The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

Ryan was already considering how to deal with those who spread rumors when he returned to the Holy See.

Fortunately, the result was quite good.

After organizing all the materials, it was already dusk.

Ryan put away the documents, then leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.

If we can get the evidence to the Vatican and invite the old priest and the priests of Lavala to be witnesses, we can completely dispel the rumors about Olina.

I'll visit the old priest again tomorrow.

As for the priests of Lavala, we'll visit them after Freya's situation is resolved.

So, there's only one question left for Ryan to consider.

That is, the relationship between Olina and Olivena.

Ryan has always believed that Orina is the primary personality, while Olivena is another personality derived from dual-attribute magic, residing within Orina's body.

Even in the realm of consciousness, Orina is the dominant figure.

However, the information gathered so far is telling Ryan the exact opposite.

That is, Olivena is very likely the true dominant personality.

Orina... is the other personality that was derived from her.

Although these two may sound similar, they are fundamentally different.

That is, the derived personality will eventually dissipate one day...

Ryan frowned, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

If this conjecture is true...

That Orina, she...

Ryan quickly shook his head, banishing the terrifying thought from his mind.

But a sharp pain still shot through my chest.

The matter remained unresolved for a long time.

"Damn..."

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Moon Bay Port, or rather the entire Lavala city district, is different from other places.

There weren't many pedestrians during the day; most people chose to rest at home. Only sailors who had just docked would wander around the streets.

Only at night do the streets become truly bustling with pedestrians.

Moreover, due to its coastal location and numerous ports, the city of Lavala often became a popular stop for traveling bards who joined caravans.

Every evening, the bards' signature hymns can be heard on the streets.

Over time, this singing style became a distinctive feature of Lavala.

Veranica and Daphne spent the whole day shopping and bought many beautiful clothes.

Daphne mostly bought cute dresses and gorgeous Lolita-style gowns.

Veranica, on the other hand, continues to adhere to her aesthetic.

The clothes in the shopping bag were all in a mature and sexy style. In addition to clothes that could be worn out, Veronica naturally also bought a lot of clothes that she couldn't wear out.

Just imagining herself wearing the outfit and being intimate with Ryan made Veronica blush.

"Sister Veronica!"

"There's someone singing over there! There are so many people gathered around, let's go check it out!"

Veranica took a few deep breaths to calm her restless heart.

"Let's go take a look."

The bard playing was a young man. He had very smooth, long golden hair and wore a hunter's leather hat with a huge brim. He wore a light gauze shirt and a belt with potion bottles tied around his waist.

Below are leather boots with upturned toes, and long trousers with lace cuffs, a style favored only by the nobility.

The short flute in my hand played a melodious tune.

The surrounding crowd was so captivated by the flute music that they stared blankly at the handsome young man in the center.

Even after the song ended, the audience was still reeling from the shock.

The applause only began to ring out after the young man put down his flute and bowed to the audience.

Just then, the young man noticed Veranica and Daphne and smiled faintly.

He then placed the piccolo in front of him and bowed very politely.

"Beautiful lady, please allow me to play a piece for you..."

Veranica returned a polite smile and was about to leave when Daphne stopped her.

It's clear that Daphne really likes this flute music.

Since that's the case, let's stay and listen some more.

However, the gazes of the surrounding audience toward Veronica revealed a strong, suppressed emotion.

At the same time, a question popped into the minds of the audience.

Why play a song just for her?

accurate......

Very annoyed...

The young man brought his lips close to the piccolo, his eyes slightly narrowed.

A dark purple streak of light flashed from his eyes.

Then, the sound of a flute filled the air.

The audience was once again drawn to the flute music; its clear and melodious sound was like the song of angels, captivating them and leaving them wanting more.

However, when they realized that such beautiful flute music was being played only for Veranika, a dark emotion began to swell and ferment in their hearts.

Very annoyed...

Or... let's kill her.

On the other side, Veranika was also drawn to the flute music, but just as she was about to become immersed in it, the magic within her suddenly began to surge!

The flames brought her back to her composure, and her eyes became much clearer.

Veronica didn't notice anything unusual about the young man; she only felt that the flute music wasn't as beautiful as it had been before.

Let's leave.

However, when she turned to leave, she found that Daphne was completely captivated by the flute music and could not be pulled at all.

"Daphne, we should go."

Veranica leaned close to Daphne's ear and whispered her name.

Suddenly, Daphne's body trembled, and then her eyes stopped darting around.

Despite some reluctance, Veranica insisted on leaving, so they chose to go.

After Veranika and Daphne left the concert center, the young man smiled faintly.

Then, the rhythm of the flute changed.

It became urgent, it became soaring, it became... desolate.

The rationality in the eyes of the onlookers vanished.

Instead, there was an extreme kind of madness.

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On the way back, Daphne kept replaying the flute music in her mind.

That voice was like a thorn in her side; no matter what Veranica said, she couldn't forget it.

Even when she bought her favorite ice cream, she found it tasteless.

In a daze, Daphne suddenly spoke.

"Sister Veranica, should we... go back?"

"I'd like to hear that bard play again."

"I feel like I haven't heard enough."

Veronica patted Daphne's head: "What, aren't you going back to sleep?"

"Normally, you would be getting ready to sleep at this time."

Daphne was also puzzled.

It's time for bed, but I'm not sleepy at all.

"It's getting late, let's head back."

"Otherwise, Mentor Ryan will be worried."

Upon hearing Ryan's name, Daphne nodded and obediently let Veranica hold her hand.

The sun slowly sank in the west, and a full moon rose in the sky in turn.

The sky gradually darkened.

The slightly salty sea breeze brought a touch of coolness.

More and more pedestrians gathered around, all out enjoying the nightlife unique to Lavala.

However, among the surging crowd, there were a few simply dressed people following behind Veranika.

There are men and women, old and young.

They stared intently at Veranika, and one of the civilians drew a dagger from his waist.