At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 26 True love is passed down through generations.
“That pendant is from Hind’s photo album of her parents. She misses them very much. Every time she passes by a pawn shop, she stops to look at it. Every time she returns to the church, she hides in her room and cries silently.”

“I stood outside Sister Hind’s door feeling very sad and helpless. I didn’t want Sister Hind to be so heartbroken.”

"So the evil thought of buying the pendant arose in my mind, but I am already a lifelong nun and cannot own my own property. All the property I have is given by the church to help people in the world."

"After that, I secretly pretended to be homeless and collected bottles from trash cans to sell for money, hoping to save up enough to buy the pendant."

“I broke the vow I made to God, and I feel afraid and guilty about it every day. I am overwhelmed by guilt every night. I know that the Lord is punishing me.”

"But the thought that Sister Hind was no longer in pain after buying the pendant made me continue to err under the Lord's watchful eye."

"I saved up enough money in three months, but the pawnshop owner was also a devout Catholic and was unwilling to sell me the pendant. He even spit on me and kicked me out of the shop."

At this point, Sister Zoe's tears streamed down her face through her fingers.

"..." Artoria and Jeanne were both sentimental people. Seeing the old woman sobbing uncontrollably with her lips pursed, if this were not a church, they would have already gone up to comfort her.

"The pawnshop owner sold the pendant the next day in an attempt to dispel my evil thoughts that would tarnish my identity as a nun. I panicked, and evil thoughts took over my soul. I found the person who bought the pendant and stole it when he wasn't looking."

"I felt like a wicked devil who had succeeded in his scheme, fantasizing that Sister Hind would weep with joy upon seeing the pendant."

“But Sister Hind slapped me across the face, and I didn’t understand at the time.”

"At that time, the archbishop called Sister Hind and me to the statues of the Son of God and the Virgin Mary. The pawnshop owners and the victims were there, as were many nuns and priests from the church."

“I was at a loss, knowing that everything I had done was known, that I would definitely be stripped of my nun status and sent to prison, and I knelt down beside the statue of the Virgin Mary, sobbing uncontrollably.”

"I dared not look into anyone's eyes, especially Sister Hind's. Under the archbishop's interrogation, I couldn't even utter a sound, and just huddled on the ground, dumbfounded."

"However, Sister Hind stepped forward and said that she was the one who had instigated it all, taking all the blame upon herself."

"I was so scared that I couldn't speak, I just stared at her blankly."

“She lied like this, saying that she wanted to get back her parents’ necklace, so she tricked me, who was still a minor, into stealing it, and put all the blame on me. But in the end, she realized her mistake in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary, so she took the initiative to confess.”

"I will never forget the look in Sister Hind's eyes when she was taken away by the police; it was so tender."

Sister Hind was excommunicated and sent to prison.

"I didn't know then that I would never see Sister Hind again."

Sister Zoe lay prostrate on the ground, her face buried in the back of her hands, crying bitterly.

Luo Sheng stepped down from the preaching platform and came to her. Looking at the old woman crying like this, he felt a mix of emotions. He just couldn't bear to see kind people cry.

If evil people weep like that, he would only think they are crocodile tears; they are not repenting, but simply knowing they are about to die.

Sister Zoe's life was coming to an end. These words had been accumulating in her heart for who knows how long, but no one could listen to her. They finally erupted uncontrollably at the end of her life.

“I wanted to visit her in prison and find Sister Hind, but the bishop said I was too deeply seduced, so he sent me and a priest to a small town in South America to preach.”

“I am surrounded by regret every day, and I even think about ending it all.”

Five months passed, and just when I was about to end my life, I received a letter from Sister Hind.

“She’s out of prison. She told me to live a good life. She said that after being expelled from the church, she could finally call me her daughter.” “I looked at Sister Hind’s handwriting and wept uncontrollably, my tears soaking the letter.”

"I was hoping to finish my missionary work in South America as soon as possible and return to France to see her."

“Since then, I have received two letters from Sister Hind every year, and we greet each other and learn about each other’s lives.”

“I receive it every Christmas and on my birthday, which is the day I met Sister Hind.”

"But the missionary work was delayed again and again, and ten years had already passed in South America."

“I thought I would finally be able to see her, but when I found the address, I was told that Sister Hind had left many years ago.”

"It took me a year to find out that Sister Hind had passed away several years ago."

"After she was released from prison, she tried to work, but every time she found a job, she would be fired after only a few months because people found out that she was an evil woman who liked to incite people to commit crimes."

"In the end, she could only end up on the streets and become homeless, but even so, she still spends so much money every year to send letters across half the world."

"In the end, she died in a corner of the park because she was sick and had no money to go to the hospital." Sister Zoe was too sobbing to continue.

When grief and regret reach their limit, one is unable to utter a sound.

She shakily took a plastic-sealed envelope from the pocket of her nun's habit. Opening the box, she found crumpled sheets of paper with frayed edges, indicating that they were the only ones she had left to read.

“I can’t imagine how much love Sister Hind must have had for me when she wrote her last letter. Lord, I regret it so much. I wish I hadn’t been so frightened that I couldn’t speak and had confessed my sins aloud.”

As she spoke, she carefully opened the letter.

The writing on it was broken and the characters were particularly distorted.

[Zoe, my daughter, happy birthday! Did you have a good time? Live happily forever, your loving mom.]

Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc possess powerful senses; they can see the words on the letter even without getting close.

'Such profound love, I feel like crying.' As a Catholic saint, Joan of Arc could feel the deep emotions expressed in that letter, and her eyes welled up with tears.

From the emotions expressed in the letter, she saw a thin, bony middle-aged woman with dry, dusty hair, hunched over a park bench, trembling as she wrote with a leaky ballpoint pen, only to lick the pen tip in her mouth halfway through because she couldn't write anymore.

Artoria gazed at the letter from afar, feeling emotions she had never experienced before, even as a queen who had fought on battlefields and built a kingdom.

Can the love of ordinary people really be so profound?

Is this the standard by which the Master selects heroes? It's completely different from the standards of her time.

'Only heroes who understand love and pass it down through generations can truly love everyone.' Los Saint glanced at Artoria and communicated with her telepathically through Command Seals.

Los Saint asked gently, "Sister Zoe, is it over?"

Zoe looked up, her aged face already wet with tears: "No, no, Father, my sins are not over yet."

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