Patron Saint

After Franca was stunned, her first reaction was:

How did she know?

Although Franca had long suspected that the That One at the "Star Dream General Store" was the "Goddess of Evernight," and believed that Lady Hella was highly valued by this Deity —otherwise, the Ancient Palace in the Night Kingdom wouldn't have been used as the meeting place for the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society"—she never imagined that the "Goddess of Evernight" would even tell Hella about something as trivial as them entering Mr. The Fool's Dream.

Shouldn't we only mention that Mr. "The Fool" has begun to awaken?

Hella further stated, "Actually, I already knew the truth about Transmigration."

She had carefully prepared a story, intending to gradually tell Lady. Hella about her Transmigration, so that Franca, who had suffered a great Impact, wouldn't be completely dumbfounded:

When did this happen?

Before we knew?

How did you know?

At that moment, the Waiter brought over a glass of Absinthe and Triple Espresso Limo Coffee.

After Hella downed the glass of Absinthe in one gulp, a hint of expression appeared on her Paleness, cold face:

"Following the Sea-Praying Ritual at Santa Port."

"After seeing the helpers you invited use magic that seemed straight out of a fairy tale."

"Cinderella, Jack and the Beanstalk, Sleeping Beauty —these?" Franca murmured, recalling Lady "Hermit's " earlier reaction. "I thought they were fairy tales told by Emperor Roselle..."

Hella looked at Franca with her dark Eyes and said, "I applied for information on this and learned what the core ability of Mysticism Scholar ' Mystery Pryer ' Pathway Sequence 4 is."

"It's called ' Mystical Reappearance.' It draws power from the Mysticism knowledge one possesses to create magic or witchcraft. The fewer people who know the corresponding Mysticism knowledge, and the less widely it is passed down, the more powerful the spell created will be."

Franca vaguely understood:

"Are those fairy tales not just stories, but also Mysticism knowledge?"

"This proves that they really happened, in this current world," Hella stated her conclusion. "From that day on, I knew we had always been in our original world; only time had passed."

Franca suddenly recalled the look and attitude in Lady. Hella's eyes when she mentioned Harrison and her hope of returning home at the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society".

At that time, she already guessed the truth...

At that time, she looked at us with sadness and pity...

Hella downed her Triple Espresso Limo Coffee and continued, "I was planning to give you a heads-up, but then Harrison's incident happened, and many of you are very excited and looking forward to it."

"For example, me." Franca chuckled self-deprecatingly.

She took a sip of her coffee and asked hesitantly, "' Lady. Hella,' should we tell the other members the truth about the Transmigration?"

Hella had this idea long ago:

"Let's hold off for now and let those who haven't accepted reality live with hope."

"Once we survive the Apocalypse, if everyone is still alive, we'll slowly tell them the truth."

"That's true, it's good to have something to Wishes," Franca agreed with a sigh.

She then added, "However, we can't let these Wishes become too strong, too intense, or too urgent, otherwise, I worry that some of them might make rather extreme choices or do things."

After she finished speaking, Franca saw a hint of relief on Lady. Hella's face.

Hella nodded and said, "This is fine for now, don't actually catch Harrison."

"Even if we catch them, we can't tell them," Franca replied knowingly.

She then asked, "Shall we talk about the Apocalypse?"

"I can say a little, emphasizing the hope," Hella replied.

Just like me... Franca then asked, "When is the next gathering?"

"We'll try to finish this week," Hella decided.

After finishing their business, Franca gazed at Hella's dark Eyes and Paleness face, remained silent for a few seconds, and then asked with feeling, "We were talking about Wishes earlier. Do you have any other Wishes?"

This wasn't a question; she didn't expect an answer, she was simply expressing her feelings.

To her surprise, Hella actually responded.

The Lady dressed as Black Widow said with a faint smile, "My biggest Wishes right now is to survive the Apocalypse."

"What if the Apocalypse ends and we're all still alive..."

As she spoke, she seemed to drift into a memory:

"The most memorable gift in my life was the telescope my parents gave me, because I've loved Stars since I was little and I love imagining what's in the vast Starry Sky..."

If we really survive the Apocalypse, I have two dreams:

"Firstly, the world doesn't necessarily have to be exactly like us when it develops to its original state; it just needs to be close to it."

"Secondly, with those Evil God gone and me able to protect myself, I want to use my abilities or the help of certain Sealed Artifact to explore the Starry Sky, visit different galaxies, and witness different Civilization..."

Franca gradually listened with a sense of rapt attention:

This kind of life doesn't seem so bad...

He usually stays in Trier, enjoying modern life. When he gets bored, he invites Jenna, Lumian, Aurora, Aurora, Anthony, Ludwig "Judgement" Lady, and "007" to form a Travel Group and travel to other countries, other continents, other Planet, and other Civilization...

