Hearing Letia’s words, even Otto couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.
He was a bit surprised — surprised why Letia’s brain… had suddenly started working.
However, that surprise was only a flash.
Otto quickly regained his composure, his face once again wearing that same fake, skin-deep smile.
“Why do you think that?”
“Earlier, I asked you about your motive for seeking God, but you didn’t answer directly. Instead, you shifted the conversation to the philosophy of the soul. Combined with that expression you just had, looking like you were missing someone, this bold guess popped into my head. You aren’t trying to resurrect someone, are you?”
After hearing Letia’s explanation, Otto chuckled silently and couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
Even though this little girl, Letia, didn’t use her brain much, her intuition was as sharp as ever.
“The reason for this…”
Otto finally spoke, his voice still steady but seemingly veiled in a thicker mist, “…is far more complicated than what you can imagine right now.”
He didn’t directly confirm it, nor did he flatly deny Letia’s guess.
However, this ambiguous attitude was, in itself, a thought-provoking admission.
He slowly took a step forward, casting his gaze toward the distant horizon as if trying to pierce through the clouds to look at some unreachable place.
“In my view, death… is not the end of everything.”
His voice was low and distant, and his tone became somewhat heavy.
“But crossing that boundary to resurrect a departed soul — that is definitely not a power attainable by mortal means.”
“Becoming a god is a known possibility in this world, and I… want to try.”
After saying this, Otto didn’t linger.
He turned and walked toward the depths of the Sacred Heart Monastery.
Only after he turned away did Letia feel that his silhouette looked so lonely and sunken.
It was as if he were a shell that should have died long ago; everything he did seemed like he was chasing a shadow that had long since departed.
It wasn’t until his back completely disappeared that Letia snapped back to her senses.
‘Something’s not right.’
More questions arose in her heart at this moment.
Based on her knowledge of Otto, if he really wanted to achieve a goal, he would absolutely use everything at his disposal.
He was part of the Holy Church, so why… did he also have an identity within the White Church?
If it was to resurrect someone, the White Church was definitely something he could use and sacrifice directly.
But he didn’t seem to have any intention or plan to do so.
Could it be that the person who died was somehow related to the White Church?
Letia retracted her thoughts and, carrying immense doubt, quietly slipped into the White Church’s Sacred Heart Monastery.
The White Church was the deeply rooted state religion of the Kingdom of Winter.
The core doctrine it preached was less about a broad “love for all things” and more… about striving to construct a nearly perfect “Utopian” world picture.
A Fantasy Land where classes were eliminated, everyone was equal, and it was filled with benevolence and order.
In the relatively peaceful territory of the Kingdom of Winter, where resources could still be maintained, this idealized blueprint naturally attracted countless believers longing for tranquility.
However, once leaving the warm swaddling clothes of the Kingdom of Winter and stepping into the vast world outside that followed the raw law of the jungle, the White Church’s doctrines were like rootless duckweed, unable to move an inch.
In this world, the law of the jungle was the main theme.
Many people in her previous life lived in a peaceful era and had long forgotten this point.
In fact… even if one traced back the long river of time in her previous life… wasn’t it also soaked in the colors of blood, tears, and plunder?
The land she was in now merely exposed the cruel essence of the survival competition more undisguisedly.
At the moment, Letia was hiding alone in a secluded library within the Sacred Heart Monastery, her fingertips tracing the ancient scriptures and records of the White Church on yellowed pages.
She was a bit confused right now.
According to her experience and knowledge from her previous life, religion… regardless of how beautiful its slogans were, its essence was ultimately a massive machine constructed by interwoven power and interests.
Its core purpose was nothing more than control and extraction.
However, the documents of the White Church before her eyes — that nearly obsessive pure idealism revealed between the lines, those meticulous descriptions and pursuits of equality and universal love…
“Is the White Church really trying to create some sort of Utopia?”
Letia muttered to herself, then put down the Holy Scripture.
Although in her heart, she knew very well that this was impossible.
Even a virtual game with infinite resources couldn’t achieve such a beautiful dream, let alone reality.
But she wouldn’t mock the ideals and doctrines of the White Church.
After all, as the saying goes — there are no failures on the road to pursuing one’s dreams.
At least they were really working hard for it, weren’t they?
The Kingdom of Winter, a place barely the size of a palm, was enough to contend with the Sun-Moon Empire, which was several times larger.
The contribution of the White Church in this was not small.
But after reading so many things, Letia still hadn’t found any clues about the person Otto wanted to resurrect.
Just as Letia was thinking, the library door was pushed open.
Seeing this, Letia immediately dove into the shadows.
At the same time, she shifted her gaze toward the door.
Although it was a bit backlit, she still saw clearly who the visitor was.
The Real Litt?
What was she doing here?
Letia was a bit puzzled but still kept her eyes locked on the other’s every move.
However, after Litt scanned the library once, her gaze quickly fell upon the corner where Letia was hiding.
‘Have I been discovered?’
Just as Letia was thinking, The Real Litt spoke.
“Miss Litt, come out. I mean no harm.”
Hearing these words, Letia’s heart sank.
Although the library was small, she hadn’t expected the other party to find her so easily.
According to the description in the Script, wasn’t Litt’s setting that of a weak and helpless nun with no real power?
Why did The Real Litt in front of her not look like that at all?
‘Could she also be hiding her strength?’
Regardless of how she was discovered, Letia stepped out from the shadows.
“Oh my~ I accidentally stumbled into your library. You won’t be angry, will you?”
“The Lord is inclusive. Seeing you study the scriptures so earnestly, he naturally won’t blame you. If the Lord is not angry, then naturally I won’t be either.”
Hearing this string of religious rhetoric, Letia sighed and said helplessly, “Speak, my dear Miss Litt. May I ask what business you have with me? I don’t think you dragged me out of the shadows just to have a casual chat.”
When Ella heard Letia’s words, she still wore a warm and sunny smile.
“Litt… oh, that’s not right. Miss Letia, you must have misunderstood something.”
“I am not the Litt you are playing. I have my own name — Ella.”
At the end of the day she like Red.