You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

Despite Eleanor's insistence, Isolde agreed to go to the church.

Along the way, Eleanor observed Isolde from inside the carriage, while Isolde leaned against the window, watching the people coming and going on the street.

Her gaze fell on people's faces, trying to find him in the crowd.

If only Lott were still alive, if only Lott could be here.

Isolde was wearing a simple gray dress. Unbeknownst to her, Eleanor had quietly styled her hair into pigtails, the ends of which hung down in front of her shoulders and were tied with two light blue butterfly hair ribbons.

The carriage soon arrived at the Craona Cathedral, a pure white spire that shone with a pure and sacred light in the sunlight.

Because it was morning, there were very few people praying inside the cathedral.

Isolde noticed that the hall was almost entirely filled with couples, with the occasional lone girl pushing open the door to the prayer room cubicle and walking out crying.

"Eleanor, where exactly is this place...?"

Before Isolde could finish speaking, a nun walked up to the two of them.

“Praise be to Clona.” The nun placed her hands on her chest and bowed to Isolde and Eleanor. “The goddess Clona will also forgive you both, so please do not feel guilty.”

Eleanor waved her hand. "It's not us, it's her. She's been having some troubles lately, so please take her into the prayer room."

“Understood.” The nun extended her hand to Isolde, gesturing for her to follow. “Miss, please come this way.”

Eleanor pushed Isolde, leading her and the nun into the prayer room.

The prayer room was small, with a row of lit candles placed inside. A wooden box sat on the long table.

The nun standing at the door said, "Write down the person and the things you are thinking about on a piece of paper and put it in the box. The goddess Clona will bless you according to how much you care about what is written on the paper."

After she finished speaking, the nun left the prayer room, leaving Isolde alone there.

Isolde never believed in any gods, let alone blessings.

The candlelight illuminated Isolde's face as she gazed at the wooden box on the long table, lost in thought for a long time, before slowly stepping forward.

In the simulated world, she tried everything, but couldn't save Lotte.

In reality, whatever Isolde does, her results will not be reflected in the deduced world.

Perhaps only a god could break this rule and save Lotte.

There was a stack of papers on the table. She tore off a page and wrote Lott's name on it with a pen.

Halfway through writing, the pen tip stopped on the paper, and black ink began to accumulate, gradually staining a large area black.

She stared at the growing black mass in silence for a long time, then crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the table.

She didn't know how to spell the name Lott.

She tore off a few more pages and wrote down all the possible spellings of the pronunciation "Lotte".

She was holding a thick stack of notes, about to put them into the box, when she suddenly stopped.

If there are too many names, will the wishes not come true?

Isolde tore off another page, and this time she picked up her pen and wrote:

I want to save you.

The nun said that people and things can be written down on paper, which would at least make them much more accurate.

She folded the paper into a neat square and put it into the wooden box.

Ten minutes later, Isolde emerged from the prayer room.

Eleanor quickly stepped forward and asked, "Lord Isolde, did you pray?"

“Hmm.” Isolde looked up at the church's decor before finally asking, “What does this goddess Clona govern?”

"Love."

"..."

Isolde turned and glared at Eleanor. "You brought me to a place like this?"

“Don’t be angry, Lady Isolde,” Eleanor immediately put on a smile. “The deeper your obsession with that gentleman, the stronger your longing, the more likely your wish is to come true. Where else would you come if not here?”

“You! I told you, he and I aren’t in that kind of relationship.”

“Alright, alright.” Eleanor quickly waved her hand. “But if the wish comes true, it means that even you, Lord Isolde, didn’t really understand your feelings toward him.”

"You mean, if my wish comes true, it means I actually care about him a lot?"

"Yes, yes. Clona is the goddess of love. If your wish comes true, it means that your relationship with him has passed the test of the goddess Clona."

Isolde's cheeks flushed slightly, and she left without looking back.

Eleanor quickly followed and left the church with her.

When Isolde boarded the carriage, she stopped Eleanor outside.

“Eleanor, you’re running back to school from here.”

"Oh? But it took us an hour to travel by carriage!"

"You can also go back and pray to the goddess Clona and see if she will grant your wish."

"Lord Isolde!!"

……

Under the same sunlight, Lotte, who had just gotten up, was eating toast with strawberry jam.

Chloris bent down and sprinkled black pepper on the fried egg in front of him.

Her light golden hair fell onto Lotte's shoulder, tickling his cheek.

Like Isolde, Lot did not believe in any gods.

He asked Chloris beside him, "Chloris, do you think... wind magic can make people speed up?"

"Wind magic?"

Since Isolde couldn't reach him, Nalot decided to help Isolde.

Chapter 83 Miss Chloris will respond to you

Chloris sat next to Lotte, with a vase of fresh flowers on her desk.

Sunlight fell on the flowers, leaving faint petal shadows on the table.

She picked up a piece of toast, took a small bite, chewed it, and said, "Wind magic should be able to do that, and it can even make people fly. But if it's about speed, we might as well choose speed-enhancing magic."

"Understood."

Whether it's having Isolde fall faster or having Lotte run faster up, Lotte doesn't care as long as the two can meet as soon as possible.

Besides, he didn't have a choice.

Attenborough is a remote area with a sparse population and a limited amount of magic; having any at all is already a blessing.

"Lotte, why did you suddenly decide to learn this speed-up magic?"

"For a girl to use."

It is known that there are currently two people in the room, one is Lotte and the other is Chloris.

It is also known that Chloris's team consists of only two people: Lotte and Chloris.

The answer is obvious.

Chloris glanced at Lotte, who was still eating toast, and said softly, "Why don't you just say it? What's there to be embarrassed about?"

Chloris was unaware that Lotte had already made it clear.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Chloris shook her head; she would never say such a thing a second time. "When we went to Attenborough last time, wasn't there some spatial magic? It only cost 100 gold coins."

"I couldn't make that much money even if I were sold."

Speaking of spatial magic, Lotte recalled something: Isolde seemed to always use acceleration magic and never chose to use spatial magic.

If she could teleport, she would have teleported right to my side.

Lotte took a bite of the remaining toast and picked up her knife and fork to focus on the fried egg in front of her.

Seeing this, Chloris, taking advantage of Baldr's absence, quietly pushed her own fried egg to Lotte and whispered, "Please eat this for me, I hate eating this."

"Alright, one silver coin."

"You!" Chloris was furious. She lightly pinched Lott's arm, then forked an egg and held it to Lott's mouth. "Help me!"

Baldr, who was hiding behind, witnessed everything.

He just silently smoked his pipe, then subconsciously picked up the kitchen knife.

After breakfast, Lotte was preparing to head out to the Adventurers' Guild Hall.

Chloris tugged at Lotte's sleeve. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk outside. Don't worry, I'm not taking on any commissions."

"Then you need to come back early, before 10 p.m. There have been a lot of adventurers and even business people coming here recently, and the town's security is getting worse and worse."