The Starry Sky is indeed dangerous, and we might not even survive the Apocalypse, but people always need something to Wishes...

Looking at Hella speaking softly, Franca suddenly felt that the image of this Lady in her mind had become much more vivid.

She beckoned to the Waiter had been spying on her from a distance and ordered two glasses of Sugar Wine and two glasses of Absinthe.

She picked up one of the Sugar Wine and made a toasting gesture. Hella didn't quite understand, but she still raised her glass of Absinthe.

"This toast is to my Homeland." Franca gently clinked glasses with hers and drank her own Sugar Wine.

After Hella finished the green liquid in her glass, she picked up another glass of Sugar Wine and said with a half-smile and a half-reflection, "This glass is for those far away."

With a soft clinking sound, the two different colored liquids swayed gently, causing the light within them to radiate outwards.

Back at the Luxury Villa in the Art District, Franca told Lumian, "' Lady. Hella ' said she'd be calling a party this week, and she's trying to get it done before Saturday."

Lumian nodded and said, "' The Judgement ' Lady has also replied to us. The Church of Knowledge has agreed to our request, but some preliminary processing and necessary preparations are required. The trip to the ' Banishment City ' is scheduled for next Monday."

"Thankfully, Julian won't be back in Trier until next Thursday." Franca glanced at Jenna beside her. "Seriously, we need to trick your brother into Trier for the next two years. If the information '007' gave us is correct, Trier will be a crucial point in the outbreak of the Apocalypse."

Jenna nodded solemnly and said, "I'm thinking of a way."

"Suddenly, nothing's happening." Lumian suddenly smiled and picked up a veiled, wide-brimmed hat that was lying next to her. "Let's go for a walk."

"Your mindset has definitely improved. You used to be impatient, and waiting was the hardest part," Franca remarked jokingly.

Jenna asked, "Where to?"

Lumian smiled:

"Go to Lavigny Docks, to the Church of Mr. The Fool, where the inauguration and preaching of the Patron Saint should have already begun."

I'd like to sit in on the class.

"Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to hear what others say about me?" Franca asked, looking resistant.

Neither she nor Lumian suggested to Lady "Magician" which Church they wanted to be assigned to, because they both wanted to be modest and felt that the other party would not agree, so they simply let the "The Fool's " Church decide for itself.

"I don't care," Lumian laughed. "Besides, we need to wander around the area and see if there's a way to retrieve the anchor."

"Okay." Franca sighed. "If I were in Dream City, I'd debut as a star! Those fans would be my anchor! But there's a problem with that too. This kind of anchor has an expiration date; it can't be passed down. Also, the perceptions of fans with different attitudes and different focuses can be contradictory, which might affect my performance."

"That's one way," Lumian said, looking at Jenna. "If you reach Sequence 3, you could consider becoming the most famous Stage Actor in the Southern and Northern Continent. Of course, that's only if you get the Protection of Mr. ' The Fool,' or..."

Lumian didn't finish his sentence.

Inside the "The Fool's Church" in the Square District, near the Lavigny Docks, with its rows of large, clear windows.

Lumian, Franca, and Jenna, wearing hats with veils hanging down, came to the corner of the row of seats.

At this moment, the half- Giant bishop, with golden hair, a height of over 2.5 meters, wearing a specially made trench coat and a silk top hat, was Sermon.

In front of a wall that was originally empty, a Painter is creating a new mural using scaffolding and various tools.

In a world where the Church holds a high position, creating Religious Murals for Church is the highest recognition and praise for a Painter.

Lumian and the others sat down, removed their hats, and bowed their heads. Not long after, the half- Giant bishop said in a solemn and resounding voice, "Let us praise Mr. ' The Fool '."

"Praise the Fool!" All the believers, including the bishop, stood up and placed their hands on their breasts.

The half- Giant bishop continued, "Let us also praise the Patron Saint of this Church, the great Saint Franca."

"Our Church got its name from this!"

Franca's toes inside her boots began to clench.

The half- Giant bishop continued, "Saint Franca is Mr. ' The Fool's' Cups, bearing people's joys and Pain, guarding diseases and Plague. She is Unaging, Witch who spreads strife and Calamity to her enemies..."

"She once walked in Mr. The Fool's dream, striving for the Lord's return; she shattered the illusion and reality, allowing the Lord's grace to reach the earth..."

Damn, that sounds so sophisticated... Franca was both embarrassed and secretly pleased.

After recounting the story of Saint Franca, the half- Giant bishop said, "Let us praise Saint Franca!"

"Praise be to the one who never ages, the Keeper of Disease and Plague, the Witch Accompanied by Strife and Calamity, the Cups that bears joy and Pain, the great Franca Roland!"

The believers then followed the bishop in prayer.

Franca suddenly froze, turning her head slightly bewildered to Lumian and Jenna, saying, "I heard some illusory voices and saw some points of light..."