bookpower Chapter 6 : Chapter 6
Chapter 6 : Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Kill HerWhen Mel saw Veronica in the reception room, Veronica was sitting on a chair, sipping her red tea in small mouthfuls.
So she didn't go in directly, but stood at the doorway and observed her sister quietly for a while.
Mel saw that there were also fine black threads in Veronica's soul, like a thin layer of cobweb entwined around the pure light.
Although they were there, they couldn't obscure her purity.
Seeing this, Mel relaxed a little.
“Mel?”
Veronica noticed her sister standing at the door, quickly put down her teacup, and walked to her side.
“How are you, are you better?”
“Mhm.”
Mel nodded lightly and sat down next to Veronica.
“That's good then.”
Veronica breathed a small sigh of relief, “I told you the church would help us.”
Then, she stood up, walked over to Sister Irene and Bishop Oliver, and bowed slightly to the two of them.
“Thank you for saving my sister.”
Next, she took out her wallet from her pocket, took out a silver coin, and walked to the donation box.
Just as the silver coin was about to fall into the donation box, a hand gently caught it.oday? I'll be back before dinner.”
Halfway through combing, Veronica suddenly spoke softly, her gentle face reflected in the mirror.
In fact, Mel was already used to this, so there was no need to specifically ask for her opinion.
But perhaps because of the strangeness she had shown in the past two days, Veronica couldn't help but worry about her sister's mental state.
Mel gazed at Veronica's gentle face in the mirror.
Her hands were moving through her hair, the movements as gentle as if handling a fragile treasure.
This scene had been repeated countless times since Mel came to this home, but only today did it seem particularly different.
“I've prepared lunch for you, it's in the lunch box in the kitchen,” Veronica continued, her hands still weaving the braid smoothly and naturally.
(Going to work....)
Mel couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
But soon, she had a new idea.
(Maybe I can take this opportunity to go to Saint Margaret's Church and find Bishop Oliver to learn about this world. At least from our contact, he doesn't seem to have any ill will towards me. And... I did that kind of thing yesterday...)
“Mhm, I know.”
Mel nodded in response, her gaze looking at her own braided hair through the mirror.
The long gray hair had a soft sheen in the morning light, complementing the light blue ribbon.
Hearing this, the smile on Veronica's face widened, and she gently hugged her sister.
“Don't worry, I'll be back before dinner.”
After breakfast, Veronica cleared the dishes, then walked to the door and put on her coffee-colored overcoat.
Before leaving, she gave Mel one last look, her eyes full of concern.
“I'll be back tonight. If anything happens, remember to come find me at the library, understand?”
“Mhm, be careful on your way.”
Mel stood at the door, watching Veronica leave until her figure completely disappeared from view.
Saint Margaret's Church, the ancient Gothic building stood in the morning light, its spire pointing to the sky.
The stained glass refracted colorful light and shadow in the sunlight.
A few dry leaves lay on the stone steps in front of the church, and a faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air.
Mel stood before the church, looking at the heavy oak door.
The church was exceptionally quiet in the early morning, with only a few believers occasionally coming and going.
They all had pious expressions, bowing to the holy emblem of the Red Moon.
Mel walked into the church, her footsteps echoing in the empty hall.
The surrounding believers cast curious glances at her, but quickly looked away again, refocusing on their prayers.
Mel found an empty seat and sat down, then copied the prayer posture of the other believers, silently reciting some praises in her heart.
Of course, to call them praises was a stretch; in reality, they were just some flattering words she made up on the spot.
After a while, Sister Irene arrived, giving Mel a gentle smile.
“Are you here to see Bishop Oliver, Miss Mel?”
“Mhm.”
Mel nodded lightly, “Is he available now?”
“Of course.”
Irene smiled, “Follow me.”
Mel walked through the long, quiet corridors of Saint Margaret's Church, each step on the ancient flagstones echoing with a crisp and distant sound.
Sister Irene led her, passing walls decorated with exquisite murals, finally stopping at the door they had come to last time.
“Bishop Oliver is inside, Miss Mel, please go in.”
Irene said softly, a warm smile on her face.
Mel took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and stepped into the room filled with a solemn and sacred atmosphere.
Compared to last time, almost nothing had changed.
Neither the room nor the gentle smile on Bishop Oliver's face.
“Miss Mel, welcome.”
Bishop Oliver looked up, his gaze gentle and deep, as if he could see into a person's heart.
“Is there anything I can help you with”
Mel curtsied slightly, “Lord Bishop, sorry to disturb you.”
After a pause, she sat down opposite Oliver, then took a deep breath and said:
“I have some questions about gods and Shepherds that I would like to ask you.”