Kingdom’s Bloodline

 Lausanne II was silent and expressionless, and did not respond to Belicia's ridicule and belittlement.

Until Belicia adjusted her emotions, slowly stood up and left the killer's side.

 “Have I told you about my past before?”

 She looked towards the dim light in the corner, leaving only a graceful back view of the prisoner.

 Her past…

 Lausanne II frowned slightly.

"have."

 More than once.

 “It’s just that I don’t know…”

Lausanne II raised his eyes and examined the familiar figure from behind:

 “Which sentence in it is true?”

Belicia's eyes flashed with trance for a moment.

"certainly…"

 She immediately smiled, folded her arms and turned her head:

 “It’s all false.”

 It’s all made up.

 Lausanne II was silent in the darkness for a long time.

  “No wonder.”

 He said with relief:

“No wonder every sentence sounds so reasonable.”

Belicia chuckled.

For a moment, Lausanne II seemed to see the girl sitting on the roof with him again, relatively silent.

“My name is not Belicia, at least not at first.”

Belicia looked at the dark corner where the lights were not shining, as if looking into the distant past:

 “It’s just a, how should I say, stage name?”

 Her tone was joking.

 Lausanne II did not speak.

"When I was a kid, there was a disaster, then a famine. By the time my family fled all the way to the Emerald City, most of my family members were already dead," Belicia snorted. "My uncle sent me to the relief home run by the Temple of the Sunset— Don’t underestimate this quota, you still have to find connections at that time.”

 But she quickly turned around and blocked the light in the corner.

“Until I finally discovered that the old pig priest was willing to take me in, not because my uncle ‘had a connection’.”

Belicia’s face was expressionless:

“Do you know what it feels like when a senior person whom you respect very much and who is highly respected smiles and says, ‘You are like my daughter, you make me feel very close to you’, and puts his hand into your clothes at the same time?”

 Lausanne II’s eyes moved.

 He looked at Belicia again:

 “Then you, did you resist him?”

Belicia sneered slightly, showing disdain.

 “Oh, that’s what they asked too.”

"who?"

"They - those people who were called by the nuns to 'dispose of justice' after the incident," Belicia's eyes were deep. "Seven or eight male priests of the same high moral character were sitting in a room, with serious faces and harsh words. I took the recorder with me and asked me to confront that pig and prove my innocence."

 Innocent?

 Lausanne II heard the emotion contained in this passage.

 He fell silent at the right time and said no more.

Belicia took out a new cigarette and sneered:

"And their first words cannot be said to be exactly the same as yours. They can only be said to be..."

　　【Did you resist? 】

 She shook her head and sneered:

"'Why didn't you run?' Why didn't you resist? 'Why didn't you tell others? 'Why did you accept his benefits?' Why did it take so long to come forward? 'Don't you have any problems with yourself?' Is it voluntary? "What is your purpose?" and the final and righteous "How do you want to be satisfied?"

 Lausanne II remained silent.

 He shouldn't be talking at this time.

 Even though it was an old thing many years ago.

 At least not like the priests who questioned her.

cannot.

 “Resist, hum, yes, resist,” Belicia seemed to be immersed in the past, mockingly, “You say it, they say it, as if you really care.”

 The woman's vision gradually blurred.

It seems that with just a touch of lip service, if you resist, you will easily block all the harm in this world.

Just like an employee rebels against his boss, a subordinate rebels against his superior, an apprentice rebels against his master, a son rebels against his father, a wife rebels against her husband, a slave rebels against his master, the people rebel against officials, and subjects rebel against their king...

 So easy, so simple.

so…

　　【Did you resist? 】

if there is not…

　　【Are you voluntary? 】

 If not...at least not that obvious...

　　【Then don't you deserve it? 】

 Belicia took a deep breath and returned to the present.

"Not to mention the pig's status in the courtyard, his connections in the upper echelons, his identity, his power, his...everything."

