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Thick, green pea vines, like a torrential rain, covered the surrounding area, intertwining and rapidly forming a forest, layer upon layer, reaching so high that the top was nowhere in sight.
Bernadette sat on a high-backed chair made of intertwined pea vines, her aura even more profound than before.
At a glance, she exuded an exceptionally sacred and wise feeling.
Leyton approached a few steps, then bowed slightly and said, "You've advanced."
Bernadette nodded gently and said, "Do you remember what you said before?"
"Above the Sequence." Leyton nodded gently in response, then chuckled and said, "I thought you weren't very concerned about this; you didn't show any curiosity at all."
"Restraining one's excessive curiosity is the most important rule for a Mystery Pryer!"
Bernadette said with a sigh.
Leyton nodded gently. He strongly agreed with Bernadette's statement; Mystery Pryers were far more likely to die from prying into unknown things than from combat.
After a brief contemplation, he pondered and asked, "Can it be a few days later? Sasrir is still asleep, and some things still need to be confirmed with It."
Bernadette gazed at Leyton for a moment. Before Leyton could explain, she nodded slightly.
The surrounding pea vines, like a lush green forest, rapidly retracted and disappeared. In a moment, both the pea vines and Bernadette's figure vanished without a trace.
In an unmanned corner of the Dock District.
Leyton's figure rapidly appeared. He glanced around, and his gaze quickly landed on Destiny, whose spirituality had not yet fully dissipated.
Destiny looked at Leyton as if sensing something. When Leyton walked a few steps closer, he said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "This disaster was much more severe than I anticipated, but it also ended much faster than I expected. There were also other people or forces secretly preventing this disaster."
"All I could do was make the three major Churches react faster and ensure this disaster erupted not at its most terrifying moment."
Is this fate? Through some people, some coincidences, things are pushed in a direction full of coincidences, yet reasonable.
Leyton pondered in his heart for a moment, then finally sighed aloud, "Fate is always unfathomable."
"Indeed, especially for monsters like us who walk on the Fate pathway, the more we understand fate, the more we revere it, and the more we lose ourselves."
Destiny also sighed, seemingly affected.
His words, however, made Leyton think of Ouroboros, who followed the True Creator. It seemed to lack self very much, always appearing dazed.
"By the way, take this. I picked it up when I was in the East Borough earlier. Those official Beyonders didn't seem to have time to clean up the mess there yet."
"This is useless to me. Beyonders of the Fate pathway cannot carry these mystical items. This is a requirement of fate."
As he spoke, Destiny handed over a palm-sized mirror, intricately carved with complex and ancient patterns, possessing an unusual charm.
With just a quick glance, Leyton found it difficult to tear his gaze away from it.
"Miss Panatiya, the Witch?" Leyton asked in confusion.
"If no other Witch died there today, then it should be from the one you mentioned."
Destiny nodded gently in response.
Leyton did not stand on ceremony, reaching out to take it. A layer of starlight flickered, then rapidly contracted, solidifying into a translucent amber that sealed the mirror away.
In an empty, dirty alley in the East Borough, Leyton's figure rapidly materialized.
He quickly walked out of the alley and onto the street outside, where corpses and weak, coughing people were everywhere. They were mainly elderly, frail young people, and children.
A subtle emotion flashed in Leyton's eyes as he saw the condition of the surrounding crowd more clearly.
The spirituality of each person was very weak, and their lungs and breathing were severely infected. Even if they survived this disaster, they would suffer severe sequelae in their future lives. Some people, if their bodies were slightly weaker or if they did not receive good treatment, would not survive this disaster at all.
This is the meaning of civilization's progress. Walking on the street, a sudden realization arose in Leyton's heart.
As he strolled casually, he arrived at a workers' association, a secret stronghold of the Aurora Order.
Not far away was a red building with a large red cross hanging on its wall. This was a workers' mutual aid organization established under the advancement of the Aurora Order, and its name, "Red Cross Mutual Aid Society," was given by Leyton.
Here, many weak workers infected with diseases gathered, along with their families.
The Aurora Order had prepared for this disaster early, but given the huge population base, their previous preparations seemed insufficient.
While Leyton was observing his surroundings, a very young man with excellent features noticed him and approached him through the crowd.
In Leyton's eyes, the man's face seemed to be shrouded in a faint, illusory dark curtain—a Black Knight, the new leader of the Aurora Order in Backlund?
As Leyton observed the other party, he had already approached and spoke in a calm voice, "Envoy of God, I am Kisma, taking over from Mr. A to spread the faith of the New Church in Backlund!"
