novelaction Chapter 635 Omnipotent Angel
Chapter 635 Omnipotent Angel
"Father, what is this?"
Jill stopped, tilted her round little face up, and pointed to a small human-shaped sculpture in front of the sculpture in the King's Hall.
The priest, who was tidying up candlesticks not far away, turned around when he heard this.
He wore a black robe with dark red crosses embroidered on the collar, and a gentle smile on his face, making the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes appear even more kind.
He walked over to Jill, looked in the direction she was pointing, and spoke in a voice as gentle as a spring breeze:
"This is a sculpture of St. John."
Jill tilted her head, her braid slipping down to her shoulder. She blinked and continued to ask:
Why are we displaying this?
"St. John is the only living saint in the world."
The priest's gaze fell on the small sculpture, his tone carrying a touch of solemnity.
"He upheld the faith of the Lord and was resurrected by the Lord; he should be worshipped and revered by the world."
“I saw the priest accept two gold coins from St. John.”
A slightly mature voice came from the side, carrying a hint of barely perceptible teasing. It was Roselian, who was older than Gilles. She was leaning against the wall, staring at the priest with a bored look.
The priest's smile froze instantly, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his eyes darted around, clearly not expecting to be exposed on the spot.
He coughed twice and quickly changed the subject:
"Little child, don't talk nonsense. Come here and let's pray to the statue of St. John together."
He held Jill's little hand and waved to Roselian.
"St. John is very effective; he will send angels to grant the wishes of devout children."
Roselian raised an eyebrow, said nothing more, and simply stood aside with her arms crossed, her eyes showing obvious disapproval.
She had seen this kind of talk from adults many times, and she knew very well that the so-called "fulfilling wishes" was nothing more than a trick to fool children.
Gil, however, believed it to be true. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she broke free from the priest's hand, taking small, quick steps to the statue of St. John.
She imitated the adults, standing solemnly with her hands clasped together in front of her chest, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyelids.
Her small face was solemn, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were seriously thinking about something. She even breathed softly, afraid of disturbing the statue of St. John.
Seeing this, the priest nodded in satisfaction and quietly left the church, leaving the two girls behind.
Roselian walked to Gil's side, crossed her arms, and looking at her devout expression, couldn't help but whisper:
"This is all a lie to children. There are no angels who grant wishes."
Jill didn't open her eyes, she just shook her head slightly, her lips moved but she didn't speak, and she kept her hands clasped together. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes.
"What did you wish for?"
Roseline asked curiously, though she didn't believe it, she couldn't help but want to know the secret in Jill's heart.
Jill pulled a brand new blank exercise book from her small cloth bag.
"I hope an angel can help me finish the copying homework that my teacher assigned us."
As she spoke, she took out a sharpened charcoal stick and a copy of the original text covered with dense writing from her cloth bag.
The carbon rod was wrapped in a small piece of cloth to prevent staining the clothes, and the original paper was folded neatly with no curled edges.
Jill carefully placed the exercise book, charcoal stick, and original paper on the stone slab in front of the St. John statue, arranging them neatly. She even used small stones to weigh down the corners of the original paper to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.
"This is simply impossible."
Roselian frowned, her tone tinged with helplessness.
"The teacher assigns so much copying homework that it would take even an adult a long time to finish. How could an angel really come and do it for you?"
Jill, however, looked determined and shook her little head:
"Yes, St. John will send angels."
Seeing her serious expression, Roselian swallowed back the rebuttal that was on the tip of her tongue.
She knew that once Jill made up her mind about something, she would stick to it to the end, and there was no point in trying to persuade her otherwise.
She sighed softly and reached out to take Jill's little hand in hers:
"Okay, we should go home now, or your mom will worry."
Jill followed Roselian out, glancing back at the exercise book on the stone platform before leaving. Their figures gradually disappeared at the end of the church corridor, and the church returned to tranquility, with only the statue of St. John standing there silently.
As night fell, the town fell into complete silence. Every household kept their doors and windows tightly shut, and lights were extinguished. Only the occasional bark of a dog broke the stillness of the night before quickly returning to silence. There were no pedestrians on the streets; only the moonlight spilled onto the cobblestones, casting long, mysterious shadows on the houses.
The church was pitch black inside. The stained glass windows had lost their daytime brilliance, leaving only blurry outlines. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow through the cracks in the windows, making a soft whistling sound.
In this absolute darkness and silence, a faint light suddenly appeared on the stone platform in front of the statue of St. John.
The light initially resembled the faint glow of a firefly, almost imperceptible, but gradually grew brighter, becoming soft yet not glaring, like a thin halo enveloping the exercise books, charcoal sticks, and original text paper on the stone platform.
Within the halo, tiny points of light seemed to be dancing, like countless little stars gathering together, creating a sacred and warm atmosphere.
The light grew brighter, illuminating the outline of the sculpture and a small area around it.
Within that soft halo, a slender figure seemed to sway, the carbon rod seemingly controlled by some invisible force, slowly rising and landing on the blank exercise book, beginning to write stroke by stroke.
The handwriting was neat and elegant, somewhat similar to Jill's handwriting, but even more fluent and natural. Lines of text slowly emerged on the paper, filling the blank page.
As night deepened, the lights inside the church gradually dimmed, eventually returning to darkness, as if nothing had ever happened.
Only the exercise book on the stone platform was filled with dense writing, and the charcoal stick lay quietly to the side.
Just as dawn broke, the rooster's crow rang out precisely on time, shattering the tranquility of the small town.
One sound after another, crisp and loud, awakened the sleeping people, and also awakened Jill from her sleep.
Jill sat up in bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her long eyelashes were still damp with sleep, and her eyes were somewhat dazed.
She paused for a moment, then a few seconds later, she suddenly remembered the exercise book she had left in the church yesterday and the wish she had made, and her eyes instantly cleared.
Just as she was about to head to the church, she suddenly heard a soft knocking sound coming from the window next to her.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear enough. Jill stopped and turned around curiously, walking towards the window. She carefully pushed open the window and peered out. The outside was empty, with only the morning mist and swaying branches; she couldn't see anyone.
"Strange, who's knocking on the window?"
Jill muttered to herself, then looked around carefully but found no trace of anyone.
Just as she was about to turn away, she caught a glimpse of a small, radiant figure out of the corner of her eye.
She instinctively turned around and saw a small, radiant hand gently holding the window frame. Then, a tiny, exquisite luminous creature flew in from outside the window and landed right in front of her, so close that she could see the trajectory of its wings flapping.
The little luminous figure was less than half the height of the person in question, radiating a soft white light, like a tiny sun, yet not dazzling, but rather warm and comfortable.
Its face is blurry, with only a general outline visible, yet it gives off an incredibly warm and kind feeling, making people unconsciously lower their guard.
In its hands, it held an exercise book with a familiar light brown kraft paper cover—the very one Jill had left in the church yesterday.