under hope

Just as foretold in the dream, on the night of the ceremony, there were no stars in the sky, only a blood-red full moon hung.

Today, the residents got up early and started making preparations for the ceremony before dawn.

Flora huddled up in the quilt and shivered. Although she was mentally prepared, she was still very scared at this moment.

Victor has been missing since yesterday, and his father has been depressed all day.

"Miss Flora! Please go to the church quickly!"

The priest's voice sounded from the window, which made Flora curl up even tighter.

"Let her rest more! The ceremony starts in the afternoon, doesn't it?"

The earl's voice sounded beside her.

"Even so, the lady still needs to make final preparations in advance, Lord Earl."

The priest saluted at the window and then left.

"Flora..."

The Earl sat beside her bed and looked at his trembling daughter curled up in a ball. The old general who had fought on the battlefield shed tears of distress.

"I'm sorry, Furala, I thought about escaping from here, but all the main roads are inhabited by citizens."

"I think someone must have tried to escape before but was discovered."

Hearing her father's hoarse voice, Furala stopped trembling and got out of the quilt.

"Dad..."

Flora threw herself at the old earl who was in tears, and nestled tightly into her father's broad chest.

"Dad, where is Victor?"

Fora La asked.

"He has important things to do and left here yesterday."

The earl did not inform his daughter about the destruction. Although the priest sympathized with the sacrifices, he was also a full believer in the moon god.

The earl was worried that the old priest would notice something strange. After all, many similar things had happened before.

"When will he come back? Dad, I want to see Victor again."

Fora La asked again.

"Don't worry, he will show up at the right time. Now, it's time to go to the church, otherwise the old priest should come and call."

The count patted Flora's back, kissed his daughter's forehead again, and then stood up and left. After the count left, Flora silently put on the red wedding dress that the old priest gave to her yesterday. Walking stiffly towards the church

"Ah, you are here, miss."

Looking at Furala who dutifully put on the red wedding dress, the old priest showed a satisfied smile.

"Very good, miss. Please sit here. I still need to braid my hair."

The old priest stood behind a chair holding a wooden comb and motioned for Furala to sit over.

"This dress is tight on the chest, Priest."

Furala sat on the chair and complained to the priest unhappily.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss, this dress was worn by the previous lady and we didn't have time to customize it for you."

"You see, your omen dreams come early, usually on the morning of the ceremony."

The old priest first used a wooden comb to comb Furala's hair smoothly, and then began to braid her hair.

"Miss Furala, I repeat to you, do not open your eyes after entering the forest."

While the old priest was braiding his hair, he asked the rules again.

"Got it, am I sitting in a carriage?"

Fora La asked.

"Yes, ma'am. Those horses know the way, so you don’t have to worry."

The old priest is already very familiar with this fixed process, and the braids were finished quickly.

"Okay, miss, now I’m going to tell you something more private."

The old priest put down the wooden comb and closed the church door.

"What's the meaning?"

Fu Lala, who was sitting on the chair, asked uneasily.

"Miss, I think you have heard many rumors, but please remember that the moon god is benevolent."

The old priest suddenly said seriously

"When the carriage stops, the Moon God will first confirm whether you are pure. After passing the test, you will give birth to the Son of God."

"Don't worry, your soul will be taken away only if you resist. You can still come back if you give birth to the Son of God."

The old priest showed a kind smile, but this smile made Flora shudder.

No, she will not dedicate her pure heart to the terrible god she has never met. She will resist.

"Okay, that's all I have to say, let's eat, miss."

The old priest served Furala a sumptuous dish, and then went to guide the preparations for the ceremony.

Furala secretly hid the knife while eating.

Time passed quickly, and the ceremony had begun. Furala Flora was also sent to the carriage by the old priest.

Victor still didn't come back, and Flora was very disappointed. After all, she might never see Victor again.

Sitting in the carriage, Flora closed her eyes tightly. Listening to the almost crazy prayers of the old priest and the people

""Dong dong"

Suddenly there was a knocking sound under the carriage, and Furala immediately became alert, but due to the priest's instructions, she did not dare to open her eyes.

"who is it?" she shouted.

No one around responded, only the sound of the horse's breathing could be heard.

"Great God of the Moon, here we dedicate our divine wife to you!"

After the last prayer fell, the horse took steps and walked slowly towards the Moon Forest.

The sound of the turning wheels was like a countdown. With each turn, Flora's heartbeat accelerated by one minute. The scarlet moon smiled playfully. Then it rose into the night sky, the stars were expelled by Him, and the entire territory was shrouded in ominous light.

The carriage stopped, Flora held her breath, but the heart in her chest beat frequently due to nervousness.

Her limbs moved quickly Feeling pain, as if being pierced by something, Furala couldn't help but moan.

"Bang!"

The baffle under the carriage seat was knocked open, and Victor's reassuring voice sounded beside her:

"Finally waited for this moment, Furala."

Victor picked up Furala, and the pain in his limbs disappeared instantly, and his nervousness relaxed.

"Victor?"

Fora La wanted to open her eyes in disbelief, but Victor stopped her.

"Wait a minute, Furala."

Fura La's eyelids felt a warm feeling, and then Victor put himself back on the car seat.

"Please wait a moment, I will kill the gods!"

Now, Victor can be regarded as seeing the abominable Moon God.

——Eight long arms, a tall and burly body, a big mouth full of fangs and a huge evil eye

"How dare you stop me?"

The god released a blue ray from his one eye, but it was blocked by Victor with his flame-shaped sword.

"That's...the Sword of the Sun?!"

Looking at the holy sword that once cut off one of his eyes, the Moon God was extremely horrified.

At this moment, passionate music seemed to be ringing all around, and the exciting horn was playing in Furala's heart, and also in Vic's high-spirited heart. Play with much heart

"It's time to end your evil ritual!"

Victor raised his sword high and jumped up, stabbing the huge one eye of the Moon God.

"No! Damn the sun! It’s that dazzling sun again!"

Victor leapt forward with dazzling light all over his body, and the flame-shaped sword blade was wrapped in sun flames and pierced into the eyes of the Moon God.

"it's all over!"

Victor used force again, and the sword blade penetrated deeper. The flames of the sun burned the Moon God from the inside, burning him to ashes.

The red moon disappeared into the night sky, and the bright stars gradually emerged. Victor Duoye fell to the ground safely

"Victor!"

Fora La stepped out of the carriage and happily threw herself into the arms of her loved one.

"Flora..."

The words were blocked as soon as they reached his mouth. At this moment, Victor only had Flora in his eyes.

The sweetness surged into the knight's heart again. This time, his lover would never leave. He left

……

""Wow!"

The curtain closed, and the audience burst into warm applause. Today was the first opening of the Theocracy Theater.

When the curtain opened again, all the actors stood in a row on the stage and bowed deeply to the audience. Bow.

In a VIP viewing seat upstairs, Ella, who was wearing a beautiful dress, clapped her hands and rolled her eyes at the side.

"This is what you told me about the Moon God.’？"

Ella said angrily

"I’ll tell you later, but now let’s enjoy the drama, there’s another one."

The man sitting next to Ella smiled, put his arm around Ella's shoulders, and turned her head towards the stage with his hands.

"Well, let’s just call it a date."

Ella was still a little happy. She rested her head on the man's arm with peace of mind, looking forward to the next performance.