Her eyes were cold and her cheeks twitched:

“Every time afterward, the pig would comfort me, saying that he would protect me and take care of me, speaking softly, just like the day he took me in...”

She clutched the cigarette tightly, but did not light it for a long time.

"And the benefits he used to promise, seduce, and reward me: better meals, lighter work, more rest, and... show that he values ​​your care and concern more among the apprentices... everything The thing you dreamed of when you were on the road to escape..."

And when she first discovered that as long as she obeyed, she could be rewarded, she would no longer be hungry and cold, she could get out of her predicament, and she could even be superior to others...

Belicia paused, as if she was suddenly suffocated.

She took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. Her movements were so difficult, as if she had spent her entire life trying to break away from this layer of suffocating air:

“So in the end, when they questioned me, I couldn’t figure it out: Could it be that I really did it voluntarily? Did my lack of fierce resistance count as consent? Did I accept his care as a tacit consent?”

 “You are not.” Lausanne II suddenly said.

Belicia smiled.

 “What about you, killer?”

 She raised her head and looked at the prisoner coldly:

“You didn’t voluntarily kill people, didn’t you voluntarily embark on the path of a killer?”

"I…"

 Lausanne II wanted to speak, but found that he was speechless.

 On this battlefield that he didn't understand and had never cared about.

 The blade of the sword he was proud of was not as sharp as imagined.

"Some time before the incident, the **** the lower bunk in the same room felt something." Belicia ignored him and continued talking to herself, "That tough girl is probably a refugee from the north. She is very strong. It was also very plagiarized, she didn’t say anything, she just secretly stuffed a razor blade into my hand during morning class.”

 Lausanne II’s eyes lit up.

 “But she thinks too easily.”

Belicia’s eyes were as still as dead water.

"That pig's strength is very strong, which is not comparable to that of a skinny little girl who doesn't have enough to eat. He knocked off my blade with one blow and only scratched a little skin. As for me, I am not so lucky. , as his punishment for me..."

The woman sneered and opened her clothes facing Lausanne II, revealing the tattoo on her left chest - a black and white Yongzhi flower with complicated patterns.

 “Remember this tattoo? You said it was beautiful at first...”

Lausanne II frowned and looked at the black and white Yongzhi flower with sadness.

 The next second, the smile on the woman's face turned cold.

“But it’s not about looking good and sexy, it’s about covering up.”

Belicia closed her shirt and said coldly:

"The original place was engraved with the family name of the pig, in the noble and classical ancient imperial script - haha, this is the first time I've grown up knowing that the ancient imperial script can be so complicated, with so many strokes, it seems like forever I can’t even finish it.”

  In other words, it cannot be finished.

 She snorted after saying this, as if it was really funny.

 The killer prisoner had been silent, and now he spoke:

 “Then did you seek justice later?”

Belicia was silent for a long time after hearing this.

 She looked down at the cigarette in her hand, expressionless.

 Fair.

what is that?

 Another name for power?

Belicia raised her head with a sneer on her lips.

“Since then, without knowing it, everyone in the entire almshouse looked at me differently, including the girl who gave me the blade: Why are you so weak that you don’t even dare to resist?”

 She looked at Lausanne II and her words were vicious and mean:

"From that day on, I became a 'bitch' in everyone's mouth: a **** who wanted men crazy, a **** who sold her body to please the priests, a **** who would do anything to get the upper hand, A **** full of lies and scheming, a **** who wants to drag people down because she didn’t pay enough for the breakup fee and didn’t negotiate a deal, a **** who has been **** to death by countless people behind her back... I even followed her one day. When grandma went out to buy something, an eight or nine-year-old beggar chased me with a smile and asked: If it were him, would ten coppers be enough?"

 After saying this, Belicia even laughed loudly and bent over with laughter.

 Lausanne II became increasingly silent.

 The woman sighed and adjusted her breathing.

