Chapter 116: I Am Also an Apostle of the Stars

Chapter 116: I Am Also an Apostle of the Stars

"Sigh…"

Hasturlet out a heavy sigh, then his expression turned serious, and he said deliberately, "Because I am also an apostle of the stars, the stars guide us in our relationship."

He felt the need to lay his cards on the table, otherwise, he was always caught by Bernadette, which greatly affected his normal life.

Apostle of the stars? Bernadette's heart stirred slightly, and she looked at Hasturwith a smile, "What does it mean to be an apostle of the stars?"

Hastar, composed, chuckled lightly, "You too are favored by the stars. Without the stars to guide us, there would be no such thing as coincidences or fate."

"Do you know the consequences of worshipping gods other than the seven orthodox gods?"

Bernadette still did not admit her connection with the sovereign of the stars.

Hastar, with a calm face, said, "The Aurora faith believes in the true Creator, the Witch Sect believes in the original witch; it's not only the seven orthodox gods that are worthy of worship."

Bernadette's eyes flashed coldly, and she said forcefully, "Such blasphemous words are enough to have you judged by the church."

"Madam, do you also believe in the seven orthodox gods?"

Hasturdidn't care; he knew Bernadette was still testing him, so he had to show his devout faith in the stars.

"When did you start believing in the stars?"

"Half a year ago. Without the blessing of the stars, I wouldn't be here today."

"Have you seen Him?"

"I have seen Him. He has always guided the direction I should go."

"Aren't you afraid He has some malevolent intentions towards you?"

"Madam, if He truly wished you harm, I think you would no longer be able to appear before me."

Hasturcould assure that he was not lying in these answers.

Without the appearance of the Hall of Stars, he would most likely be dead.

The direction he moved forward in was always decided by himself, and he represented the stars.

He indeed had no malice towards Bernadette; he only wanted to guide her to become an apostle of the stars, to help him with some matters.

Bernadette fell into thought; she could sense that Hasturwas not lying about these issues.

"How did you come to know of my existence?"

Hearing this question, Hasturbreathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he answered this question well, he could even use his identity as Baron HasturCampbell to influence Bernadette to become an apostle of the stars.

If Bernadette was the only apostle of the stars, she would inevitably be full of guard, but once there were other believers, she would let down some of her defenses.

"The stars have always been watching you, and they watch me in the same way. They watch every believer equally; it was the stars that informed me of your existence."

Hasturthought there was nothing wrong with this statement; after all, there were no true believers of the stars until now.

Bernadette's deep blue, profound eyes stared at Hastar, and she said calmly, "Then do you know my true identity?"

"Bernadette Gustav, the owner of the Dawn, the mysterious queen who traverses the seas, the eldest daughter of Roselle Gustav."

Bernadette did not speak, leaning back against the carriage, her long right leg in black boots crossed over her left, her toes gently swaying.

Her posture was casual, yet it revealed a deeply hidden elegance.

This movement did not make people feel frivolous; instead, it was quite pleasing to the eye.

The carriage rattled forward, the coachman outside, unable to hear the inside voices, still focused on driving the carriage.

After a while, Bernadette slowly spoke, "Don't you know that sometimes knowing too much can be a very dangerous thing?"

"I am very good friends with Sharon. In her reply letter, she mentioned that you are a trustworthy person and said that if I encounter danger, I can seek your help."

Hastursaid, taking out the reply letter Sharon had just sent this morning and handing it to Bernadette.

It was because of Sharon's reply that he thought of going shopping to buy some things as gifts for Sharon, which led to meeting Bernadette.

Bernadette did not open the letter, twirling it between her fingers before flicking it back into Hastar's chest.

"Are you and Sharon close?"

Bernadette's voice, tinged with curiosity, made Hasturalert.

Is the love for gossip engraved in everyone's genes?

"Not bad."

"Just like that?"

"We've helped each other a few times."

"Sharon rarely replies to letters."

