Chapter 241: Broken People
Meggie Liran’s resentment towards Kailun had reached its peak. This kind of mockery was unbearable.
Everyone had been completely played by Kailun, the entire Temple becoming his stepping stone.
Not only could she only watch helplessly, but she also had to become “Kailun” in name.
The blow was beyond words. Kailun was a master manipulator.
“Not bad. With the black robe, you’ve become Kailun’s stand-in.”
Kailun messed up Meggie Liran’s black robe. “Don’t you find it interesting? I’ve replaced you, and you’ve become me. Isn’t this another form of becoming what you hate the most?”
Meggie Liran: “…”
She wanted to speak, to scold Kailun, but the hard bread in her mouth prevented her from doing so.
How could such a sinister person exist in the world? No wonder Chrissy, a Saint, had fallen so quickly. She suddenly understood.
“Alright, today’s tasks are complete. Let’s return to the Papal Palace and rest.”
Kailun held Illusion in his arms, enveloping them both in white light.
Fortunately, Illusion was petite. Under normal circumstances, no one would notice anything unusual.
“Helena, bring the Pope along.” Kailun walked ahead, holding Illusion.
“Coming.”
Helena took out a rope, tied it around Meggie Liran’s waist, and led her along like a pet.
The distance from the Hanging Gardens to the Papal Palace wasn’t far. Kailun didn’t intend to use teleportation.
Since he had announced that “Kailun” had been captured, he naturally had to let “Kailun” make an appearance.
Back at the Papal Palace, Kailun locked her in a side room.
Not only that, but he also tied her to a table leg and set up a ninth-rank magic barrier. Without his permission, no one could enter.
“Mmm…”
Meggie Liran sat on the floor, watching Kailun’s retreating figure, her heart filled with despair.
……
Kailun closed the door and added another layer of magical seals. Afra was waiting for him.
“Do you think I went too far?”
Kailun walked over to Afra and pinched her cheek. “You’ve worked hard today, running around the city all day.”
Afra rubbed against his hand. “No, it’s my duty. Isn’t it natural for an older sister to help her younger brother? I have no objections to how you handled the Pope. Winning is the most important thing, right? Besides, you’re enemies. It’s already merciful of you not to kill her directly.”
Afra sensed a subtle shift in his emotions. She caressed his face. “Are you tired?”
“Not really.”
Kailun shrugged. “Being stared at with such eyes… it’s not as enjoyable as I imagined. It feels like… something’s missing.”
He was getting a bit tired of it. Repeatedly toying with someone who couldn’t resist was ultimately beneath him. If it weren’t for the attribute points he could gain, he might have already moved on to more important matters.
He hoped Fate would be a worthy opponent.
“You’ve worked hard. Have a good rest tonight. You can leave the rest to Chrissy. She’ll complete her task diligently.”
Afra took his arm.
“Alright, I’ll rest early tonight. I still have to deal with the Temple’s affairs tomorrow.”
Kailun leaned against Afra’s soft body, her warmth comforting.
Only at times like this was he willing to admit that Afra was a few years older than him, his older sister in name.
It was truly fortunate to have such a powerful and trustworthy sister. If she had been this strong from the beginning, he would have happily relied on her and lived a carefree life.
People grow, and Kailun’s growth stemmed from the crushing defeat in his past life.
Recalling that unpleasant memory gave him the confidence to bully Meggie Liran. It felt good.
Meggie Liran: ?
……
“Ugh!”
That night, Meggie Liran, parched, spat out the remaining half of the bread.
Her saliva had softened the hard bread.
But the process was slow. It had taken her several hours.
Now, all she wanted was water, lots of water.
“Damn you, Kailun…”
Perhaps because her mouth was too dry, she didn’t even have the energy to curse him.
After a while, she used her head to lift the table, attempting to free her hands from the ropes.
Her hands were not only tied behind her back but also to the table leg.
That’s why she was trying to lift the table and lower her wrists, hoping to slip the ropes off.
But it was not only awkward but also incredibly difficult. The immense friction made every movement a struggle.
Fortunately, she was flexible enough to keep moving her wrists and make some progress.
“Phew~”
After another half hour, Meggie Liran, drenched in sweat, finally freed her hands from the table leg, gaining a sliver of freedom.
