Evie Ariate’s hair was dyed in a mesmerizing aqua color.
Some of the nobles gasped at the astonishing change.
Since the erection of the Manyanya Tower 300 years ago, countless purifiers have called for Manyanya.
But among them, only the first saintess had dyed herself with the light of Manyanya.
A new miracle that realized the mystery only conveyed through literature, Evie Ariate closed her eyes and raised her voice.
The lake swayed following Evie’s pitch, and the wind rose. Evie’s long ceremonial robe and braided hair also swayed together.
As Evie’s tone rose, a blue light emerged from the bottom of the lake. The light emitted by the dormant Manyanya resonating with Evie’s sound.
The rippling surface of the lake now rapidly rotated as if it had met a small typhoon.
Though the wind blew harshly, Evie’s singing pierced through it and awakened Manyanya.
Whirling waves, spreading radiance, beautiful singing, and the holy girl standing in the center.
The nobles held their breath, unable to become accustomed to the spectacle, no matter how much they looked.
Some even felt the urge to kneel to Evie Ariate.
But Evie did not even give them the opportunity to prostrate.
Evie’s song accelerated and reached a high note. The water spout also grew more intense, following the sprinting Evie toward its climax.
This imperfect world, having violated the providence to avoid destruction, was not perfect.
Four dragons were there to supplement the broken world, but now even they had hidden away, leaving only legends beside the weak humans.
Evie felt that it was rather lonely. She thought it was truly pitiful that we were left alone in this incomplete world.
So she willingly sang.
Though an imperfect world, she raised her voice to live anyway.
Evie’s endlessly rising tone finally reached its climax, and along with it, Manyanya’s light flooded and covered the world.
When a strong light poured out, the nobles hurriedly closed their eyes. Even with their eyes closed, they clearly felt the surroundings brighten.
The gust that came along with it shook them. So the nobles crouched and discarded their dignity to avoid the shock.
After the storm had once passed, the world became calm again.
Those who felt the calm opened their eyes one by one. Then the peaceful lakeside scenery reflected in their unfamiliar eyes.
The light had already faded, and the water spout had long since subsided. Evie Ariate’s once bluedyed hair had also returned to black.
Everything was as it was before the purification ceremony, but one thing had changed.
The lake that had been filled with brackish water had suddenly become transparent, reflecting the midday sky like a mirror.
All that water had been purified. As if to confirm it, the boys of the tower scooped the lake water again and brought it to the terrace.
However, none of the nobles confirmed the taste of the water. It seemed like an insult to the miracle they had just witnessed, so the nobles just stared at Evie Ariate blankly.
So did Zion Laurel.
Zion could not take his eyes off Evie.
The astonishment was evident in his usually cold face.
Just then, Evie turned her head and looked at Zion sitting on the terrace.
Their eyes suddenly met, but Zion did not avoid Evie’s gaze.
Then Evie smiled faintly at Zion.
The smile seemed to ask, like this:
“Don’t I suit the saintess yet?”
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The purification ceremony was over.
Originally, the purification ceremony was a very monotonous and formal event that highranking nobles attended ceremoniously for the face of the tower.
But 2 years ago, with the appearance of Evie Ariate, the purification ceremony became a ceremony that ordinary nobles had to reserve seats for several months in advance, and you could only see after waiting for 40 days.
The status of Tienda’s nobility is not an exaggeration to say that it was divided into those who have seen and have not seen Evie’s purification ceremony.
The miracle presented by Evie Ariate was indeed extraordinary again today.
Certainly! Here is the translated passage:
So, the nobles, wrapped in joy, either basked in the afterglow, babbled amongst themselves, or sought Evie, the subject of this miracle.
But Evie herself, leaving behind the cheers and applause directed at her, was panting for breath in an empty warehouse.
“Oh my, I’m tired. Oh my, I’m going to die…”
Her previously holy appearance now colorless, Evie slumped down, letting out a wail. She had used up all her energy calling for Manyanaya.
She was utterly exhausted, but Evie had to hide quickly as soon as the purification ceremony was over. Consequently, her body was half wet as she couldn’t even change her clothes.
‘I’ll stay here until it quiets down a bit.’
Evie thought so, leaning against a giant crystal that was placed beside her.
Evie’s hiding place was full of minerals that looked like crystals. It was salt, the sea’s crystal, filtered by the blessing of Manyanaya.
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The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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