In the Name of the Queen

Roland walked into the prayer room with a lot of anxiety.

The prayer room is a private room that belongs to Christine. Apart from her, only Roland holds the key.

As long as you hear the keyhole turning, you will know that Roland is coming.

Normally, the Pope would probably stand up to greet him. Even if he didn't want to get up, he would turn back and smile.

But Christine was different today. She knelt on the ground blankly, her eyes empty and lifeless.

Roland walked into the prayer room and felt relieved when he saw this scene.

He didn’t know what hit Christine, but it was definitely not a trivial matter.

He didn't grab Christine's shoulders and shake her desperately, nor did he frantically ask what was wrong.

Now Christine needs relief.

He couldn't think of a better way, so he simply held her hand.

It was as cold as snow and there was no warmth at all. It seemed like it was really heartbreaking.

Thinking of Christine flipping through the classics on the issue of virginity, Roland felt something was wrong.

He understood Christine. There was no man in her heart, only the Holy Light.

Apart from her different attitude towards him, she has never been hypocritical towards other men.

She is very saintly and very sexy, but Christine is a real saint, not a coquettish bitch who relies on her skin to drive up prices.

Over the years, she has remained the same.

Feeling Roland's concerned gaze, Christine finally came to life, but her spirit was still a little weak.

"The light has abandoned me."

Her voice was hoarse with frustration, as if the sky was falling.

Well, you can remove the seeming. For a devout fanatic like her, being abandoned by her faith is worse than the sky falling.

"What's going on?" Roland guessed it, but still asked softly.

"Just yesterday I heard an oracle while I was praying, and yet."

Her voice was choked up.

The voice of the great goddess sounded deep in her consciousness, but she was asking her why she sat back and watched Roland destroy the Legion of God's Punishment, and why she accepted Roland, who had impure beliefs, as the Knight of Light.

Loyalty is not absolute, which means absolute disloyalty.

The goddess was so disappointed in her that she was eventually deprived of all her divine powers.

Roland felt a little strange, "All the divine power? Where is your own power of light?"

"Also deprived."

Christine smiled a little sadly, and she said faintly: "It's very simple for God to deprive believers of their power. I can no longer use the power of light. It won't be long before they find out, and I will be burned on the rack. Like the first saint."

"Let's see who dares!"

Roland angrily interrupted Christine's self-abasement.

"Even if you can't use the power of light, at least you won't be the Pope. Come on, follow me. I want to see who dares to hurt you on my territory."

Christine hesitated for a moment, then stopped.

"I'm already a useless person, you don't have to do this to me."

Her voice became lower and lower, and finally she almost whispered, "Besides, in what capacity should I go to your place?"

"marry me."

Roland said calmly.

"Actually, I've liked you for a long time. You insisted on becoming a saint before, so I have no reason to destroy your faith. Since you can no longer become a saint, you have to get married. I can't bear to have you marry someone else."

Perhaps after experiencing the baptism of the land of death, Roland's mentality has changed a lot.

If it were in the past, he would probably coax Christine to go home first, comfort her slowly, and then find an opportunity to express his feelings.

But it was too late.

He did not lie. Although Christine had experienced disfigurement, she gradually recovered with the blessing of pure faith. The scars on her face also turned into scars, and she had a different kind of beauty.

Over the past many years, he and she have been best friends and best partners.

The relationship between them has long gone beyond ordinary friendship.

Roland would never accept her marrying someone else.

Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.

If Christine needed a reason to cheer up, he could give it.

He believed that Sif and the others would accept it.

Although Sif didn't like Christine at first, and even now feels that she tends to go to extremes, she will not object to Christine becoming Roland's wife.

It is certainly painful for extremists to be enemies, but it is another thing to be one of our own.

Christine stared at Roland blankly, and after a long time she slowly broke away from Roland's big hand.

"What is this? Charity or mercy? I don't need this kind of marriage."

"No, this is my true expression."

Roland said frankly: "You know me, I am a lustful guy, I have been coveting you for a long time, but I never had the chance."

"Is it just because of her pretty face?" Christine was slightly disappointed, but her cheeks were a little more rosy.

"Of course there are more. Beautiful bodies are everywhere, and interesting souls are rare."

Roland's fingertips crossed her cheek and said softly: "This is not a scar or a stigmata, it is a sigh left in my heart. We have experienced so much together, why can't we share the rest of our lives? Give me a chance, let me Take care of you, okay?”

