What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

Catherine also started an invitation to me with a shy smile.

"OK then...."

I sighed and followed.

I don't know why... I have a hunch...

There must be greater trouble waiting for me in the Holy Capital ahead.

18. Big sister, why are you staring at your father and giggling?

Under the escort of dozens of papal knights, a carriage marked with the coat of arms of the church was slowly driving on the country road.

Because it is a rural dirt road, it is naturally not as well maintained as the avenue officially built by the Holy See.There are still a lot of potholes and gravel along the way.

But for this seemingly inconspicuous church carriage, this degree of potholes will not have any impact on the comfort of passengers.Because the wind magic circle and the engraved stability magic pattern on the car will keep the car stable and provide the most comfortable experience for the passengers in the car at any time.

This is what the so-called "ecclesiastical luxury" means.

After all, according to the doctrines in the "Sacred Book", clergy, as servants of the heavenly Father, should always maintain humility and live a poor and pious life.

But theory... after all, it's just theory.

For these priests who hold the divine power in their hands and control countless manors, lands, and serfs...nothing can stop them from squandering the money in their hands and enjoying everything that they bring as slaves of the gods.

But since the name of the church is still hung, then the priests naturally cannot be like the group of aristocratic tubaos, blatantly drunk and drunk.

After all, they have been preaching "suffering" and "endurance" to those poor believers!

If it is the blatant luxury like the nobles, the rhetoric that fools others' suffering will not be so effective.

So... the ecclesiastical luxury has always been such a sneaky way.

The seemingly unsurprising carriage...but inside it carries a magic circle worth thousands of gold coins...it looks like a patched vest, but the fabric is made of sky silk from the east... ...All these, over time, formed a secretly extravagant genre, and even began to be imitated by some nobles chasing trends.

Sister Catherine had heard of this style of high-level church.

But she, who has always lived a simple life, doesn't believe it, and even thinks this is a rumor fabricated by people with ulterior motives.

But I saw it today.... There is a cave in the plain-looking carriage, which not only carries two expensive magic circles, but even the cushions are made of velvet.

How can we not shock Catherine?

She has always lived a poor life, even just sitting here, she will feel ashamed!

But compared to the problems within these churches...

At this moment, the girl's attention was more focused on the pair of father and daughter sitting opposite her.

Looking at the excited daughter, and the father who answered the naive question with a wry smile.

There was a strange emotion in the girl's heart.

"Linden Figure..."

She silently watched the young man's face, and recited his name in her heart.

In fact, until now, she is still a little unwilling to believe... This teenager who looks only seventeen or eighteen years old is already the father of a girl.

But.... The cruel facts were placed in front of me, everything seemed so irrefutable.

Even if I have more doubts and disbelief, I can only choose to accept all this.

But for some reason, the girl's heart is inexplicably lost...

"What am I thinking about...Mr. Lindentu even if he has a child...what does it have to do with me?"

Catherine shook her head and warned herself desperately.

But there was still a voice in her heart that kept telling her: There is a relationship, of course there is a relationship.

Otherwise, how could he take the initiative to take on this task?

Yesterday in St. Peter's Church, the girl just heard that the matter was related to the Empress Frost, so she did not hesitate to take over the search job.

Because in the girl's heart, she really missed the boy named Lindentu, and worried about what happened to him.

This is the first hero she has seen in her life... and the first warrior who truly dares to fight evil!

In the past, although Catherine heard countless legends of heroes fighting against the devil and evil, and helping the weak and the strong in the hymns of the church.

But no matter how tactful the language of those hymns are, how evocative the deeds of those heroes are... after all, they are just empty praises.

Although Catherine believed in these legends, there was still another layer of feeling.I feel that the characters in these poems are still too far away from me.Some do not believe that there is such a dedication to others in the world.

But that day... In Frankfurt, the boy named Lindentu stood in front of him alive like that.

He was covered in blood and led thousands of prisoners, killed out of the dungeon of the abyss devil!

At that moment... Catherine felt as if she had seen the heroes in the epic, walked out of the parchment and oil painting, and stood in front of her alive!

Even when the devil came, he stepped forward and saved himself!

More importantly... he is still his mission target, the object that the cardinal requires that he must be approached even if he sacrifices his innocence.

How can this not let the girl's mind be full of imagination?

If before the meeting, she still had some fear or disgust for Lindentu.

