Chapter 230: Setting Things Right
“I suggest you learn from Ottovia. I also need someone to clean. Are you interested? If you perform well, you might even become a bed-serving maid, a much higher position than Ottovia’s.”
Before leaving, Illusion couldn’t resist tempting Rose.
She didn’t hold any grudge against Rose. They hadn’t interacted in the previous life. Her targeting of Rose was solely because of Kailun.
Seeing Rose unmoved, Illusion added, “Don’t underestimate the position of a bed-serving maid. It’s far superior to your current role as a wine server. If you work hard enough, you might even achieve a class promotion. Then, you could control not just one Rose Kingdom, but even several kingdoms. Think about it carefully. If you’re too slow, Ottovia might seize the opportunity.”
Rose: “…”
A few days ago, she would have scoffed at Illusion’s words. But Ottovia’s transformation had instilled a sense of crisis in her.
Except for the person who delivered her meals every day, almost no one visited her.
She spent every day alone in her room, and she might be forgotten by the world if this continued.
Being forgotten by everyone was more painful than death.
Both her “grandfathers” had treated her as a tool, attempting to gain favorable treatment through her.
She strongly condemned Ottovia’s competitive behavior. It had put her in a very awkward position.
Rose: “Can I ask when Kailun will be back?”
Illusion turned back. “I don’t know. He didn’t say. Maybe he’ll only come back after destroying the entire Holy Temple. Hee hee~”
“Destroy the entire Holy Temple…”
Rose instinctively wanted to comment that Kailun was being too ambitious, but he always managed to create miracles. Such an outrageous feat wasn’t impossible for him.
She hoped that the Pope could defeat Kailun, but her intuition told her that the possibility was slim.
Illusion left the dungeon, satisfied with leaving Rose in a state of shock. She enjoyed seeing people’s astonished expressions.
……
“Your Holiness, choose.”
Inside the Papal Palace, Kailun placed three items on the table for the Pope to choose from.
One was a whip with thorns, one was the pillow he had slept on last night, and the last was a bottle of “Holy Water” he had forgotten at home.
Helena looked at the whip in front of the Pope, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Choosing the whip meant that the Pope would be subjected to her interrogation.
As for choosing the pillow, it went without saying. The Pope would be “interrogated” by Kailun himself.
The Holy Water was an unexpected addition, probably just Kailun’s way of offering the Pope a drink.
However, he had explicitly told the Pope that the Holy Water came from Chrissy, but he didn’t explain how it was “produced.”
“Either answer my questions or choose one.” Kailun closed the magic book in his hand and looked at the Pope.
Disguised as the Pope, Kailun could obtain high-level magic books through various channels. He could continue to expand his knowledge during this time.
He had asked the Pope some questions, but she refused to answer.
“You’ll never get any useful information from me. I’ll say it again: if you want my body, come and take it yourself.”
The Pope looked at Kailun with a mocking gaze, then opened the bottle of Holy Water and poured it into her mouth in front of everyone.
Despite her defiant words, she still made a choice. Being whipped by Helena would be humiliating, and being “educated” by Kailun would mean losing her “purity.”
“Cough, cough, cough…”
But she instantly regretted it as soon as she swallowed the Holy Water. The strange taste made her head spin, and the physical discomfort made her want to vomit.
Just as she was about to throw up, Kailun’s voice rang out. “If you dare to spit it out, I’ll make you drink fresh, hot Holy Water. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
“Ugh~”
The Pope quickly covered her mouth with her hands, but some of the Holy Water still spilled from the corners of her lips.
Her face contorted in pain. Her delicate features, combined with her mature charm, especially her struggle to swallow, exuded a strange allure.
Strands of white liquid trickled down her chin, sliding down her neck and disappearing into her cleavage, like a milky river.
She glared at Kailun with hatred. The strange taste made her feel terrible.
However, the more uncomfortable the Pope was, the more excited Kailun became. He had the urge to “feed” her more.
But remembering that he hadn’t fully taken control of her yet, he restrained himself.
He needed a controllable Pope, not a resentful woman who only sought revenge.
He was always in control of people’s hearts, pushing their boundaries little by little.
Although the Pope claimed she didn’t care about her “purity,” if Kailun actually took it, she might become even crazier than Hilna.
Kailun, sitting on the chair, placed the magic book on his lap. “Helena, go rest in the next room tonight. It’s too crowded here, and it might disturb your sleep.”
“Huh?”