Share the rest of your life?

What a beautiful word.

But Kristine still felt a little regretful, "I, I have never enjoyed the sweetness of love, am I about to fall into the grave of love?"

"The book says that marriage is the grave of love. I really don't accept it."

Christine was right, and Roland also knew that this was a bit hasty. After all, he had never pursued her, and he was unprepared for this proposal. He was entirely trying to save Christine's confidence in survival.

There is love between men and women, but not much, at least it is still far from marriage.

Christine can certainly feel this kindness, but it is still a bit uncomfortable for her to marry like this.

"Sorry, maybe you will think I am hypocritical. You are obviously trying to pull me out of the abyss, but I am entangled in your pulling posture is not perfect enough."

"No, I never thought so, your request is very reasonable."

Roland said softly: "Then let go of the obsession with marriage first. Let me put it another way. Are you willing to accept my pursuit and become my girlfriend?"

Girlfriend?

Christine was stunned.

"It is a relationship between men and women for the purpose of marriage."

"I know."

Christine blushed slightly and asked softly: "Do you know the meaning of girlfriend in the Holy Book of Light?"

"Girlfriends can enjoy the treatment of wives, but they don't have to be bound. At that time, the saint lived with lovers in the name of girlfriends, and even gave birth to offspring."

Are you reading this kind of book during this period of love?

Roland didn't know what to say for a while.

Fortunately, with the reminder of Cardinal Martin, he was not kept in the dark.

Girlfriend or wife, it's just a title. Apart from the wedding, there is no essential difference. If you are sure that you will not break up, it will even be less greasy and more refreshing.

He already has a wife, a lover, and a sister, and it seems good to have another girlfriend.

"You are my only girlfriend."

Roland stretched out his hand and put it on Christine's shoulder, staring at her beautiful face.

The faint stigmata is the price she paid for blocking Sophia. The wound on her face hurts Roland's heart.

The hideous scars of the past have now faded into a pattern, but the past is vivid, as if it was yesterday.

Roland thought of Sophia, another woman related to this stigmata, and his heart was inexplicably blocked.

He did not give Christine room to think, and kissed her roughly.

Christine, who was caught off guard, had no reaction at all. Roland tightly wrapped her soft red lips and greedily took them.

Is this a kiss?

The book says that kisses are suffocating and make the soul spin. It's true.

As expected, her soul seemed to leave her body and spin freely in the prayer room.

Her mood floated to the clouds, and the wonderful numbness made her immersed in it. She wanted to indulge in it and give up everything until she saw the huge statue of the goddess leaning against the wall.

This statue of the goddess is full of divinity and is the eyes of the goddess touching the world.

Only the Pope can pray under this statue of the goddess.

As long as you are lucky enough, the prayers here can be heard by the goddess.

The closer you are to the statue of the goddess, the higher the possibility of being heard.

So.

Christine suddenly woke up, she grabbed Roland's shoulders and gently pushed him away.

"The goddess can see here."

Is this the power of inertia? Even if you are abandoned by the goddess, it is still difficult to change.

Roland was a little disappointed, but he still obeyed Christine gently and buttoned up the first button of Christine's shirt that had been quietly unbuttoned.

"Then let's go."

"No!"

Christine firmly opposed.

She shook her head vigorously, her voice as cold as a polar glacier.

"As long as I like it, are you willing to do anything too much?"

Looking at Christine who was gradually becoming sickly, Roland's lips slightly raised.

Fortunately, she actually knew how to act like a spoiled child and play tricks, and she really entered the role of a girlfriend.

He nodded firmly.

"As you wish."

Christine looked back at the statue of the goddess.

Although it was a statue, it perfectly restored the beautiful and majestic charm of the goddess. It was a masterpiece full of artistic taste, and it was worthy of being the pinnacle of the most famous artist in the Fourth Age.

She whispered, "Did you see it?"

"I saw it. Although it is a perfect work of art, it is just a statue. Don't take it too seriously."

"It is indeed a statue, but it can also be seen as part of the goddess."

Christine's eyes gradually became sharper, as sharp as a knife.

"I did everything a believer could do. I didn't let the goddess down, right?"

"Of course."

"You said that if the master abandons his subordinates, the subordinates can regard the master as an enemy, right?"

