Chapter 310 The Villain Lady Arrives 139

Chapter 310 The Villain Lady Arrives 139

Alice tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes. She took a step forward, gently placed the body of Saint Aidan on the ground, and bowed deeply. "Archbishop, we did our best. Saint Aidan died heroically in the fight against darkness, but his spirit will always illuminate our way forward."

The Archbishop's eyes turned red when he heard this. He slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Aidan's face, but was afraid of disturbing the tranquility. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if trying to calm his emotions. "Alice, tell me, what is going on?"

Alice nodded and began to slowly recount this thrilling battle. From the appearance of the black-robed men, to how they set traps step by step, to how the Son of Aidan stepped forward at the critical moment to protect them from the invasion of the dark forces. She described every detail very clearly, as if the scenes were replaying in front of her eyes.

“When we finally defeated the man in black, Saint Aidan had already… He used his life to exchange for our victory and the peace of the Church of Light.” Alice’s voice was a little choked, but she still tried to control her emotions.

After listening to Alice's story, the Archbishop was silent for a long time. His eyes gradually changed from grief to determination, as if at this moment, he saw that what Saint Aidan left behind was not only a cold body, but also endless hope and courage.

"Alice, you did a great job." The Archbishop finally spoke, his voice was low but full of power. "The sacrifice of Saint Son Aidan is the most noble interpretation of the faith of light. What we have to do is not only to mourn, but also to inherit his legacy and continue to protect this land and its people."

As he spoke, the Archbishop turned around and faced all the priests and believers present, his eyes gleaming with determination. "From today on, we must step up our vigilance and raise our alertness to prevent the dark forces from invading again. At the same time, we must spread the heroic deeds of the Son of Aidan to the people of the kingdom, and let their spirit become our driving force for progress."

Hearing the words of the Archbishop, everyone present nodded silently. They knew that from this moment on, they were no longer simple individuals, but warriors fighting for the same goal - to protect the light and dispel the darkness.

In the following days, the Church of Light was immersed in mourning and reflection. The funeral of Saint Aidan was solemn and dignified, and the people of the entire kingdom sent him the most sincere condolences and blessings. At the same time, the church also strengthened the education and training of believers to let more people understand the true meaning and value of the faith of light.

Alice set an example by not only actively participating in the affairs of the church, but also personally leading a team to go deep into the kingdom to spread the concept of light and justice. Her figure gradually became a light in the hearts of the people of the kingdom, illuminating their way forward.

However, the darkness has not dissipated. The defeat of the black-robed man is only temporary, and the power behind him is still powerful and mysterious. Alice knows this very well, and she knows that she and her companions still have a long way to go. But she also believes that as long as they have love, faith and courage in their hearts, nothing can stop them from moving forward.

In the challenges and tests, Alice and her companions continue to grow and become stronger. They use their actions to prove the truth that the flame of light will never go out, and also show the world the power of justice and peace.

As time goes by, Alice stands at the highest point of the Church of Light, overlooking the land that she and her companions protect together, and her heart is filled with satisfaction and pride. She knows that all these achievements are inseparable from the sacrifice and dedication of the Son of Aidan. His spirit will always inspire future generations to continue to move forward on the path of light and justice.

"Aidan, do you see it?" Alice said silently in her heart, "This land has become more beautiful and harmonious. Your dreams and beliefs are being inherited and carried forward by countless people. You can rest in peace..."

The breeze blew through her hair, bringing a hint of coolness and comfort. Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she could feel the warm and firm gaze of Saint Aidan staring at her.

As Alice's words echoed in my heart, the entire hall of the Church of Light seemed to be shrouded in an invisible layer of sorrow. The archbishop slowly turned around and faced all the priests and believers. His voice echoed in the empty hall with irresistible power: "Let us hold a grand funeral for the Holy Son Aidan. May his soul rest in peace and be in the arms of the God of Light."

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into silence for a moment, followed by sobs and prayers. Alice bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were red, but she tried not to let the tears fall. She knew that at this moment, she needed to be strong, for Aidan and for all the people who depended on her.

In the following days, the Church of Light was busy preparing for the funeral of the Holy Son Aidan. The church was covered with white curtains inside and outside, and every flower seemed to carry the grief and respect for Aidan. On the altar, bunches of pure white lilies and golden sunflowers intertwined into a solemn and warm picture, symbolizing Aidan's pure and flawless heart and his endless pursuit of light.

Alice personally supervised every detail, from the selection of coffin materials to the funeral ceremony process, she strived for perfection. Every night, she would sit alone beside Aidan's body, gently telling him about the past, as if this would make him feel her company and reluctance to leave.

"Aidan, you know? I'm really afraid of losing you, but I also understand that your leaving is for a greater mission. I will continue to move forward with your faith until light fills every corner." Alice's voice was gentle and firm, with tears flashing in her eyes, but more of it was determination and hope for the future.

Finally, the day of the funeral arrived. The first rays of sunlight in the morning penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the golden roof of the Church of Light, as if it was nature's final tribute to the Son of Aidan. The people of the entire kingdom, regardless of their status, spontaneously gathered around the church. They wore black mourning clothes, held white flowers, and expressed their mourning and respect for Aidan with silence and tears.

With the order from the archbishop, the funeral officially began. Inside the church, the melodious bells rang slowly, echoing in everyone's heart. Alice, wearing a white mourning dress and holding a bunch of blooming lilies, slowly walked into the hall. Although her steps were heavy, her eyes revealed unquestionable determination and courage.