Helena, who was stroking the whip, looked up at Kailun. “I don’t mind. If you’re worried about me crowding you, I can sleep on the floor.”
Kailun glanced at Helena. “Forget it. Since you don’t mind, I won’t force you. It’s getting late. We should rest, right, Sister Afra?”
Afra, who was about to sneak away, turned around with a stiff expression. “It’s only nine o’clock. There’s still an hour or two before bedtime. I’m going out for a walk to familiarize myself with the Papal Palace. You can ‘educate’ the Pope.”
Afra, who knew Kailun very well, had already guessed his intentions. She was no match for him alone. She never wanted to experience such a one-sided “battle” again.
She looked at Helena pleadingly, but the latter scratched her head in confusion, unable to understand.
Then, Afra looked at the Pope, hoping she would anger Kailun and be “punished” severely.
After all, it was the Pope’s fault that Kailun had these thoughts. She shouldn’t have looked so alluring while drinking that “Holy Water.”
“No rush. I’ll accompany you tomorrow. Let’s rest early tonight.” Kailun appeared behind Afra in a flash and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Afra, caught off guard, felt her body go limp and collapsed into his arms.
“Rest. We’ll talk about tomorrow’s matters tomorrow.”
For the next hour, the room fell silent. But this peace only lasted for an hour.
Close to ten o’clock, the Pope, who had fallen asleep, sensed a faint magic fluctuation. She first looked at Helena, who was sleeping soundly on her right.
Then she slowly turned her head to the left. But with a single glance, she immediately closed her eyes, her body stiffening.
She suddenly realized that the magic she had just sensed was a silencing spell, used to suppress the transmission of sound.
[The Pope is shocked and her worldview is shattered. Goodwill -1, Total Goodwill -93]
Just as her disgust increased, the Pope felt Kailun’s gaze. She squinted, trying to peek, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a hand chop approaching her face.
Besides the sharp hand chop, she also saw Kailun’s mischievous smile, as if he was mocking her.
“Thud!”
But the Pope had no time to react. Kailun’s hand chop easily knocked her unconscious.
Afra looked at the Pope with a hint of disappointment. She was truly useless. The magic fluctuation she had deliberately leaked hadn’t even woken her up.
She made up her mind. During these few days, she would definitely drag the Pope onto the “pirate ship.”
This was a life-or-death struggle. She couldn’t back down. At worst, she would drag Helena into it too.
“Hmm?”
Helena, in her sleep, turned over. She felt a chill down her spine, as if someone was watching her.
……
The night in Alaye was restless. Many ambitious Cardinals, taking advantage of the darkness, secretly gathered together.
They exchanged information and plotted the future of the Temple.
Some were acting on their own initiative, while others were following someone else’s orders. If one investigated carefully, they would discover the Empress’s hand in this.
But the busiest one was Paul. Even late at night, he was still burning the midnight oil. As one magic circle after another was engraved on his body, his strength slowly increased.
However, his skin had limited space. To engrave more and larger magic circles, Paul had to take off his clothes, letting the magic circles cover every inch of his body.
In the quiet night, his room was filled with his agonizing screams. The passing clerics covered their faces and fled in terror.
Every increase in strength came with a price. Paul had gambled everything, hoping to reach the pinnacle through this transformation.
He didn’t know that once these magic circles were complete, not only would his potential be sealed, but he would also become a perfect “leek.”
……
In contrast to the turbulent Holy Temple, the Celestial Empire was relatively peaceful. After the recent split, the Empire was transforming into a different form.
Compared to the Pope’s loose management style, the Empress implemented absolute autocracy.
It was worth noting that one-third of the Empire’s top forces had been dispatched to the town of “Portland” within the White Jade Alliance’s territory.
They had sealed off the town, and no one knew what they were doing inside.
The remaining two-thirds of the elite forces were also fully mobilized, ready to strike deep into enemy territory at any moment. It seemed their target was… the Abyss?
The Empress stood atop the Empire’s clock tower, gazing calmly at the vast Imperial Capital. Golden “threads” intertwined and rubbed against each other in her eyes, creating a strange radiance.
The main actors were all in place, and the world’s carrying capacity had reached its limit.
The disrupted fate lines would eventually be set right. Those who had passed away should stay dead.
“Ding~”
She tapped the pendulum beside her with her finger, the clear, metallic sound echoing throughout the city.
A thief could only succeed once. Now, she would take back what belonged to her.
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