He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

The unforgettable pain from hundreds of years ago can still be vaguely felt when I think about it now.

"You said this is closely related to our fate, so..."

“After I die, you, who do not belong to this world, will be directly erased and deleted by this world without my magic to sustain you,” Cecilia explained.

Hearing this, Shirakawa couldn't help but feel nervous.

"So you said before that you could protect me from death, but if the Holy Maiden dealt with you, I would die with you, right?"

"Yes."

"So, you're just asking me to be your shield and help you deal with this saintess?"

“No, not exactly,” Cecilia leaned closer and tapped the cross around the saint’s neck on the computer screen. “You’ve seen this cross before, haven’t you?”

Upon hearing Cecilia's question and pointing, Shirakawa instantly recalled: "This cross belongs to Jackie. So, she was also one of those hunting you down?"

No wonder Shirakawa hadn't logged Jackie into the app on his phone that was supposed to save fallen girls.

“Her cross can indeed counteract my power. As for whether she is one of those ‘saints,’ I don’t know. That’s why I asked you to inquire about Jackie’s situation so that we can prepare a response.”

“Jackie, she…” Shirakawa recalled his memories with Jackie. She was more like a cool punk girl, not the saintly type.

"She should be fine. Here's what I'll do: I'll look at these clips and try to find some clues."

In order to prevent Cecilia from being killed in a muddled way, Shirakawa began to replay the videos, watching them patiently and looking for all sorts of strange and illogical details.

Seeing Shirakawa repeatedly looking at his memories, so meticulous and focused on saving their lives, Cecilia's ingrained feelings from school began to stir again.

That feeling was like a small light bulb, emitting a faint glow in the dark heart of her goddess. Cecilia could only cover it with her hands to hide the light, but if she was not careful, the light would slip through her fingers.

Simply put, she can endure, but once her powerful divine willpower weakens, she will lose control.

First, in the medieval segment, Shirakawa paused the scene where the saint kicked down the door and shouted "Sethia."

Do you know that saintess?

"I do not know."

“That’s not right,” Shirakawa watched the scene repeatedly. “She kicked the door open and shouted your name, which means she came here with a clear goal: to find you. Either she knew you before, or she had heard of you.”

“I’ve never used my real name when I go out to eat,” Cecilia said, unconsciously leaning closer and placing her hand on Shirakawa’s shoulder.

"She must have known you before. She hates you so much, did you steal her husband or boyfriend away? Think carefully..."

“Hmm…” Cecilia thought for a moment, “It’s been hundreds of years, I really can’t remember.”

"alright."

After transmigrating and ending up with such a god, Shirakawa felt incredibly unlucky.

He continued to play the video repeatedly, and soon he found the biggest point of contention.

“These saintesses seem to be the same person,” Shirakawa remarked.

"How is that possible? They all look different, and these chases have spanned a century. It's impossible for these humans to have lived to that age. It doesn't make sense."

“I don’t believe in common sense; I only believe what I see and what I analyze,” Shirakawa continued to explain.

"These people's outfits and opening lines are exactly the same. At first, I thought they had passed down these props and had been specially trained to become like this, but look at this."

Shirakawa captured every scene from the saintess's first appearance in each memory and posted them on his computer desktop for comparison.

The women's posture, the way they held the holy sword, and even the placement of their five fingers were exactly the same.

They even have very similar temperaments.

"Although they look different, I can always feel that they are the same person."

Shirakawa trusted his intuition.

"How did they become the same person?"

"It's these sacred artifacts, the holy sword, the clothes, the cross. Wearing them should allow for soul transfer or something, like the existence of a spirit within an artifact. Maybe that's it, I can't be sure."

Shirakawa could only analyze up to this point. The remaining possibilities for reasoning still needed to be supported by evidence, otherwise it would easily lead the entire reasoning process astray.

This concerns the life and death of Cecilia and himself, so we can't draw conclusions haphazardly.

"By the way, Cecilia, what is your earliest memory?"

Shirakawa wanted to know when she had actually appeared in this world.

This saint may be related to the origin of this Cecilia.

“I can’t remember.” Cecilia shook her head.

Could Cecilia have Alzheimer's? Why can't she remember anything?

Shirakawa silently complained to himself.

"In short, as long as you don't appear in the real world, she shouldn't be able to do anything to you."

Shirakawa knew that as long as Cecilia snapped her fingers, she and the entire general store would enter that dark void.

That saintess couldn't possibly be a Voidwalker who just appeared out of the void to attack Cecilia, could she?

“Is that so…” Cecilia still felt somewhat uneasy.

After all, that saintess possessed the means to potentially kill him.

I've been hiding in this neon country for years, and I never expected that the sacred cross would reappear.

"Also, could you please take your hand off? It's hurting my shoulder."

Cecilia then realized that her hands were pressing hard on Shirakawa's shoulder, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

She quickly pulled her hand away.

Shirakawa rubbed his shoulders and stretched: "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I still need to deal with the Nagasaki Club matter. Don't show your face in the real world for a while."

"Okay, I'll notify you via the app if anything happens."

Shirakawa gave an OK sign, then turned and left.

As soon as the door was opened, Jackie slipped in from beside Shirakawa.

She had been secretly hiding by the door the whole time!

when?

Cecilia's crimson eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the feet behind her appeared in unison, pointing directly at Jackie.

He wished he could kill her the very next second.

Jackie met Cecilia's gaze with her blue-green eyes, showing no sign of nervousness.

Shirakawa panicked.

If those sacred objects truly possess spirits, then Jackie, wearing that cross, is now the saintess hunting down Cecilia.

What should we do now?

141. I was just joking, don't take it seriously.

“Um,” Shirakawa stepped forward and stood between Jackie and Cecilia.

He gently pushed down the spider legs that were facing Jackie, placing them in front of her and protecting her behind him.

"Calm down, calm down, Cecilia. She doesn't have the Holy Sword and poses no threat to you."

Cecilia didn't listen and kept staring at Jackie.

Jackie saw the silver cross on her chest glowing faintly.

It turned out to be the case.

Most of Jackie's mother's relatives are religious, and this cross was a "talisman" given to her by her aunt.

They even taught me that eliminating witches was a mission passed down through generations, and that I would have to take over this mission when I grew up.

After a long, rambling lecture, Jackie paid no attention. She talked about witches and holy swords as if it were a fairy tale.

Who would believe that!

But unexpectedly, Jackie actually saw the so-called witch from the story here.

Moreover, it seems that Shirakawa and this "witch" have a very good personal relationship.

Based on this alone, I feel that this witch is not so utterly wicked.

interesting.

Jackie ignored Cecilia and instead asked Shirakawa, "Shirakawa, I have a question for you. You must answer truthfully, or I might just have to eliminate Cecilia." Jackie flicked the cross on her chest, making a light, crisp sound.

"You!!" Cecilia was furious. On his home turf, a human dared to speak so arrogantly as to destroy him. This was a disgrace to the dignity of a god.

But she didn't dare to make a move, and she didn't know what tricks this Jackie was hiding.

Her heart pounded, and the tiny hairs on the spider's legs stood on end.

This was only the second time in her life as a deity that she had experienced such immense fear and emotional turmoil. (The first time was during the early medieval war when she was a saint.)

"Don't rush, Cecia. If you two keep doing this, it will only hurt each other, and it won't benefit either of you."