Not a Romance Novel in the Holy Temple

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Then I walked in front of them, heading to the hall of worship, still the same hall when I first opened my eyes in this world. Although it was very familiar to me, I still could not help but be stunned by the grandeur and architectural beauty of the room. As soon as I entered the platform, everyone got up from their seats. They're all quiet. The atmosphere became so quiet. You will never guess that there are two thousand people gathered here if you close your eyes from the beginning. All eyes are on me. Of course they did not want to miss the appearance of a saint that they would not necessarily be able to witness twice in a lifetime. If I am now who I was before coming to this world, being looked at by thousands of eyes at once would of course instantly render me unconscious.

This hall is huge. I wasn't kidding when I said that this hall could hold two thousand people. This hall is reserved for people of all walks of life for the sake of worship and I, as a saint today, should lead the service every month and greet the whole kingdom every year. Incidentally on this occasion I had to do both.

The people who had picked me up also walked onto the platform. But they are not saints like me. They are my servants, more precisely the servants of the saints. They brought their own musical instruments, while mine was prepared before I came. I again forgot what the name of the musical instrument they were holding, which was definitely not a holy harp. Only a saint can play this harp.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, before I set myself on a marble stone bench. Then I tilted the harp until it rested on my shoulder. Of course I can't play this instrument. I can't even play an acoustic guitar, a musical instrument that people say is very easy to play. However, I was very sure that the entire hall saw scenes;

The saint sat upright like a reed, with his elbows bent like an ibis about to fly. Then, he placed his fingers on the strings and flexibly danced against the key of the tone as his toes climbed down to the beat. A stunning melody immediately filled the hall. It sounded very pleasant and rested the weary souls of everyone present here.

The saint's eyes were closed, his pink lips opened and a voice so beautiful was heard. He sings like a nightingale. In the sound of his tone echoing, he looked so bright. His entire body was enveloped by a golden holy light, as if isolated from everything.

No one can match his strength.

No one can match her beauty.

No one can match his singing and playing skills.

The saint was too perfect, as if he was not a part of this world. In fact, just looking at his figure from a distance can calm the soul and refresh a tired body. She was like a goddess from the heavenly realms descending into the mortal world.

My singing and playing stopped as I opened my eyes. The servants also stopped playing along with the singing and melodies of my harp were getting smaller. Besides not being able to play the harp, I can't sing either, of course. But how can I bring up those images? So, at that moment it wasn't really me. Uh, technically speaking, I'm not who I used to be, a Kirana Ayu who tried to survive after the GHK. But, literally. I felt that there was something I didn't know what it was taking control over me. It controls my personality and most of my actions. Based on my observations, irrelevant actions will not be controlled, it was like taking a walk around the Sacred Temple before I started worship this morning and not turning my head immediately when I was summoned by the servants this morning. However, I still do not know whether it is relevant to the plot of the novel Romance in the Holy Temple or to the character of the Holy One Aeris. I once tried to say 'no' when the servants picked me up to lead the service, but the result was the word 'yes' coming out. If this is related to the plot, Aeris himself is a side character, if not mistakenly only mentioned once in the novel, which is a side character, that is, in the first chapter when he retired to become a saint after two hundred years and perform the ceremony of inheritance of his position to the main character of the woman. My restricted actions should revolve around that plot, right?

By the way, two hundred years, huh.

I have absolutely no memories of Aeris. So, I don't know when the first plot will begin. Hopefully not for hundreds of years .... I can't imagine how bored I will be. Sometimes dying sounds better than living for so long .... I had never tested whether I who entered Aeris' body could die before the plot began, but my premonition said that I would not be able to. Come to think of it, Aeris' role in the novel is very important, regardless of her being a side character. Now we know that the only person who can play the holy harp is a saint. The holy harp is not just any instrument that can be touched, let alone played. In the novel it is mentioned that this harp is an instrument that likes to be played by gods in the heavenly realm and is relegated to the mortal world to be played by his favorite son, the saint. Aeris was a saint before the female lead. So, if Aeris doesn't show up, guess where the plot will lead. The title of the novel might no longer be Romance within the Sacred Temple, but rather Secret Love within the Palace.

Maybe I'll try to kill myself when I'm tired of living, all proving the power of the plot.

I also realized that my daydreams had created silence long enough, even though the worship event was finished. It seems that in the minds of these pilgrims I was so focused on doing sunna or communicating with the gods. Little do they know .... I don't even believe in their gods.

I looked around before saying, "May the gods bless us all." Then me and the servants withdrew from the platform. Realizing that the worship was completely finished, the crowd gradually dispersed from the hall. Of course they didn't leave without a sound. The sound of children saying that they want to devote themselves to the Holy Temple forever. Not a few adults also talk about the activities they should do after this. However, the most dominating thing was the talk of my performance. Both adults and children talk about it.