"…Perhaps she was afraid that I, unaware of the situation, would offend you, so she specifically wrote to inform me."

"The two black Gothic court dresses you bought, were they for Sharon?"

"…Yes."

"Do you think Sharon will accept them?"

"She probably won't."

"You have so little confidence in yourself?"

"…She doesn't like to receive gifts from others."

"Then why did you still buy them?"

"Giving gifts is my freedom, whether she accepts them or not is her freedom."

…

After asking many questions, Bernadette finally spoke with a heavy tone about the sovereign of the stars.

Hastar, already weary from responding, seemed to understand Bernadette's feelings.

She was probably thinking about how to handle her relationship with the sovereign of the stars.

Asking about his relationship with Sharon was just a casual inquiry, to satisfy her curiosity.

The sovereign of the stars was what she truly valued.

Such a terrible character, Roselle, it seems you didn't teach your daughter well.

Hasturcriticized in his heart.

"How do you usually contact the sovereign of the stars?"

"In dreams, I can't see His face clearly, only vaguely see Him sitting in a mysterious hall, mysterious and powerful, majestic and holy. He is an ancient being from the depths of the starry sky, and He is also a guide with both kindness and wisdom."

Hasturtried to express his impression of the sovereign of the stars in a devout tone, while also praising himself.

Bernadette looked at Hasturwith slight surprise, "You actually believe in the benevolence of gods?"

"He has never harbored ill will towards me, always guiding me forward, and to me, He is the most unique existence."

Hasturspoke frankly, but Bernadette felt that Hasturwas already a qualified devout believer, having learned to beautify his faith.

"Considering your good relationship with Sharon, I'll give you a piece of advice: don't easily trust any god."

"Is that why you refuse the goodwill of the stars?" Hasturcountered, ready to start preaching.

As the first and most devout believer, it was normal to advocate his faith to others.

Bernadette nodded, "Indeed, I won't trust any god, no matter whether He comes with good intentions."

Hastar's face was smiling, his tone peaceful, "Don't you have places where you need the power of the stars?"

Bernadette fell silent; that sentence hit her weak spot, she needed help, so she hesitated.

"We need help, and the stars have the power to fulfill our needs. In my view, the essence of faith is mutual assistance, mutual achievement."

"That statement of yours is not very devout."

"In my communication with the stars, I have never shied away from this point, and He has never been angered by it. I believe in Him, He helps me, isn't that a very reasonable thing?"

"All help comes at a price, and you may not be able to afford that price."

"Then why not clarify it in advance? Why not treat the process of faith as a transaction?"

Bernadette was moved, but did not speak.

Hasturcontinued, "What help do you need, and what does the stars need you to do? If both are equivalent, then it's just a very ordinary transaction."

"You're quite eloquent."

Bernadette looked deeply at Hastar, "But acknowledging a transaction is itself a form of erosion and pollution."

"But you need help."

Hasturrepeated the same sentence, silencing Bernadette.

"Asking for help naturally requires a price, you should understand this better than I do."

Hasturlooked up at Bernadette's deep blue eyes, smiling, "You've enjoyed help more than once, haven't you?"

"To calmly accept the benefits given by the stars, yet unwilling to offer a bit of faith to the stars, your indecisive self is in a more dangerous situation than I am."

…

Bernadette returned to the clouds, entering the house built of pea vines, her mind still echoing Hastar's words.

The sovereign of the stars had reminded her twice, helping her avoid danger twice.

Whether she liked it or not, she had already enjoyed these benefits.

As Hastur said: Her indecisive self was truly in danger.

Everything was under the watch of the stars; she could no longer avoid it.

"Fate, is this my destiny?"

A tarot card appeared in the palm of Bernadette's right hand, her father holding a sword, majestic and holy, with a solemn expression standing on a golden wheel of fate.

This is one of the twenty-two tarot cards, the Wheel of Fortune.

(End of Chapter)