Chapter 320 (1): The More People I Meet, the More I Like Do
Anastasia’s humble dwelling was located in the suburbs of the Western District. It was a rather weathered dark castle, secluded, desolate, with few people around. It had all the makings of a horror film set.
It was located near the Great Cemetery in the Western District.
The castle was empty, with simple interior furnishings. Aside from the rooms that Anastasia used regularly, the other parts of the house remained unfurnished and appeared quite bleak. For a Holy Maiden of such transcendent status, the castle was clearly beneath her, but that was the kind of person she was—she led a simple life with little to no material needs. She knew almost nothing about essential cosmetics that most women couldn’t live without.
She was someone who had risen above base pleasures and lived like an ascetic monk. Her pursuits and mindset were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Wayne couldn’t understand her, either, but that didn’t stop him from feeling the highest respect for people like her. It was precisely because he couldn’t do it that he held her in the highest esteem.
“No wonder I can’t bear the slightest hardship. You’ve taken all the hardships and difficulties.”
They were a man and a woman alone in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by darkness with lightning in the backdrop. Anastasia’s heart raced slightly. Sensing that the atmosphere was going in the wrong direction, Wayne quickly cracked a few jokes to redirect her attention.
It worked well enough. The patient had strong self-control and could calm herself down, given some time.
Wayne extended his thoughts to envelop the entire dark castle. The upper level wasn’t anything to write home about, while the basement was spacious and quite magnificent in design. Complex magic circles formed an extremely tight defense. In the center of the dozens of meters-wide hall was an altar.
The light remained bright, and the tribute never stopped.
The divine figurines worshipped were shaped by Anastasia’s thoughts. There were two, one large and one small. The smaller one was the Pale Nest clothed in yellow, and the larger one was the Pale Knight with an indistinct face.
The Pale Nest was the faith that Wayne had assigned to Anastasia, but because she knew whom she truly worshipped, the Pale Knight took center stage.