Dill knew no more than a little about the Church than she did about the werewolves, who were the witches' mythological enemies, and the Church, their opponents in the mortal world.
The Church advocates that the continent has only one true god, the Supreme God, who created the sun, the earth, and the sea, so the Supreme God wears a corona, is clad in robes of lapis lazuli, and stands barefooted on the green marble ground, combining all things of heaven and earth in one.
Witches with the blessings of many goddesses are dismissive of this, except for Amber, who specifically told her that strong faith does not lose out to magic and that the Church is really no different from witches.
But Dill never thought that a knight's oath really had the power to bless others. She curiously thought about that option of accepting or not, wondering if it was due to [Divinity] that made her immune to all blessings and curses below divine magic and that she herself could even choose to want it or not.
What kind of existence was that of the Supreme God? If he knew that his believers were courting a moon witch, would the heavens rain down justice and kill them both?
In fact, according to the beautiful silver-haired sorceress Mida, the glory of the Moon God can be best demonstrated by letting a faithful believer willingly offer everything for you. Among her many lovers is a church friar, the most long-lasting, talking about the platonic love in the epistles.
But Dill finally rejected Mucha.
She acted unimpressed, like every ignorant and stupid foreigner who only thinks of werewolves as some ridiculous bedtime story.
Dill could see very clearly the disappointment and lack of feeling in the bottom of Mucha's eyes, and for a moment she felt a twinge of regret. But she really didn't want to be on the defensive against Mucha while using him to protect herself, let alone in a situation like this where werewolves might actually exist.
The knight's sword is used to guard the commoners, she is a witch; the moon goddess raised children; they should not have been; and the supreme god's knights related; just like the knight card of the great fable can kill the witch card; in the church, most of the witches are not friendly; and even some radicals advocate that witches and werewolves are the devil's believers, but once the witch is found, it should be "purified" immediately, even if it is more than the witch, it should be "cleansed". "Even the most devout followers of the Moon God are not interested in becoming Joan of Arc.
Dill does not believe in the fairy tale of love at first sight or the human life here in the morning and evening, so the promotion of hedonism, the pursuit of love, and Mucha's shallow and clean good feelings in the faith of the boulder will only be crushed to pieces.
Teenage heartbeat to come to the surging, ignorant, so fearless, just like the unexpected hit the waves, hot burning eyes of the sun, say no feeling is a lie, but now the dill all the time to be alert to his strength and acumen.
The Silver Knight is the sanctioned sword of the Most High God, and once it is discovered that she is a witch, Dill even feels that death at the claws of a werewolf is better than death at the hands of a teenager's grief-stricken silver sword.
Mucha had her responsibilities, and she had hers in: the Amber, the Cole mother and daughter, or the werewolf. Both of them had to play their parts.
In the midst of an awkward silence, the great white goose, as usual, would not read the atmosphere, snapping and hitching its way up the bank on its soaked red paws.
It unfolded its wet feathers on both sides, and Dill immediately knew what the feathered goblin wanted.
She reached out and tried to pull Mucha back, but the person on the side moved faster, and the blue cloak quickly wrapped the young girl in it with a crisp, grassy scent.
Through the thin layer of cloak, Dill heard the flapping of wings and splashing water. The cloak could not cover the ankles, which seemed to be soaked in the water puddle.
The young man's voice muffled: "Although I can not guard your safety, at least let me guard your clothes."
Dill, who was wrapped into a dumpling: What on earth did the Supreme God teach these children?
She pulled off her cloak to see the drenched head of the knight, sighed, and backhanded it back on.
Mucha did not care; he used the hem of the cloak to wipe the moisture, his wet blonde hair was casually combed back in a messy manner, his white and silver armor was embellished with dew and glittered, and he also illuminated the owner's eyes with a clear green, and the water droplets that followed were like fine rainwater that watered the stream grass on the ground.
The young rider leaned against the stream stone and stood long; he didn't need to speak or make any movements; just standing and casting a shadow gave people a sense of peace of mind when standing under a big umbrella.
Gentle and handsome, Dill thought to herself that this really was the perfect knight. She could see from the boy's upright stance that he stood in a solemn and dignified sanctuary with a silver sword in his hand, and she could hear the lingering sound of a stringed lute accompanying a hymn in his clear and deliberate vows.
It was another world very different from hers.
Dill thought it was time to say goodbye to the other; she opened her mouth, and the other opened it at the same time.
"A... you go first."
"Ah, no, that..."
"Quack quack quack quack!"
"If you don't mind, I'll go first." The uninvited guest suddenly interjected.
Mrs. Cole really didn't want to interrupt such a beautiful moment. The sun was setting, the grass was green around the lake, and young boys and girls were expressing their feelings for each other. It reminded her of the day she met her husband.
She glanced at Dill; the young girl's cheeks were as red as apples, and she didn't dare look up, but the Silver Knight had the decency to stand in front of the lady. God, this had to be the most handsome child she had ever seen.
"Mrs. Cole."
Mrs. Cole just felt years younger for being called; she adored Dill and wished from the bottom of her heart that the lonely, lovely girl would blossom with the young, talented knight and set down roots in a foreign land, just like she and her husband.
Still, business was to be done, and Mrs. Cole informed them, "The Mayor of the town came by on a party trip and would like to invite all outside guests to a meal in the town's sanctuary."
Dill waited until Mrs. Cole had left before she dared to raise her head, only to meet Mucha's stony gaze.
"The prayer vigil. It's a town tradition, and I've vouched for you, but it seems they still can't let go of their misgivings."
Seeing Dill's puzzled face, he explained, "The werewolves appear every few years, and they believe that they were brought in by outsiders, so they'll either call in the outsiders regularly to investigate or simply watch over you and not let you spend the night alone."
Simply put, it's a trial before dawn.
Dill's heart sank; this was indeed the most plausible explanation at the moment, and there seemed to be an invisible treachery spreading and expanding beneath the surface of reality.
The water of the lake flashed with a piercing blood light. Dill couldn't help but look towards the sun that was gradually sinking in the west. The deep color of the night began to soak in from the edges, while there were layers of veils covering to hide the truth at its very core.
"Let's go together; as a Silver Knight, I was invited to attend as well."
Mucha kept a distance, Dill had no reason to refuse, and he nodded gratefully at him.
Turnip stumbled after him, and Dill reached out to tuck the large white goose in her arms as the two of them paralleled a trodden path.
Thoughts moved with their feet.