(Why?)
Liz was taken aback. From the bottom of my heart, "Why? Why did Olivia say this when she found the door?
"It's no joke it's a redo of selection!?
"Again from scratch... you're lying!
From the feet of the blue priests, an inadvertently black little thing jumped onto Liz. I remembered the black light of the fake Virgin and her body was stiffened, but soon found out it was different.
Black leopard. The black leopard on the floor jumped.
It wasn't toward Liz either, it was toward the Holy Dragon that was flying around Liz.
To the white belly of the astonishing Sacred Dragon, the black leopard hit him with all his might. No cat punch, leopard punch?
"Gu!?," said the holy dragon with a distorted face, spitting out pieces of the mirror.
About the size of Liz's palm. That was part of Liz's "door" hand mirror. He reigned in the belly of the Holy Dragon and carried it to Liz's chamber, where he managed to assemble it again but it didn't work.
(I was still there)
Is it the last piece? Glittering, he fell to the floor.
Moment after moment, I had a feeling something was going on. It's like being offered a heart with my bare hands. I'm missing something. I have a feeling about that.
Liz ran and approached. Squeeze your head.
Pieces of mirror. Reflect the true appearance of that person.
So when the Holy Dragon found this mirror in the First Temple, there would of course have been a view of the Holy Dragon there. Did Holy Dragon care about his rounded shape? On the mirror I stared at inadvertently as I dreamed, is the true appearance of the Holy Dragon -.
……
I got goosebumps all over my body.
No way. But it's possible.
Instead, why didn't you think about it before? Did you assume that the door was gone and your thoughts had stopped?
As impetuous as scolding his silly self, he bit his lips well, and Liz glanced vigorously at the Holy Dragon flying around his shoulder.
I guess you figured out what that gaze meant, "Shit," Saint Dragon rushes to try to escape. I quickly caught there with both hands.
"Cu!?
I did not mind the face of the Holy Dragon moving the jitters and the four legs as I was surprised, and I lashed them on the pieces of the mirror placed on the floor.
The pieces are small, not showing all the faces of the Holy Dragon, but adequate.
(... after all)
Is this exactly what breathtaking thoughts are about?
It was not the face of the Holy Dragon today that was reflected in the pieces of the mirror. The Holy Dragon is the Holy Dragon, but it was not the way it is now smaller, but the stern face of the great Holy Dragon when it came out of the fruit.
That's right. This is a mirror that shows what the truth looks like.
So at the First Temple then, Saint Dragon stared into the mirror as if it were a dream by accident, not because it was Liz's "door" -.
"Shilo!!
"Cu!?
I pulled the cheeks of the Holy Dragon, angrily, left and right, trying to escape again.
"Gu -!?"
At that time, the Holy Dragon was staring into the mirror so that it could eat in, not because it was Liz's door.
Holy Dragon saw himself in the mirror when he came out of the fruit. Tough, dressed, and "what it is" before it gets round.
Liz dropped her shoulder disappointingly. Rage is bigger than anger. And my own nagging that I believed in. I'm angry at myself for being a fool who lacked calm. Whoa! And I ripped my hair off with both hands.
The Holy Dragon is also quiet as he just reflected, "Cu......" and drooling his ears powerless.
He turned his warm eyes to the black leopard, as the present Virgin condemned him. Black leopard shrugs his shoulder. "I just plucked a fight because the Holy Dragon is blind. It would be Liz herself who noticed. Well, they saved my life," he said.
"Wasn't that Liz's door? Then there are other doors..."
Lloyd crumbled and opened his eyes.
"Where's the real door!?
There is still hope. I remembered trying to hold the Holy Dragon and run out to find it now. The words the Chief Cleric said when he was told what the final selection was. Yeah, I did say, "Calm down."
"Liz," Olivia called out. Turning around, Olivia had a very calm look on her face.
"Calm down and put your ear to your heart. Be honest with yourself. That way we'll find the door. I was found."
Liz nodded. Yes. That's what the Chief Cleric said.
I took a big, deep breath and slowly closed my eyes.
(Honestly, I turn my ear to my heart...)
Liz's body was engulfed in light. A majestic, mysterious, white light everywhere. Then the brilliance also emanated from the body of the Holy Dragon. Even with my eyes closed, I could see that.
"Cu-"
The Holy Dragon rang high. Fly away with your wings wide open.
Liz followed.
The holy dragon, wrapped in white and soft light, flies to its heart without ever looking back.
Liz went after him desperately.
Leaving the festival, we head east through the corridors of the Second Temple where we spent time with Claire, Natalie, Anna and Rebecca.
Olivia and I ran through the Ninth Tower Gate with a mirror appeared. The door to the tower gate is closed.
But the flying momentum of the Holy Dragon remains unchanged. I stuck it out of my head without hesitation. Danger! At the moment I thought, the door of the tower gate opened without sound, as the Holy Dragon had summoned to the light.
In front of Liz, who is taken aback, the Holy Dragon entered the First Temple, where he defeated the false Virgin. Push through the long corridors where the statues line up at equal intervals. Liz also rushed off again.
Not popular. The area is quiet. Even in front of the room where he defeated Hades, who turned into a fake Virgin, the Holy Dragon jumps through without doing a glance.
Just as we know where we're going. With an unmistakable look, just look forward.
(How far are you going?
