Chapter 193: Meeting

Meanwhile, Letia was certainly not staying idle.

Although the script had not yet depicted her future path, a cold and certain premonition had already crawled up her spine like a maggot in the bone.

Letia knew that her death countdown was gradually entering its final phase.

Had it been a month ago, this premonition might have made her toss and turn, filling her heart with panic.

But now…after being baptized by countless death nightmares, no matter how much fear remained in her heart, she had long since become numb.

Moreover, the script was not unchangeable.

Just like the fate of the Blood Legion’s destruction—had she not forcibly overturned it?

Therefore, facing this approaching finale, the lake of Letia’s heart was eerily calm and without ripples.

Compared to death, Red’s bizarre behavior from three days ago actually made her a bit less composed.

She racked her brains but still couldn’t figure it out.

Why…

of all things, was it touching her face?

That seemingly gentle, almost…

pitying touch?

It had completely thrown off her rhythm.

If he had actually reached out to touch her frontal armor plate, she might not be so mentally disarrayed right now.

Letia considered her skin thicker than a city wall corner, immune to all poisons.

But this kind of “move”—one that came without warning and deviated from all preset tracks—was exactly what she was worst at handling.

At that moment, she had truly been caught off guard, her brain suffering a rare moment of blankness.

How should she describe this feeling?

To use a crude analogy, it was like a veteran of the pleasure quarters who prided herself on controlling the whole situation and had long mastered the art of passing through ten thousand flowers without a single leaf sticking to her.

Then one day, she was suddenly hit by a “safe” regular customer—one she teased daily—with an unintentional finishing move, instantly breaking her defense and dealing tons of true damage.

“Tch…

stop it!”

Letia shook her head violently, as if trying to fling those intrusive images and sensations out of her mind.

“It was clearly just him being a coward and backing out at the last second. What am I overthinking for!”

She forcibly cut off her chaotic thoughts.

After all, there was a more important scene she needed to play today.

Letia took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing that wave of agitated emotion.

She skillfully applied that disguise mask.

The moment the cool touch of the mask covered her skin, her figure began to change.

The original girl of 1.45 meters vanished, replaced by a more mature girl with an incomparably gentle temperament…

namely, Litt.

“Good morning, Sister Litt.”

Stepping into the solemn corridors of the Sacred Heart Monastery, a young monk wiping stained glass immediately stopped his movements.

He bowed respectfully to her, his gaze filled with pure admiration.

Seeing someone, Litt’s face instantly blossomed into a smile as warm as the spring sun.

That smile seemed capable of dispelling the world’s gloom, carrying a natural affinity.

“There is no need to be so restrained, Monk Griffin.”

Hearing this, the body of the girl monk named Griffin trembled slightly.

Her face immediately became a weave of overwhelmed panic and indescribable excitement, her voice even carrying a hint of imperceptible sobbing.

“Sister Litt…

you actually remember my name?”

“Of course.”

Litt’s voice was gentle and certain, her sincere gaze falling on the other’s face.

Her voice seemed to allow the listener to feel a respect and care originating from the bottom of the heart.

“Every brother and sister under the radiance of the Holy Light—their names and faces are engraved in my heart.”

Sure enough, Monk Griffin was too moved to speak.

She could only lower her head further, the rims of her eyes turning slightly red.

Just then, the Godfather of the Sacred Heart Monastery walked over with steady steps.

He did not call her “Sister” like Griffin did.

Instead, he lowered his head slightly, his tone carrying a restrained respect.

“Miss Litt, you have come at the perfect time. Bishop Otto is waiting for you in the study.”

The Godfather knew that this seemingly gentle “Sister Litt” actually held a status and authority far above his own as the nominal Godfather.

Although other church personnel also respected Litt, most only knew of her good deeds and were unaware of her true identity and weight.

“Understood, Lord Godfather. I will head there immediately.”

Litt seemed capable of showing that soft and brilliant smile to everyone.

Furthermore, it didn’t feel jarring or stiff; rather, it felt like facing an angel.

“Miss Litt need not be so respectful to me…”

But remembering that Litt was currently in disguise, he paused and repeated a guideline of the White Church’s public face:

“Under the witness of the Holy Light, within the Church, we are all equal brothers and sisters.”

“Your teachings, Godfather, Litt will keep them in mind.”

Litt curtsied slightly, her posture elegant and impeccable.

Her voice was also very soft, as if she had completely merged into every aspect of this role.

“Ahem…”

Seeing Litt like this, the Godfather coughed slightly with some nervousness:

“The Bishop has been waiting for you for a long time. Go quickly.”

“Alright.”

After bidding farewell to the Godfather, Litt immediately turned around.

With light steps, she walked toward the direction of the study where Bishop Otto was located.

As the distance to the study grew shorter, that flawless angelic smile did not diminish on her face in the slightest.

She stopped before the heavy oak door of the study and knocked lightly, producing a crisp and rhythmic sound.

“Please enter, Sister Litt.”

After receiving affirmation, Litt pushed the door open gently.

Her azure eyes then locked onto the blonde man behind the desk.

She closed the door and spoke softly to Otto.

“May I ask what you need from me, Lord Bishop?”

Otto put down his pen, scrutinizing Litt’s current appearance.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

“There are no outsiders here; you need not disguise yourself like this.”

Hearing Otto’s words, the angelic smile still hung on Litt’s face.

“How could it be a disguise?”

Litt was still smiling, but her tone seemed to have become a bit cold:

“After all…

the other Litt is currently watching this place from the shadows, right?”

“Your intuition is truly as sharp as ever.”

Only after confirming that Litt had not lost her personality did Otto speak with a smile.

“I really thought…

after wearing this mask for so long, you wouldn’t be able to take it off.”

“How is that possible?”

Litt regained her usual lazy tone while removing the mask from her face, returning to Letia’s appearance.

“Also, since I’ve already discovered you, the Litt hiding in the shadows…

it’s time you come out to meet me, isn’t it?”

Facing Litt’s words, Aila, who had been hiding in the dark, remained silent for a long time.

She glanced at Otto, and only after receiving his consenting gesture did she walk out from the shadows.

After Letia saw the real Litt, she couldn’t help but narrow her eyes.

Although the other girl looked extremely similar to her own disguised appearance, if one looked closely, there were actually many differences.

However, when she first molded “Litt’s” face, she had done so based on the script’s vague descriptions and appearance.

To achieve ninety percent similarity was already quite remarkable.