[West Fantasy] The noble lady who was divorced became rich

A psalm is played every afternoon at Aquiqui Cathedral, accompanied only by lira.Compared with the organ and eunuch singers in the Papal State, the hymns accompanied only by lira are undoubtedly much more monotonous, but they have a special flavor in a quiet environment.

"Why, I haven't gotten tired of listening to the song for tens of thousands of years!" Barr squatted beside the evil god, and followed his line of sight to the pantheon statue under the eaves: "A blank god's face, what's there to see?" ?”

The Cthulhu glanced at the squatting Barr, and said emotionlessly, "A blank god's face is always better than those pious faces."

After all, the evil god put down the hand supporting his face, and his face was illuminated by the stained glass of the church with strange spots: "Could it be possible that you let those people below engrave my face on it?"

Barr glanced at the evil god's stern facial features, then shuddered before the other party turned his head, and put on a look that was about to be frightened: "Forget it, we are demons, let's not engage in those disgusting things."

"Disgusting? Are you saying that my face is disgusting?" The evil god patted Baal on the back without finding fault, and almost knocked Baal off the roof beam with such force: "Isn't my face worthy of being engraved on a statue of a god?"

"Whether you deserve it or not is up to me." Barr changed from a squatting position to a sitting position, and then swayed his two child's legs: "But Salem hates the church, if you carve your face on the church statue Come on, maybe Salem will spit it out disgustingly."

"... Baal."

"Ok?"

"Are you impatient with life?"

The evil god, who hadn't heard that name for a long time, turned his head mechanically, his pupils suddenly widened like a voodoo doll deliberately acting strangely, which made people panic.

Barr, who finally realized what he said wrongly, subconsciously moved aside, and after a moment of awkward silence, he said with a dry throat, "I'm just telling the truth."

"If Salem was still around, it would be screaming and smashing all religious objects, and then scratching your face and asking why you are helping the evildoers."

For a civilian woman who has been accused of witchcraft several times and sent to the gallows by fools, the cruelest thing is that the religion she once regarded as the sustenance of her soul betrayed her when she was most helpless. She was determined to be a wicked and merciless witch.

The Cthulhu still remembered the first time he saw Salem.

Because one day I received an extraordinarily strong resentment, and the oncoming malice almost activated the divinity of the evil god to an indescribable height, so out of interest in that resentment, the evil god listened to the other party's prayer, Then he pulled the girl who kept cursing the gods before she died to her side.

At that time, the girl was being executed by the heresy trial. After being dragged into this world by the evil god, she was lying on the grass with injuries all over her body.Mingming was so weak that he had only one breath left, but he managed to climb to the edge of the muddy puddle, desperately swallowed the muddy water mixed with fish and shrimp, and then chewed herbs that were useless to the wound.

The evil god can understand people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, or mercenaries who have a high tolerance for the living environment to make such actions.

But when a weak girl kept swallowing muddy water, and then vomited out the contents of her stomach with a tight throat, the evil god felt strong contradictions from her.

On the one hand, her desire to live does not come from the desire for life, and on the other hand, her desire to live is as strong as her desire to die, which makes the evil god more and more interested in her.

[Maybe letting her survive can bring me more joy. 】

With this thought in mind, the evil god healed the girl's wound after she fainted, and was almost hit in the forehead by the stone picked up by the girl when the girl woke up.

This girl who kept chanting "Salem" in a coma had an indescribable hatred for the gods.

But the irony is that as an ordinary village girl who can't read and her life is full of housework, the girl didn't know what to do after being saved by the evil god, so she could only pray to the rising sun——but She didn't know who she prayed to instead, or why she, who hated the gods, did so.

"Since you hate gods so much, why not become my believer!" The evil god who found the girl very interesting suggested, "After all, I am the one who saved you, so..."

Before the evil god could finish his words, he was stabbed in the chest with a rough knife.

It can be seen that there is no way to communicate with a person who has lost his mind.

…………

Thinking of Salem, the evil god's face showed indescribable complex emotions.

Thousands of years later, he still remembered every detail of Salem, but he was not as sad and joyful as thousands of years ago, and he was prone to fall into crazy emotions when reminiscing.

Whether it is human beings or demigods, compared to the immortal evil gods, they are all as insignificant as a drop in the ocean.

What made him even more angry was that Salem didn't tell him his real name until his death.And the title they used when they got along was just a name that Salem chose casually to commemorate his past.

Even their daughter is named after it.

"Salem, Elizabeth, and Abigail." The evil god mentioned these old people who had passed away in turn, and in his memory, they were still as fresh as yesterday: "Human life is really as small as ever."

In other words, not only human beings, but all the existences created by the gods are smaller than the evil gods think.And as the old enemy of Wanshen, he is not much better than Wanshen in this respect.

At least he couldn't even keep a village girl who couldn't read.

"You had a chance to keep Salem back then." Thinking of his old friend, Barr sighed, "It's a pity that she hates God more than you think, so you can't keep her."

The evil god didn't reply, but instead set his eyes on Li Lashou under the statue of the gods.

This plucked string instrument made of tortoise shell was favored by bards because of its portability, and even became the most popular instrument in the world for thousands of years after Salem's death.

"I remember your Lila was taught by Salem, right?" The evil god narrowed his eyes and said in a tone that made hair stand on end: "Take advantage of the free time right now and get familiar with it."

After all, the evil god shifted his gaze to the statue of the gods, bent his mouth at the blank face of the gods, and said mockingly: "After all, the funeral of the gods must be accompanied by lira."

"What about your funeral?" Barr said casually, "I don't believe you can escape unscathed."

After all, the relationship between the evil god and the gods is indescribably complicated.

"I don't need a funeral." Faced with Barr's question, the evil god said seriously: "The moment I die, I will no longer be a god."

"So I don't need a funeral.