"I was too stupid at that time. I couldn't think about this nonsense, so I hanged myself - right in front of the statue of the Sunset Goddess."

 Lausanne II’s eyes trembled slightly.

“Until a nun found me and a combination of first aid, luck and prayer—or, as she put it, magic—brought me back from the edge of the Hell River.”

Belicia rubbed the cigarette in her hand and spoke much calmer.

 It’s like telling someone else’s story.

"But she understood that I could no longer stay in the temple, so she secretly let me go and replaced me with the body of another girl - at that time, children were killed every day on the streets."

Belicia's mood was stable and her face was calm.

 So that day, she died.

 The nun's apprentice died.

 The girl is dead.

 The woman sneered lightly:

“And the girl who died in my place is named Belicia.”

 Belicia.

 Lausanne II looked at the other party with complicated eyes.

“That pig priest from the almshouse, what’s his name?”

 He spoke softly and cautiously.

Belicia came back to her senses and stared at the killer for a long time before snorting:

 “Why do you ask this?”

  Lausanne II clenched his remaining fist and gritted his teeth and said:

“Tell me, with your ability—at least your current ability—you made him pay.”

Belicia stared at him silently.

 Finally, the woman nodded.

 “Of course, he paid the price, eventually.”

 But not in the most appropriate way.

 “And I am free.”

 She sighed and returned to reality.

"But fate was not so kind - the Emerald City at that time was not suitable for a little girl to survive alone," the woman said calmly, "Fortunately, when I was about to die on the street, a wealthy businessman from the royal capital who came to the Emerald City on a business trip saved me. Got me."

She said quietly:

“Fortunately, I already understood at that time that no one’s generosity comes without a price: that wealthy businessman is not a philanthropist, let alone save everyone he sees.”

 Lausanne II frowned.

“But in order to eat, to survive, and to not die on the street, I would do anything, including pretending to be pitiful in front of that wealthy businessman—including all the skills I ‘learned’ from that pig to please men.”

Belicia sneered and said mockingly:

“Only this time, I can’t argue that I was ‘not voluntary’.”

 She raised her head, her eyes sinking into the darkness of the dungeon.

 So that day, she lived.

 The **** is alive.

 Lausanne II closed his eyes.

"In this way, the rich businessman raised me. He spent a lot of money. Except that he didn't like to tell me where the key to the villa door was, and he didn't allow the servants to let me go out, everything was fine. It was so good that I thought that in this life, That's all."

Belicia walked to the light, calmly lit the third cigarette, took a slow puff, and then turned around.

“Until his wife in the royal capital found out about us.”

 She chuckled.

“It’s very interesting, but it doesn’t seem like this is the first time this has happened to her. What’s even more interesting is that her first thought was not to find her husband.”

Belicia held up the cigarette and turned around with a smile as bright as a flower:

“The old godly woman was so jealous that she hired a gang of kidnappers from the Iron Bat Society, which specializes in human trafficking, and came all the way to the Emerald City to ‘solve’ me.”

solve.

 Lausanne II suddenly discovered that from here on, Belicia's tone was no longer trembling and painful, and even contained a bit of light-hearted joking.

 It seems like everything has become normal from now on.

　　It’s nothing more than a trivial matter.

“And that night when the kidnappers kidnapped me, feasted on me, and prepared to sell me to Harvest Town the next day…”

 Belicia took another puff of cigarette, puffing away the smoke while talking and laughing.

"I racked my brains and used the skills I learned from the pig and maybe the rich businessman."

I saw her squinting her eyes:

"I convinced—or rather, slept with—the leader of the kidnappers, and finally got his brain, which was smaller than his penis, to start working: just to kidnap women and children, and secretly sell them to Harvest Town. How much can you earn by giving it to poor bachelors?”

 Belicia’s eyes are sparkling, cute and cute:

"And for doing - in every sense - my vote, how much money did the old godly woman's employer give them? Does the rich businessman have a lot of property?"

