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"Everyone has been suffering so much, with people dying in pain every day," Little Rudy continued, his voice filled with unbearable sorrow, tears glistening in his eyes as if he were reliving those dark times.
Eileen, Mark, and Lisa listened quietly, their hearts filled with curiosity and confusion. They looked at the little boy, feeling his fearless innocence and sincerity.
Diego Montoro gently patted Little Rudy's head and softly said, "Let the pain pass... let the suffering fade away."
Little Rudy sniffled, struggling to hold back his tears as he continued, "One day, a great being finally emerged after a thousand years of slumber, appearing in our town. He told us..."
At that moment, Little Rudy suddenly stopped and turned to face the crowd behind him, as if waiting for something. His gaze held a hint of expectation as it swept over each familiar face. The townspeople paused their activities, quietly watching him, as if everyone knew what was about to happen.
Suddenly, all the townspeople shouted in unison: "Thirteen years of waiting, seventeen years of growing up; it is two hundred twenty-one years of reunion, and now is the time for my return!"
The voice was harmonious and powerful, resonating in every corner of the restaurant. Eileen, Mark, and Lisa were taken aback by this sudden chorus; they had never heard such passionate and fervent voices before.
A smile appeared on Little Rudy's face as he turned back and continued, "The Holy Angel told us that as long as we sincerely believe in Him, He will grant us abundance and happiness. He taught us how to cultivate the land, how to find water sources, and how to care for and help one another. His brilliance shines upon us, freeing us from our suffering."
Eileen furrowed her brow slightly; she sensed the contradictions and questions within this story. She couldn't help but wonder if this so-called Holy Angel truly existed or if it was merely a legend used to control and soothe the townsfolk.
Little Rudy's eyes were filled with awe and gratitude as his voice echoed in the tranquil air, immersing everyone in this sacred tale. "Since that day, our lives have improved more and more. The land has become fertile, and water sources have become abundant. Now we have plentiful food every day and live happily."
Diego Montoro looked at Little Rudy with satisfaction and smiled. "Well done, Little Rudy. You told the story beautifully."
"That's truly an incredible story," Eileen managed to force a smile.
The cheers of the townspeople still echoed in Erin, Mark, and Lisa's ears. Suddenly, Isabella interjected, her voice filled with deep emotion: "For you... His existence is something you cannot comprehend... nor can you reach... How painful this is for me!"
As Isabella spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice became choked with emotion. She looked at Erin, her gaze filled with sorrow and helplessness, as if the ignorance and inability to understand of these outsiders caused her immense pain.
Erin awkwardly asked, "What does that mean?"
Diego Montoro smiled and explained, "We have lived here since childhood, absorbing every essence of this place from the very beginning. Every part of Him flows through us... Our connection to Him is something you cannot imagine."
Listening to him, Erin felt a mix of confusion and unease. His words seemed to hint at some profound connection, perhaps even a supernatural presence. She tried to grasp the truth behind these messages, but everything felt so vague and elusive.
"Your lives are truly unique," Erin managed to force a smile, attempting to ease the awkward atmosphere. "We are very much looking forward to tomorrow's visit and hope to learn more about your beliefs and way of life."
Diego Montoro nodded and smiled back. "Of course, we will do our utmost to show you our lives and beliefs. You will see that our happiness and prosperity are not mere coincidences but the blessings and grace of the Holy Angel."
Isabella still kept her head down, as if in prayer, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes; her emotions were evidently sincere. She softly said, "I hope you can truly understand our faith and feel the presence of the Holy Angel. It is everything in our lives; it is the support of our souls."
Erin, Mark, and Lisa exchanged glances, realizing this was a significant clue. The faith and way of life in this small town were clearly different from anything they understood; they needed to investigate more cautiously and deeply.
The dinner concluded smoothly, and the three remained mostly silent at the table afterward. Mark engaged in quite a bit of conversation with Diego Montoro; they occasionally leaned in close to whisper to each other in low tones as if sharing some secret. Mark's expression shifted between seriousness and smiles, indicating he was trying to establish some form of trust.
Meanwhile, Erin and Lisa quietly observed the entire dinner, occasionally watching the movements of the Four Martyrs. Raphael remained like a statue, utterly still. His cold gaze swept over everyone around him as if monitoring each person's actions, sending chills down their spines.
Carmen occasionally muttered to himself, his eyes vacant as if lost in his own world. His mad and twisted expression made both Erin and Lisa feel a wave of unease.
Sophia Esteban lowered her head, focused intently on a small booklet as she scribbled and made corrections. Her gaze was sharp and concentrated, as if she were delving into some profound knowledge. With each stroke of her pen across the paper, Erin could feel her fervent pursuit of wisdom and understanding.
The kindest Isabella approached the poetry class, leading a group of townspeople in song. Her voice was clear and full of emotion, intertwining with the chorus of the townsfolk to create a harmonious melody. The verses brimmed with worship and gratitude, filling the entire restaurant with a sacred atmosphere.
Erin exchanged a glance with Lisa, both filled with confusion and caution. They knew that the secrets of this small town were anything but simple, and the actions of each of the Four Martyrs revealed an unusual aura.
As the dinner progressed, Erin occasionally scanned her surroundings, trying to capture more clues. Her eyes fell on every detail, leaving no potential thread unnoticed. She observed how the townspeople, under Isabella's guidance, displayed a fervent and devout light in their eyes, as if their faith in the Holy Angel was deeply rooted in their souls.
After the dinner concluded, the three returned to their lodgings, each reflecting on the events of the evening. Erin lay in bed, replaying every detail of the dinner in her mind, attempting to connect these clues together. She knew that tomorrow's visit to the Sanctuary would be a crucial step in unraveling the mystery. She had to remain vigilant and seize every opportunity to uncover the truth.
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