Bitter Fruit (Thirteen)
Brother Dorian certainly had an eye for aesthetics.
In terms of her physical appearance alone, Xilaliya, the person in question, was almost indistinguishable from the doll.
But at a glance, the impression was entirely different.
Lifeless and withered, hollow and vacant—compared to her body, her mind seemed to have suffered through long years of torment, leaving her even more washed-out.
And while the doll was almost an exact replica of her, Brother Dorian had injected it with a certain vitality simply by cutting one detail of its clothing differently.
The transformation was so striking that it seemed to reveal another side of her, something almost like a higher self.
The only problem was that he was the one holding the doll right now, and the person it was modeled after was watching him.
However he looked at it, the scene still came across as a little perverse.
Fortunately, Fu Qian had never been one to care about such things.
"Xilaliya?"
The person in question seemed so stunned that she had forgotten to get up from the floor. Fu Qian gave her a slight nod and greeted her naturally.
Without waiting for her reply, he walked over, sat in a chair, and held up the doll beside him to compare them, without the slightest embarrassment.
Sir Akons's peace and quiet did indeed seem undisturbed.
Fu Qian had chosen a seat quite close to the center of the church.
From there, he could clearly see that the statues and emblems had suffered almost no damage.
Just as he had suspected, though the believers had abandoned the god who had failed to protect them, they still retained a final shred of reverence and had not stormed into His sanctuary to vent their anger.
In fact, the place looked even