The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Supreme God. Thank you for giving light to the earth, thank you for giving food to people. In that infinite space, you are the only Lord, the representative of the supreme good. In front of you, we are all as tiny as dust ..." Ulysses lowered his head, clasping his hands together. Religiously prayed to the huge cross in front of him.

"Please forgive me for the sins I have committed, please forgive me for the vacillation, please accept such a sinful me, please love me like everyone else..." The magical power that floods Sophia Cathedral day and night . Let this hall be filled with sacred and inviolable atmosphere. If someone with a weak willpower stands here, they will even think that they have come to the legendary paradise.

"Please accept me, please forgive me, please forgive me. God of mercy and forgiveness..." Ulysses continued to pray. For him, this is the most important time. Only at this time, he didn't have to think about anything, he didn't need to care about the blood of the Demon King flowing in his body, and he didn't need to care about the identity of the Demon King's heir.

No matter what the owner’s status or power, when he stands before this huge cross and prays, he will always be a devout believer. This pious heart that does not contain any impurities can make his mind get the deepest level of purification, and it is also the greatest motivation for him to become a priest.

Recently, some forgotten things in memory slowly awakened in Ulysses' heart. He remembered, one reason he decided to become a priest.

No one will choose their own future path at birth. The reason for each person to decide his own future path. It is the result of countless choices. Because Shala has been strong since she was a child, she is stronger than children or even adults of the same age. So unknowingly it became the center of everyone, a hero-like existence. So her ideal is to become a strong brave. That is not a wild fantasy. With her talent and ability, if through unremitting efforts, it is indeed possible to become a hero, or even a true brave.

As for him, he didn't have any power worth boasting about, and he didn't have superior wisdom. He was so ordinary that he was hardly noticed by everyone. Even he himself didn't think he was special. Until that day, he touched the cross.

It was not a special treasure, it was just an ornament in the mother's room. A mother who has been resting because of illness refers to a believer of the Supreme Sect. It is only natural that there are several crosses that have blessed the magic. And on that day, the day of his birthday, he got one of them.

It's really incredible. It's the first time I have come across the cross in my memory. There is only one weak light divine art that can't even last for a month, and its function is to make the cross itself a little warmer. That is a small magic technique that all priests and even trainee priests can use. There is no offensive power or defensive power, just simply warming the cold metal.

However, at the moment he touched the cross, a very familiar feeling enveloped his whole body, and something seemed to slowly wake up. The warmth on the cross made him feel very comfortable. It seems that such a thing has been with him for a long, long time.

Of course it was an illusion. He had never worn a cross before, but the familiar warmth made him unconsciously start to like the power of warm light.

Of course, this was only one of the reasons that determined the path of his priest. If he hadn't happened to have a little talent for light magic, it would be impossible for him to finally embark on the path of a priest. However, the so-called necessity is intertwined by countless occasions. If he really didn't have any yearning for divine art, he would probably still live an ordinary life in Mila Village, leading an ordinary and quiet life.

By the way, where did that cross last go? ? After remembering that memory, Ulysses began to wonder, since it was such an important thing, and it was a birthday present from his mother, why did it disappear. Finally, holding his memory, it seemed that it was at the funeral of his father and mother. At that time, he held it tightly, and at the same time...

"Oh!" Recalling this, Ulysses' head suddenly hurt, as if there were a thousand needles stuck in his head.

"Is it okay?" A priest who was presiding over the prayer came over and asked very concerned.

"No, it's nothing." Ulysses shook his head. He could endure even the pain of the abyss of conviction and liberation, and of course he would not be intimidated by this degree of pain. However, there seemed to be some obstacle preventing him from recalling the events of that time. No matter how hard he recalled, he couldn't remember when the cross disappeared.

"It's okay, seeing you seem to be in pain. Do you need me to heal you?" The priest gently placed his hand on Ulysses's shoulder, preparing to start chanting the healing magic spell.

"No, no need. My problem is not physical." Ulysses shook his head, rejecting the priest's goodwill treatment.

"Really, that is mental damage. If you can, can you tell me?" The priest understood Ulysses' troubles and said with a smile.

"I have a very important cross. It used to represent my belief in God. But I don't know when I lost it, so I feel painful. Can you tell me what to do?" Ulysses sighed. With a sigh of relief, he said his troubles.

"It turns out that it is so, there is no need to be so painful. Because the real cross is not in people's hands, but in people's hearts." The priest gently drew a cross on his chest.

"In my mind?" Ulysses raised his head and asked somewhat unclearly.

"Well, the cross made of material will be damaged one day. But what the cross represents can stay forever. If you don’t believe in God, then no matter how precious the cross is, it has no real meaning to you. If you believe in stretching, then you don’t have to care too much about the cross itself."

"Wearing a cross does not mean that you believe in God. Because the most beautiful and never-disappearing cross is in our hearts. As long as you do not lose your faith in God, then that cross will always be in your heart. "The priest held Ulysses's hand, lightly drew a cross on his chest, and said with a smile.

"It turns out that it is." Ulysses' heart slowly calmed down. The anxiety of losing the important cross gradually disappeared. That’s right, even if the cross is no longer there, as long as he doesn’t give up his belief in God, he doesn’t need to care too much.

However, the headache just now does not seem to be that simple. At that moment, he felt not only the anxiety of losing the cross, but also other things. It was a door mixed with sorrow, warmth, and pain, a door locked by something.

After all, what did he forget? Is what he lost really that important? Does the thing that disappeared in his memory really mean so much to him?

No, his head seems to be getting more and more painful. When he just left Mira Village, this headache symptom had tormented him for a long time. It wasn't until he devoted himself to the study of the priest's teachings and began to gradually forget everything in Mila Village that this symptom began to alleviate. Unexpectedly, now, it seems that the attack has begun again.

"Thank you for your guidance, I seem to be able to understand. In my heart, that is something that will never disappear." After forcibly suppressing his headache, Ulysses pretended to be calm and answered the kind person in front of him. Priest.

"Anad is right, you are indeed a very good child. However, you seem to be a little depressed. Listen to me, go to the lounge at the back of the church to rest for a while." The priest shook his head and pointed to the church. Behind.

"Do you know the great priest Anad?" Ulysses looked at the priest in front of him with some surprise. This is a middle-aged priest who is younger than the great priest Anad, probably in his forties. . But among all the priests, his expression is the calmest, and there is a floating breath around his body. Among the people Ulysses had seen, only the goblin Fez in Wintertown had a similar aura. It was an uncontested, calm and elegant breath.

"He used to be my teacher and a priest worthy of everyone's respect." The middle-aged priest showed a nostalgic expression.

...

"How about it, this child." After Ulysses left the Sophia Cathedral, the Grand Priest Anad asked his most proud disciple. On the one hand, he even surpassed his cardinal in the divine arts cultivator, and the next one. One of the powerful candidates for the Pope-Peter the Great Priest.

"Is a very, very good child, just like you, the teacher. He is the kind of person who is most suitable to be a priest. Moreover, if the teacher is correct, he is already a fifth-level light wizard, he just needs to work a little harder. Soon he can become a true priest. With his qualifications, there is no problem even if he becomes a cardinal before the age of forty." Peter the great priest replied very seriously.

"Oh, this was a good thing. But now our family..."