She looked at her numb legs and stood up unsteadily. Coincidentally, she noticed a plate of apples and a fruit knife on the table.
After a moment of silence, she kicked the knife into the air and caught it.
Although her hands were still tied together, she now had a knife and didn’t need to find a glass bottle to break.
She sat down on the chair and slowly cut the ropes, her stomach growling.
Except for the small piece of bread she had been forced to eat, she hadn’t eaten anything all day.
Although she had a good constitution due to her sealed magic power, she still felt hungry.
An ordinary person would die after starving for a week, but she could last for a month.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the remaining half of the bread on the floor. She instinctively licked her dry lips.
“Damn it, what am I thinking?”
She quickly came back to her senses. She was the Pope, a high and mighty figure. How could she eat such scraps?
However, after cutting the ropes around her wrists, she still picked up the bread and placed it on the table. It wasn’t that she wanted to eat it, but she felt uncomfortable seeing it on the floor.
After cleaning the fruit knife, she peeled a few apples, both to replenish her fluids and to satisfy her hunger.
“There are indeed magic fluctuations. It seems that demon is very cautious. Damn it!”
Meggie Liran cursed under her breath and paced around the room. The apples had given her a temporary sense of fullness.
Unfortunately, she, who had never experienced true hunger, didn’t know that this feeling was only temporary. An hour later, she felt even hungrier.
Her stomach growled non-stop, her mouth watering, images of delicacies flashing through her mind.
She felt dizzy and lightheaded.
She looked towards the corner of the room, where a burning red incense stick was placed on top of a two-meter-tall bookshelf.
It was the incense that had heightened her senses and made her feel dizzy.
“I thought I had overestimated him, but it seems that demon is even more sinister than I imagined. I wonder what his heart is made of…”
Meggie Liran muttered to herself and climbed onto the bookshelf, extinguishing the incense.
Regardless of its purpose, it couldn’t be anything good.
Another hour passed, and it was three in the morning. Sitting on the chair, pondering her escape, Meggie Liran looked at the bread on the table again.
This time, she looked closely, even noticing that one end of the bread was slightly damp from her saliva.
“Was I really affected by that incense?”
She frowned and closed her eyes, trying to ignore her physical sensations.
But it didn’t work. Within half an hour, she was starving.
Finally, Meggie Liran picked up the bread. Her eyes bloodshot, she tore off the outer layer because it was slightly dusty.
This was her last shred of pride.
She devoured the bread without any regard for her image, tears of sadness dripping from the corners of her eyes.
She had finally given in. She wasn’t as strong as she had imagined.
Without her power, she was just an ordinary person.
“Sorry, I might have come at the wrong time.”
But the most despairing thing was that before she could finish the bread, she heard the voice she least wanted to hear right now.
Meggie Liran turned around stiffly and saw Chrissy standing behind her, holding a food box.
Life was full of disappointments, and the most painful one was being seen in your most pathetic state by someone you cared about.
“When… when did you arrive?”
Meggie Liran suddenly forgot all about her hunger. She put down the bread and wiped her face with her sleeve.
Perhaps only she knew whether she was wiping her eyes or her mouth.
Chrissy held up the food box. “I just teleported here. I didn’t expect you to be… I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have ended up like this. I’ll talk to Kailun later and ask him not to bully you anymore. He can just bully me.”
“Crack!”
Hearing these words, half of Meggie Liran’s sanity shattered.
She forced a smile. “So, are you regretting it now?”
Chrissy lowered her head. “…Sorry.”
Meggie Liran walked up to Chrissy, opened her mouth, and then sighed helplessly. There were many things she wanted to say, accusations she wanted to make, but the words were stuck in her throat.
She was also at fault. If she hadn’t sent Chrissy there, none of this would have happened.
After all, she couldn’t even deal with a monster like Kailun herself, let alone Chrissy.
Now that she had finally seen Chrissy, she didn’t want to drive her away. After a moment of silence, she looked at the food box in Chrissy’s hand. “Is this for me?”
Chrissy: “Yes.”
Even now, Chrissy didn’t raise her head. It wasn’t because she was ashamed to face Meggie Liran, but because she was afraid that the latter would see the excitement on her face.
This “Mother Pope” seemed quite fun to play with.
Hee hee~
She was broken, completely broken.
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