I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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"I'll keep you in suspense for now and let Master make the choice himself."

The woman looked at Twelve Nights again.

"I've said everything I need to say. I can't guarantee what I've said is true. The devil's guarantee sounds ridiculous. The choice is yours."

Twelve Nights pondered: This woman was indeed a demon, but should demons die? Could they not be saved?

She was an orphan, and she saw the coldness and warmth of human relationships more clearly than anyone else.

Sometimes, people are more terrifying than demons.

She was gambling, gambling on the devil's kindness.

But should she gamble?

She shouldn't have, but she just wanted to gamble; everything she had was won through gambling.

At this moment, Twelve Nights' beautiful eyes were filled with determination.

"Okay, I can accept you."

The woman smiled.

But before they could even rejoice, Feng Zejian beat them to it.

"Now it's truly my turn to shine."

A parchment appeared in Feng Zejian's hand.

The contract above is written in English.

“This devilish lady said earlier that she would let her master make the choice first.”

Feng Zejian handed the contract to the woman.

"This is a contract, a replica of a real contract I've seen, but I think it should work here, since demons value contracts, right?"

The woman looked at the contents of the contract.

Although the font is somewhat unclear, the meaning is very simple: it is a master-servant contract.

"I'm sorry, I can't sign this contract."

Feng Zejian frowned.

"Are the conditions too harsh? Or are you not sincere?"

The woman shook her head.

“No, I’ve said before that I am a part of her, but not her. I can’t use her real name, so I can’t sign my name.”

Feng Zejian crossed his arms.

"That's easy. You give yourself a new name and become a new individual, independent of her."

"I don't know what name I should give myself." As a vassal, as a former part of the group, she had never thought about a name, nor would she ever think about it; she couldn't come up with one.

At that moment, Twelve Nights suddenly said, "Twelve Nights, this is my name, the name I gave myself, and now I'm sharing it with you."

The woman looked at Twelve Nights quietly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Are you really willing?"

Twelve Nights nodded.

"Ah."

The contract showed two Twelve Nights, and the parchment contract vanished, turning into a thread connecting the two Twelve Nights.

The two drew close, merged, and finally became one.

At that moment, the entire space began to collapse, and then everything went black.

When Shierye woke up, he found himself lying in Fengzejian's arms.

An excessively beautiful woman was quietly watching all of this.

Feng Zejian also woke up and looked at the beautiful woman.

"Wangchuan, thank you for your hard work."

The River of Oblivion transformed back into a blade, merging into Feng Zejian's body.

Twelve Nights has become somewhat unsurprised.

Immediately afterward, Feng Zejian turned to communicate with Shierye.

"Master, how are you feeling?"

Twelve Nights nodded.

"I'm fine, I don't feel anything special."

Kaze looked at the cross in Twelve Nights' hand, which was also a way of subduing the demon.

So now, only the nun and the angel are left.

"That devilish lady just said that the ritual has reached its final stage, so what should we do?"

Twelve Nights' right eye turned into a demon's eye.

"My name is now Twelve Nights, please call me by that name."

"As for the final ceremony, follow that nun; her spirit will guide you there."

Feng Zejian was somewhat surprised.

"Won't she hurt us?"

A cold smile curled at the right corner of Twelve Nights' mouth.

"It's not quite appropriate for you to say that."

The two left the room, while the ghost nun stood in the right-hand corridor as if she were waiting for them.

The two followed the ghost nun step by step.

The Ghost Nun is Sister Laura, except that she has lost her human complexion, becoming ashen and pale, and has lost her ability to speak, making her smile somewhat terrifying.

The gloom that shrouds the entire town is not caused by demons, but by angels, fallen angels, and twisted people, which have created the current situation.

To the outside world, all of this was said to be caused by the devil.

Some people only want the outside world to see what they want it to see; the truth is not important, what matters most is what they want to see.

The two followed the ghost nun to the door of a basement.

The ghost nun stopped, as if there was an invisible barrier preventing her from entering.

Twelve Nights went forward to try to open the door, but when he put his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly felt a burning sensation.