 The woman whistled:

"So I was lucky enough not to be sold to Harvest Town, or worse, like the other goods they handled."

 Looking at the relaxed Belicia, Lausanne II felt heavy in his heart.

“So next month, when the wealthy businessman received my letter and came to the Emerald City to ‘see’ me, he was kidnapped.”

Belicia shrugged.

"I have to say that the kidnapper boss is quite upright. After collecting the money, he actually kept his promise and planned to let you go - just like they told the women and children in the cage, 'We will definitely let you go. It's as loud as ever."

 She sighed.

Thieves also have their own ways and their own principles. They only kidnap and sell, but do not kill people.

 What a good kidnapper!

“I have to remind them again, will the money extorted from that wealthy businessman be more than the reward for their arrest after letting him go free?”

 Belicia looked helpless, like a boss who encountered a stupid subordinate.

“So thank God, these kidnappers finally figured it out and know how to tear up the vote!”

 Lausanne II just stared at her without saying a word.

Complicated feelings.

 Belicia took another puff of cigarette and shook her head in the haze of smoke:

“In this way, in this kidnapper’s lair, I earned my first pot of gold and a new man’s shoulders.

“From that time on, I no longer have to accompany each of them, I only need to accompany the few who keep their word...

“Soon, they started to disagree about who could sleep with me a few days a week…

“The differences seemed to be quite big, so later on, after the differences were resolved, I only had to accompany the kidnapper boss…

“Then one day, the people down there, whether they slept with me or not, started calling me ‘sister-in-law’.”

 Speaking of this, Belicia laughed.

“The funny thing is, the kidnapper boss actually said one day that he fell in love with me! He actually wanted me to give him a child! A child! Hahahahaha…”

She knelt down and patted Lausanne II on the shoulder, laughing so hard that she seemed to have heard some big joke.

 But Lausanne II remained motionless.

"Not to mention this scumbag named Gary, how many mistresses and illegitimate children he has outside..."

 The woman seemed to have had enough laughter. She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears.

“But just like the pig priest and the rich businessman…”

Belicia’s smile gradually disappeared, and her eyes slowly became sharp:

　　"Lovely Gary, he never asked me whether I wanted to do it or not."

Belicia glanced at the killer and sneered:

“But the good news is that this time, no one came to ask me, ‘Why didn’t you resist?’”

 Lausanne II took a deep breath.

"and after?"

Belicia exhaled a puff of smoke.

“Remember that unlucky rich businessman?” She raised her eyebrows. “Kidnapping and cheating are not clear in other places, but in the Emerald City, this is a big taboo.”

Of course, the taboo is not kidnapping.

Belicia opened her mouth.

 But a wealthy businessman.

 Kidnapping? This is a big deal.

 Kidnapping a wealthy businessman? Wow, amazing! This is a fundamental event that shakes the foundation of the Kingdom of Stars, damages the honor and reputation of the South Coast Leader, goes against the Duke's governing policy, and affects the foundation of the Emerald City and its life and death!

 After all, there is nothing trivial for a wealthy businessman!

“I heard that the old Duke personally issued the message, and the entire Emerald City was under martial law. The Emerald Legion and the security officers were in hot pursuit. Gary and his men had no choice but to flee here and there.”

Belicia curled her lips disdainfully: "Until they were found by the Blood Bottle Gang and tortured to death, the last one left and left to travel on the high seas."

I heard that I went to a lot of places, with each person going to an average of four or five places.

"Were they found by the Blood Bottle Gang," Lausanne II realized something was fishy and couldn't help but ask, "or did you expose them to the Blood Bottle Gang?"

Belicia hummed softly:

 “Is there a difference?”

She took a heavy drag on her cigarette until she couldn't stand it anymore and choked repeatedly.

 “But this time, I wasn’t so lucky.”

 The woman’s eyes were frozen.

