Chapter 252 The Villain Lady Arrives 80
Vivian didn't say anything else, but just gently patted the back of Alice's hand. That action contained too many unspoken emotions - understanding, sympathy, and perhaps a hint of subtle envy.
Then, she slowly turned around and left the scene with heavy steps, leaving behind a series of footsteps that gradually faded away, echoing in the empty corridor, sounding particularly lonely.
Upon seeing this, the students who were watching nearby also stopped talking, looked at each other, and gradually dispersed.
They either sympathize with Alice's experience or admire Vivian's tenacity, but more importantly, they are confused and uneasy about the future in their hearts.
The scene soon returned to its former tranquility, leaving Alice alone, standing there alone, as if she had been forgotten by the whole world.
Alice looked at the direction where Vivian left with empty eyes, feeling mixed emotions.
She slowly lowered her head and clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain. An indescribable anger and disappointment surged in her heart, and finally turned into an inaudible sigh:
"Third Prince...are you really a loser? Why can't you even control your own destiny?"
This sigh was both a complaint to the Third Prince and a self-blame for her own inability to do anything. Alice knew that such emotions would not help, but she could not help but let them rage in her heart.
She closed her eyes and tried to calm her inner turmoil, but the Third Prince's gentle yet helpless smile and the good times they had spent together kept appearing in her mind.
"No, I can't just give up like this." Alice opened her eyes suddenly, with a determined light in her eyes. She couldn't immerse herself in the memories of the past, she had to face reality and find a way out.
She turned and left, her steps firm and powerful, as if every step was based on the hope of the future. Back in the dormitory, Alice closed the door, shutting out the noise of the outside world. She walked to the bed and sat down, holding her head in her hands, letting the tears fall silently.
After venting, Alice wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and began to calmly analyze her situation.
What she needed most now was money to support her studies and life at the magic academy. All of this had been borne by the Third Prince. But now, she had to rely on herself.
"The Church..." Alice muttered to herself, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She thought of her extremely high talent for light magic, which was her pride in the magic academy. Perhaps, with this talent, she could gain a place in the Church and solve the current dilemma.
Alice stood up from the edge of the bed. Although her steps were a little heavy, they revealed her unquestionable determination.
She walked to the desk, gently opened the drawer, and took out a yellowed magic letter from the deepest part.
This letter was personally delivered to her by a senior priest of the Church of Light. The letter was written with earnest words, not only expressing his admiration for her rare talent in light magic, but also sincerely inviting her to join the church and become the focus of training by the Holy See.
However, at that time, Alice's heart was filled with the gentle smile of the Third Prince and the firm figure of Tariq. She was unwilling to leave them, and even more unwilling to let this pure emotion be overshadowed by her own choice. So, she politely declined the seemingly bright invitation.
At this moment, holding the letter in her hand, Alice was filled with emotions. She recalled every day and night she spent with the Third Prince. Those sweetness and laughter seemed to be just yesterday, yet so far away.
The news that the third prince was imprisoned was like a bolt from the blue, causing her world to collapse in an instant.
And now there is no news from Tariq, which makes her feel even more isolated and helpless.
"I have to make a choice." Alice said to herself, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.
She unfolded the letter paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. The tip of the pen lightly touched the paper, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She took a deep breath and began to write slowly in the letter.
Dear Reverend:
My name is Alice. First of all, please allow me to express my deepest apologies for not accepting your and the church’s invitation. At that time, I was not able to think rationally due to my personal emotions and missed an opportunity that could have changed my life.
However, things are unpredictable, and now I am facing an unprecedented predicament. The third prince met with an unexpected accident, and Tariq's whereabouts are unknown. I deeply feel the insignificance and helplessness of my power. At this moment, I re-examined my heart and future, and realized that only by becoming stronger can I protect everything I cherish.
Therefore, I muster up the courage to express my wishes to you and the Church of Light once again - I am willing to join the church, accept the training and test of the Holy See, and use my magic of light to bring light and hope to this world. Please believe that this time, I will go all out and live up to your expectations.
I look forward to hearing from you and hope we can arrange an interview as soon as possible.
Alice
After writing the letter, Alice checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, she folded it carefully, put it in an envelope, and affixed a magic seal to ensure that the letter could be delivered to the church quickly and safely.
After doing all this, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden and was ready to face new challenges.
At the same time, in the sanctuary of the Church of Light, a solemn prayer had just ended.
The sun shines through the stained glass windows and onto the face of Saint Aidan, casting a layer of sacred light on him. Aidan, as the leader of the younger generation of the Church of Light, not only possesses extraordinary magical talent, but also has a heart of compassion.
He stood up slowly and was about to leave the church, but he saw a priest walking hurriedly towards him, holding a letter in his hand.
"Your Excellency, there is an urgent matter." The priest handed over the letter respectfully.
Aidan took the letter and glanced at the magic mark on the envelope, frowning slightly. He gently opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and read it quickly. As he read deeper, his eyes gradually brightened and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
"It's a letter from Alice." Aidan whispered to himself, his tone full of surprise.
He remembered the girl with amazing light magic talent, and also heard the story between her and the third prince. Now that the third prince was imprisoned, Alice chose to join the church, which surprised and comforted him.
"Pastor, there is no need to rush to present this letter to His Holiness the Pope." Aidan suddenly spoke, interrupting the priest who was about to leave.
"But, Holy Son, this..." The priest hesitated. After all, according to the rules, all important letters should be submitted directly to the Pope for review.
"I know the rules, but I want to handle this matter myself." Aidan explained with a smile, "Alice's situation is special, and her joining us means a lot. I want to meet with her first, and then report to His Holiness the Pope."
When the pastor heard this, although he still had doubts in his heart, seeing the Son of God's firm attitude, he had to nod in agreement and turned away.
Aidan stood there, gazing deeply into the distance, his heart full of expectation and longing.