Startled, Twelve Nights withdrew his hand.

Feng Zejian pushed Shier Ye aside.

"Master, let me do it."

Feng Zejian drew Wangchuan in preparation for demolishing the door, but when he slashed it, the door was perfectly fine.

Feng Zejian frowned; this was the first time he had encountered something that Wangchuan couldn't cut.

Feng Zejian put away the River of Oblivion and chose to become ethereal, but he was bounced out as soon as he entered.

Feng Zejian moved his neck.

That's really interesting. I don't believe it won't open.

Despite the risk of getting burned, Feng Zejian used me on the doorknob. There was no burning sensation, and the door opened as soon as Feng Zejian turned the knob.

Not only was Feng Zejian stunned, but Twelve Nights and the Ghost Nun were also at a loss.

Is it that easy to open?

But the most shocking one was another Twelve Nights.

She knew the restrictions on this better than anyone, and she also knew how powerful that angel's unique holiness was.

Just now, when I touched it, the thing inside was resisting me, but it wasn't resisting Feng Zejian.

That means that thing couldn't resist Feng Zejian, or that it approved of Feng Zejian.

Feng Zejian pushed open the basement door, and the moment everyone entered, white flames lit up the surroundings.

The interior was quite spacious, with densely packed incantations on the ground, as if telling everyone that a grand ceremony had once been held here.

In the center of the magic circle is a coffin.

Lying inside was the nun herself. At this moment, she had a rosy complexion and did not look dead at all. Moreover, her body was intact and her skin was smooth. She looked like a young girl, completely different from the nun at that time. This was probably Victoria's masterpiece.

The nun held a long, narrow crystal that emitted colorful light in her hands.

Upon arriving at this place, Fengzejian was somewhat perplexed.

What should I do now?

Chapter 418 A Church Amidst Flames, Planting Seeds of Love in the Heart

Twelve Nights pulled on Feng Zejian's arm and took two steps back, leaving space for the ghost nun.

The ghost nun picked up the colorful crystal.

Two lines of clear tears rolled down her cheeks, and she couldn't help but murmur:

“Victoria…”

As the ghost nun wept, the light emanating from the crystal coalesced into a beautiful, holy angel. The angel smiled, extended a finger, and wiped away the nun's tears, responding:

"Why are you crying?"

Hearing the familiar voice, the nun's soul trembled, and she abruptly raised her head to look at the person in front of her.

What were originally just two lines of clear tears became even more torrents.

However, those were tears of joy.

"Victoria, I love you."

The ghost nun eagerly expressed her love.

"Me too, Laura, I love you."

The two embraced and kissed as if their souls were intertwined, saying the words they hadn't spoken that day, and doing the things they hadn't finished, or rather, hadn't had time to do.

The ghost nun also became less frightening and as beautiful as her original form.

In this situation, Feng Zejian couldn't help but hum a dirge.

It's like a regular feature of these moments; he always loses control of himself at these times.

However, this will not disturb the warm atmosphere in front of you; on the contrary, it will make you feel that it is the icing on the cake.

Girls are always prone to tears, and seeing all this, Twelve Nights couldn't help but shed small tears.

After their kiss ended, the two turned to look at each other.

Laura expressed her sincere gratitude:

"Thank you for giving Victoria and me relief, and I wish your love will blossom and bear fruit."

The two fell silent, as neither wanted to spoil the moment.

Victoria smiled and sighed slightly:

"Perhaps humanity should never have been guided by beings outside of humanity from the very beginning. Humans make mistakes, but they also correct them themselves, just like night and day, with beauty and pain each accounting for half. There may be deviations, but they all exist."

“I am just Victoria’s last obsession, and his last act of kindness. My purpose in being is to stand in Victoria’s place and witness Laura’s last moments, and to see her off to heaven.”

"Perhaps, one day, the real me and Laura will meet again, and I believe that the real me will be brought back on the right track by Laura."

Laura stroked the face of Victoria the Angel.

"Perhaps, I might go to hell with you."

Victoria looked at Laura.

"If we can be together, what difference does it make between heaven and hell?"