"Are you the only one?" Leyton frowned slightly.
Having seized the Conqueror's Beyonder characteristic, the royal family and the Demoness Sect would undoubtedly cause continuous trouble for the Aurora Order for a period afterward, especially the Demoness Sect. The royal family might only act in the dark, but the Demoness Sect might not.
A hint of Concealment madness appeared in Kisma's handsome smile as he said, "Angel of Fate will be staying in Backlund recently."
"And the Lord has already sent down a new oracle; we will cease proselytizing in Backlund and only retain existing beliefs."
Leyton nodded gently, no longer continuing the topic, and instead asked Kisma to take him to the place where plague victims were being treated centrally.
Having stepped into the demigod stage, Leyton easily simulated the unique holy light of the Unicorn figurine, which combined vitality and Purification power.
Beams of pure, clear, and warm light illuminated every corner of the surroundings, simultaneously purifying the viruses in the air and on the infected while gently replenishing their weakened bodies with vitality.
Under Kisma's guidance, Leyton treated all the infected at each centralized treatment point.
He controlled the extent of the treatment; although it wouldn't directly cure the infected, it could alleviate their pain, and after subsequent treatment of their illnesses, they wouldn't suffer too severe sequelae.
To heal everyone was beyond Leyton's ability; that would already fall into the realm of a miracle.
The next morning, in the Harvest Church in the South of the Bridge.
When Leyton arrived, he happened to see a transparent, illusory unicorn figure moving away from there.
It spread its wings made of transparent crystal, passed through the wall, and flew into the air, leaving a faint glow behind, silently healing the people below.
Leyton withdrew his gaze and turned to Fors, who had just completed a ritual. Her face was a bit pale, and it seemed she had performed several rituals during this time, consuming too much spirituality.
Leyton approached her and said in a calm voice, "You can slow down a bit. You are only Sequence 8; you don't have that much spirituality to consume."
Fors looked at Leyton, who had appeared at some unknown time, with tired eyes. After nodding gently, she forced a faint smile and said, "I used to be a doctor. Even though that was a long time ago, when I see patients, I always want to help if I can."
Leyton nodded gently in understanding and said, "I still suggest you get some good rest first. Besides, this is the Church of the Earth Mother. Both the Father and volunteers here have good pharmacological knowledge, and they can handle these patients."
"What nonsense are you talking about! Can't you see I'm already swamped? If you have nothing to do, help me deliver these medicines to the hall."
The volunteer Leyton spoke of addressed him with a stern expression.
Emlyn turned his head after speaking, scooping the inky black liquid from the large iron pot with an iron spoon, and pouring it into the glass bottles and cups nearby.
He glanced at the empty iron pot, then counted the prepared medicines.
"I'll help, Mr. White."
Fors approached very familiarly.
Emlyn did not refuse. Leyton followed them and delivered the medicines Emlyn had prepared to the hall.
In the hall, which was originally used for prayer, most of the seats had been removed. The floor was covered with tattered bedding, where plague victims lay, either sleeping or groaning.
After about ten minutes, after distributing all the medicines to the infected and having them drink them, they returned to the side of the altar.
Emlyn complained to Father Utravsky, "You should find two more volunteers!"
Father Utravsky did not respond to the topic, but looked at the patients and smiled gently, "In another day or two, they should be fully recovered, thanks to the strange unicorn Miss Fors summoned."
"No, it's nothing. I'm just completing a commission."
Fors waved her hands repeatedly, somewhat embarrassed to accept the praise.
Emlyn also glanced at Fors. He was very interested in the ritual magic that summoned the unicorn, but he didn't speak at this moment, as it wouldn't fit the image of a noble Sanguine.
He looked at the tall Father and casually said, "Father, I didn't expect you to accept followers of other faiths. Only two or three of them are believers of the Earth Mother."
"They are also lives, innocent lives."
Father Utravsky said with an unconcerned smile.
Emlyn was stunned for a few seconds, exhaled, and then said, "Father, I've found a way to resolve the psychological cue. Perhaps I'll be leaving here very soon."
Leyton raised an eyebrow, looking at the somewhat tsundere Sanguine. At this point, he should have already prayed to The Fool and lifted the psychological cue, yet he wasn't immediately happy and sarcastic; instead, he continued to work here.
Seemingly uncomfortable with Leyton's direct gaze, Emlyn glared back and said, "What are you looking at me for? Have you forgotten what you're here for? Or have you also decided to believe in the Earth Mother?"
"Also?" Leyton raised an eyebrow and continued, "I'm here to bid Father farewell. I'll be leaving Backlund in a few days."
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