I feel like I've come a long way back. When I was about to get a little anxious, I accidentally stopped Saint Dragon from moving on. It's in front of the door in the poking room. He rested his wings quietly and drooped his head toward the door as if it were a supreme salute.
"Is this...?
room in the deepest part of the First Temple. The door there shines white.
"Cu," Saint Dragon turned with a clear face. Unlike in the time of the First Temple, the crushed red eyes are full of certainty.
"... No way"
(Now it's my 'door'?
I was shocked. Is the "door" really the door itself?
What was the word the clergyman said at the start of the final selection: "The door may be the cover of the book, or it may be the handles of the cup"? I wanted to be a little evil.
"Cu."
Saint Dragon lowered his head small in front of the door. Towards Liz, roughly.
He approached the door of the room, suppressing a fast heart beat.
When I gently laid my hands on the chilly stone door, the light grew stronger. Blinkingly majestic light envelops Liz.
A keyhole appeared in the center of the door.
Liz breathed. Anna, who was a candidate, said. He said a "keyhole" appeared on the "door".
(Then this is really my "door" -)
Liz swallowed her breath and held the key lowered from her neck with her trembling hands. The moment I remembered when I first met Lloyd.
In front of Emilia's mansion in the village, when I first met her, she asked me about the keys. I wonder why Liz asked me then. If you're just a civilian who doesn't even have magic, you look like...
The door increased its brilliance. Liz, who returned to me, plugged the key in with her trembling hand.
It was handy. Turning the key slowly, the door opened with a chatter and a small metal noise. As if to welcome Liz in.
"This room...?"
The moment I stepped inside, I lost my word.
The floors and walls are white on one side. From the long window to the floor, which reaches near the ceiling, a number of light has fallen, bringing up fine texts decorated on the floor.
"Beautiful..."
The more unexpected sighs leaked, the more beautiful and fantastic the room was again.
Behind the room where I was wondering if there was anything, a white table is placed a step higher. There lay a white silk woven fabric, with a glowing crown on top of it.
A luxurious crown embedded with a number of white gems.
I knew at a glance. There is only one such thing in the world, that the Virgin of this Astoria country is the crown to wear.
(Well, then, this room is-)
Twitching, conflicting feelings of joy like awe.
This is a cathedral. A place used by generations of Virgin to pray.
The crown glowed unexpectedly. White and pale light. Liz took it in her hand to be invited.
The crown's light grew stronger as it echoed. It's as if you recognized the one you took in your hand.
At that moment, I was convinced. He said he was chosen for this crown.
I don't know if you ask me why. But like Anna and Olivia said, Liz also figured it out. I found the door and figured out what it meant to get into my mind -.
From behind, I heard a number of sighs. Not a single thing is full of surprises and discomforts. I'm happy with the results, that's what it sounded like.
At the same time, there was a soft rubbing sound. To overlap as many as you can.
Liz turned around.
……
The chief clergyman and the clergymen were on one knee on the floor looking up at Liz. It is the light of respect, obedience, and certainty that dwells in many black eyes.
To the sight in front of her, Liz breathed. I don't think it's very real.
The present Virgin, standing beside the clergy, laughed.
"That's the end of the final selection, right? 'The door' did show."
In front of the clergy, the serious-faced clergyman opened his mouth heavily.
"With this life and pride, our priests will serve you for the rest of your life"
He stared gently at Liz as she stood up, slowly and politely bowing her head.
"The Next Virgin, Dear Liz Stefan"
The living priests drowned their heads as they continued. Approximately, with the highest salute.
I got eyes on Lloyd, who was at the far end. He had a grin that looked more satisfying than I had ever seen before. And I bowed my head just like all the other clerics.
Liz became stunned. My head is white and my thoughts are stopped. Yet my body trembles. I don't know if that's from awe or if it's samurai tremor.
(I am the next Virgin......?
Even if my heart knows, I can't keep my head on.
Silence ruled the neighborhood. In front of Liz, who doesn't come out like words are jammed in the back of her throat, the priests keep bowing their heads without wandering.
inadvertently,
"Cu-!!"
And the holy dragon, which was flying around near the ceiling, rang high.
As I echoed it, the present Virgin began to smile and applaud. The kings and heavy ministers who stood on its opposite side followed it.
Rebecca behind the clerics hits her hands full of strength with a crying face. The mistletoe on the chest must be surprised.
Olivia, standing next to it, also smiled and said, "Congratulations!" in the form of a mouth. The penguin also has a bright red face, hitting both wings hard, petite and watery applause.
"Cu!"
The Holy Dragon, who was swirling near the ceiling, stood down to Liz's shoulder delighted.
(- I am the next Virgin......)
It's true. It's the next Virgin. It's settled. There was twitching and joy as my bright white head cleared up.
Filled with fullness from top of head to toe. No more joy.
The desire to cry mixed with the desire to laugh, and Liz looked at Keefa with a frightened face.
Next to the present Virgin, Keefa stares back, clapping with a heartfelt happy smile. The moment my eyes met, I laughed as Keefa blessed me with an even happier face.
In front of me, the clergyman and Lloyd, and the clergymen, who keep their heads down on one knee on the floor.
The present Virgin smiling satisfactorily. Kings and heavy ministers. Rebecca on Olivia.
Liz looked around at them with a trembling body, shaky eyes.
The sun falling from the window melts Liz's white hair, her face, into the light.
In a white, shining light, Liz laughed slowly thanking everyone. With a heartfelt smile...