Christine's words cheered Roland up, and he even had some expectations.

It is well known that the hatred of the collapse of faith is incomparable, and female believers are more likely to go to extremes.

Christine is different from ordinary female believers. When she goes to extremes, Roland will feel a chill on his back.

Christine was heartbroken by Tia, and she will definitely take revenge, but he doesn't know how she will do it.

Roland was a little curious, and his brainstorming quickly started.

Could it be to demolish the statue of the goddess?

This statue is made of the divine stone from heaven, and it is blessed by the goddess with divine power, which can be said to be unshakable.

Once, an enemy used a powerful artifact to attack with all his strength, but the damage was almost zero.

At least Roland and Christine could not tear down the statue for the time being.

Since it could not be torn down, could it be that they were graffitiing on the statue to destroy the sanctity of the goddess statue?

Or could they directly steal the goddess statue and take it back to slowly make it?

Just as Roland was thinking about it, Christine put her hand on Roland's shoulder.

"I don't have the strength now, you take me up, remember to bring bedding."

The shape of the goddess statue is that the goddess raises her hands above her head, and her hands meet above her head to form a small platform.

This is spacious, and several people can lie down at the same time.

Although it was a bit strange, Roland still followed her request, picked up the soft blanket on the big bed next to her, wrapped Christine, who was trembling slightly, and gently jumped to the statue that was more than 20 meters high.

He was very considerate and made the bed so that Christine could lie comfortably.

How could this angle cause damage to the statue?

Should he learn from the little boy in Brussels and urinate hard?

Although it was a bit outrageous, he was willing to do anything as long as it could make Christine feel good.

Christine reached out and pressed the soft blanket, always lowering her head, for fear that her face would be red if she raised her head slightly.

"Is it okay here?"

"What is okay?" Roland was a little surprised.

"Do what boyfriends and girlfriends love most." Christine's gentle and murderous voice sounded.

Roland: "."

He still underestimated the woman's revenge, and even more underestimated the extent of Christine's injury.

He had to admit that Christine's revenge was much more cruel than what he had imagined.

The former saint, the most holy believer, merged with the enemy of light on the top of the goddess statue.

Blood, sweat, and tears mixed together and dripped on the top of the goddess statue.

Roland got hard just thinking about this scene.

This is the ultimate insult.

You are worthy of it, Christine.

Roland kissed her without any hesitation.

Tonight belongs to Christine, to him, but not to Tia.

Christine closed her eyes and unbuttoned her shirt.

Roland's eyes fell on her heart.

Her open mind is like the Rodinia Plain, which is unobstructed and has nothing.

In fact, although Christine was poor before, she had some curves.

Unfortunately, her originally modest pride was flattened by Sophia's sword, and she became a real plain. This is also the reason why she stopped at the top three in the charm list and could never reach the top two.

Roland's fingertips wandered on the smooth and delicate skin, and a tear fell into the lake of his heart.

Christine had suffered too many injuries, but she always cleverly wrapped herself up to prevent Roland from finding out.

Enough, that's it.

No one should want to hurt Christine, not even the goddess.

Not only that, he would fully support whoever Christine wanted to hurt, and the goddess was the same.

His fingertips did not stop, he knew very well that even a moment of stopping would hurt Christine's already fragile and sensitive heart.

He ripped off all of Christine's clothes a little roughly.

The imperfect work of art appeared in front of him with a scarred and strange charm.

She had at least four fatal wounds on her body, all traces of fighting for Roland.

Roland gently penetrated Christine's defenses, leaving her with another scar.

The name of this scar is a real woman.

The blood slowly flowed down, dripping accurately on the forehead of the goddess statue, sliding down the cheek, falling on the corner of the lips, and gradually drying up.

Christine cried out softly, and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes due to the pain.

Why do other women like this kind of pain?

She lost her power and was now just an ordinary girl, but it was indeed a bit strenuous to bear Roland's majestic power.

She was like a small boat in a storm, desperately grasping Roland's shoulders, making a whimpering sound.

Just when she was about to scream out of pain, she saw the goddess statue open her eyes out of the corner of her eye.

This was the first time she saw the Tia statue so angry and out of control.

Christine's soul was trembling.

She suddenly stopped feeling pain, and was replaced by a deep joy in her bones.

Is this the happiness that those women like the most?

Really, very happy. (End of this chapter)