said.

The priest seemed to see his confusion, smiled, pointed to the chair next to the church, and asked, "Are you interested in sitting down and chatting?"

Troy's eyes brightened slightly, and he said, "Okay."

There are not many people in the church at the moment.

After sitting down, there was a bit of silence in the air.

"You don't seem to be in good spirits, Mr. Xiao." The priest smiled and said, "Is there something on your mind?"

Troy had nothing to say, he just wanted to see Aiweiji.

But after hearing the priest's question, he realized that he seemed to be really, and had always had something on his mind.