“Before getting rid of Gary, I tried my best to eliminate all clues, but the Blood Bottle Gang, they still caught me.”

Belicia slowly stretched out her hand, put out the remaining cigarette on the ground, and rubbed it back and forth:

 “Sent me to him.”

 The expression on her face disappeared.

“Only this time, the man I met this time, the new boss, was different from the previous one. He didn’t touch me or even look at me.”

Belicia snorted, with a hint of disdain and hatred.

"He just said that he saw something in me, something that ordinary mistresses don't have."

 Her breathing gradually quickened:

"He pressed me and asked me whether I should continue to live here and there, tying my livelihood to another person, or whether I should use my talents..."

Lausanne II opened his eyes, filled with coldness:

 “Turnbull.”

Belicia snorted softly and nodded in acknowledgement.

“That was the first meeting between me and the old gang leader, no, the old wall lamp.”

 Her eyes became lifeless again.

 “From that day on, I became his bitch.”

 A real bitch.

 His tools.

 His weapons.

"In this way, I changed my identity and used my talents: soldier, businessman, ship owner, security officer, and even colleagues of the Blood Bottle Gang who threatened Turnbull... From a country girl determined to repay kindness, to a beautiful and refined lady in distress, and even in my life As a frustrated stage actor, I have acted in various plays, spying on Turnbull’s intelligence, recruiting allies, attacking enemies and even my own people.”

Hearing this, Lausanne II could not help but notice:

It has been a long time since Belicia had a smile on her face.

“Until one day, I met another man.”

 She raised her head.

 “Sonar Kevindir.”

 Lausanne II's attention was again attracted.

“He just sat at the luxurious tea table with a calm posture, politely and respectfully asked me to sit down, and asked me if I could have dinner with him, and talk about the loyalty of the Turnbull gang.”

 Belicia grinned, revealing an exaggerated and distorted smile:

“He is worthy of being a great man born into a noble family. He is the majestic lord of the city. His every move is noble and elegant, and his every word is considerate. It is simply more heart-warming than the pig priest’s smile.”

 The woman spoke quietly, with hidden resentment that was difficult to detect:

“Of course, until he died inexplicably at the hands of an assassin.”

As she finished speaking, her shoulders began to shake.

 At first, Lausanne II thought she was sobbing.

 But he soon discovered that the other party was laughing.

 Can’t stop laughing.

 “Hahahahahaha…”

 Belicia covered her shoulders, the corners of her mouth were exaggerated, and she let out a weird laugh that chilled her bones:

"Ha ha ha ha…"

 Laughter echoed in the dungeon, but Lausanne II only felt heavy in his heart.

 He was silent for a long time amid laughter.

"sorry."

　It wasn’t until Belicia’s mouth went dry from laughing and silence returned to the dungeon that the killer slowly spoke:

 “But I, I don’t know, I don’t even know if this story, these experiences you told me, are they true.”

Belicia snorted coldly:

“Because these experiences are too coincidental, right? Why am I so unlucky that I haven’t met any good people?”

 Lausanne II frowned: "No, I just..."

“If you don’t believe the logic, then it’s naturally false and I made it up.”

Belicia tilted her head indifferently:

“Just believe what you want to believe—it’s not the first time anyway.”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…‖

 “But according to you, I am also in the so-called ‘cage’.”

 The woman interrupted him and said coldly:

"From the beginning, I was in the hands of one man and then the next. No matter how beautifully I struggled, I was always in a cage."

 Lausanne II was stunned.

"But remember, if it weren't for that night, if it wasn't the night that tricked you and the old wall lamp until you vomited blood, I would still be Turnbull's **** and plaything, being manipulated by him to seduce, seduce, monitor and deal with all kinds of things. Men: wealthy businessmen, corrupt officials, rivals, even ambitious drug dealers, or..."

 Belicia glanced at Lausanne II.

 “A murderous killer.”