So after seeing the real person, she at least didn't dislike the young man, and was even a little curious.

I wonder what kind of person this young man who is the son of Linden Wan is like...

But soon, this kind of curiosity turned into deep grief!

She almost saw the wounded young man who was snatched from her arms by the Frost Empress!

Then, helplessly witnessed, Empress Hanshuang played and ravaged the boy.

The blade shining with silver-white light and the bright red blood that kept wafting, hit her heart like a heavy hammer.

Tell her that there is an existence in this world that she can't match and doesn't make sense at all.

Tell her... Even a hero who denies himself to others may become a plaything in the hands of evil and suffer torture!

This is completely contrary to what she has always known!

So, since that day, Catherine has been thinking of the boy named Lindentu.

Although, the cardinal later told her to suspend the mission.

But she just couldn't restrain the impulse to think about Lindentu, worrying about his fate.

Maybe it's day and night dreaming...

After a long time, the boy named Lindentu occasionally appeared in Catherine's dream.

Most of the time, it is to reproduce the battlefield and bloody scenes of that day.

But there will be some times.... It will be some shameful, unspeakable dreams.

Catherine felt.... This must have something to do with the "swallows" of the Intelligence Department.In order to perform the task before, they taught themselves a lot of shameful knowledge.

There are some of the contents, a simple girl will feel hot on her cheeks just thinking about it.This was really too exciting for her, who had always thought that the child was a gift from Heavenly Father.

In addition, for more than ten years... Catherine has been growing up in the monastery and has hardly contacted men.Even if there are, they are only a few clergymen who are older.

So... for a young girl, it was the first time she had some contact with a youthful boy like Lindentu... Naturally, she was also deeply impressed...

Just when Catherine was alone.

Suddenly, she found a small hand dangling in front of her.

"Big sister! Big sister!"

I saw that little fairy loli approached the girl, blinked curiously, and said:

"Why are you staring at my dad and giggling?"

19. If I could be the mother of this child...

"No...No.... There is no such thing!"

After hearing the girl's question clearly, Catherine was shocked.Hastened to deny it.

"is it?"

Little Lori frowned in confusion, she tilted her head and looked at Catherine and asked:

"But people have just seen your big sister staring at your father in a daze?"

The little girl's question made the nun feel guilty.

Because... I did just stare at Lindentu and saw God, and I was still thinking about some weird things.

Of course, even so, it is absolutely impossible for the nun to admit these in person.

But little Lolita's innocent and innocent gaze in front of her made her feel flustered...so she didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Ooo, ooo .... how can I face in front of a child, his father cranky it? Woo ah ..... really .... really a shameless!"

Thinking of this, Catherine's face flushed.

She incoherently explained to the little loli in front of her:

"No...it's not...sister...sister was there just now..."

"The big sister thinks that Dad is very good-looking, so she keeps staring at it?"

At this time, Little Lolita interrupted again and interrupted Miss Sister's explanation.

She looked back at Lindentu, smiled, and said:

"Actually, I also think my father is very good-looking~ That's why I always like him so much~"

After speaking, little Lolita turned her head again, staring straight into Catherine's eyes, and said:

"Of course... No matter what, my mother is still the most beautiful~ Whether it is a father or a big sister, no mother is as good-looking~"

For some reason, Catherine always felt that the look in Little Lori's eyes seemed to have no meaning, and it also revealed a kind of maturity that did not belong to this age.

Even, there are some warnings in it.

But it was just a flash.

Soon, little Lolita affectionately took the hand of the nun, and asked with some worry:

"People say that, big sister, you won't be angry?"

"No...no... of course not..."

Seeing little Lolita’s smile like a flower, Catherine immediately dispelled all her doubts, and then held little Lolita’s hand and said:

"Big sister, how can you be angry with you?"

"really?"

Little Lori's eyes lit up immediately.

"Really."

Catherine smiled and nodded.

She immediately plunged into Catherine's arms and said:

"Thank you, big sister.... In fact, in the eyes of others, big sister is also very beautiful! Of course..."

Having said that, she paused for a while and looked back at Lindentu:

"Mum is still the most beautiful... Dad, are you right?"

"Of course... of course..."

Catherine noticed that Lindentu's expression became stiff, and she continued with a wry smile.

"Of course it is Aisha you...you...mother is the most beautiful!"

"Hehe.... I'll just say yes!"

In the hearts of all children, it is true that only the mother is the most beautiful woman.