 The killer was speechless.

"And if not every time, every time when this **** fate that drives people crazy comes before my eyes, I will rack my brains, use all my strength, and use all the postures that you look down on, and struggle to save myself from a narrow escape. …”

Belicia clicked her tongue and shook her head:

"And you say that's not important? That's meaningless? No matter how hard you struggle, it makes no difference? You even look down on my way of relying on power to 'get justice', and you think my posture is ugly?"

Looking at the serious-looking killer, Belicia smiled again.

 “Dear, what the hell, Nimal Gobi.”

 She said the ugliest words in the gentlest tone.

“As for where the end of my road is, will it depend on the next man, or will such an ugly struggle be able to break out of the so-called prison..."

Belicia sneered.

“Honey, I’ve struggled along the way,” she shook her head, “but I’ve never been in a **** prison.”

 Lausanne II did not speak.

"Unlike you, Lausanne II, or Shabi Killer, Shabi Attendant, you are trapped in the past, and all you can see is the cage..."

 Belicia put away her smile.

 “You ran away from your own battle.”

Belicia’s eyes are like daggers:

 “And I caught it.”

Facing the woman's cruelty, Lausanne II remained silent for a long time.

 Finally, he avoided the other party's aggressive gaze and lowered his eyes.

 “You and I, we are not talking about the same thing.”

"Is not it?"

Belicia stood up and hummed disdainfully.

“Your struggle, your struggle,” Lausanne II took a deep breath, “Same as my struggle, my struggle in three stages of life...”

He gritted his teeth and said:

 “It’s never the same thing.”

 Belicia did not speak immediately, but stared at him coldly.

 Lausanne II did not avoid it, but just looked back at her stubbornly.

 It seemed as if this moment was the most sincere reunion between the two after so many years.

 Until Belicia raised the corners of her lips.

“One day, the old nun who worked at the almshouse found me—she somehow recognized me.”

 Even if the girl dies and the **** comes back to life.

 Even though I have already changed beyond recognition.

 “Old Aunt…” Lausanne II frowned.

"The one who saved me and released me," Belicia didn't explain much, "she has a terminal illness and her life will not be long."

 The woman narrowed her eyes:

“There’s only one thing she’s worried about.”

"What's up?"

“After I died that year, the pig priest was transferred and suspended, but he was reinstated after the limelight passed, as if people had forgotten what he had done.”

 In other words, it doesn’t matter what he has done.

 After all, it is not easy for the temple to cultivate a good and qualified priest, and it cannot be ruined by some scandals and rumors, right?

“The Temple of the Sunset and the Emerald City, from top to bottom, covered up this matter as if it never happened.”

 “What?” Lausanne II’s breathing quickened.

"Yeah, what's even more unfortunate is that that pig will soon take over as the deputy chief priest of the city. He also has a teacher-student relationship with the district chief priest. He is a guest of every major family. If he operates properly in the future, he may even become a cultivator. One of the chief priests of all people—especially since he started in a workhouse, in the eyes of the temple’s senior officials, he is a rare talent trained from the grassroots level.”

 Belicia disdains authenticity.

Moreover…

 After the turmoil, the official was reinstated...

Doesn’t this mean that the priest has withstood the investigation and test and is clean and honest?

It also proves that Sunset Temple behaves righteously, sits upright, promotes virtuous people without restraint, and is not afraid of what others say?

As for the team of sunset priests, they are as pure and fair as ever.

 The results have come out and the dust has settled. Do you still question the decision of the temple’s senior officials?

 Who are you?

 Should it be the chief officiant or the deputy officiant?

 Belicia pressed her left chest and breathed quickly.

“I have tried all methods, including reporting anonymously, asking for help from superiors, and even speaking out regardless of my reputation, but to no avail.”

Belicia snorted coldly:

“In fact, in the monastery that the pig is about to take over, there are several nuns who have been abused by him, but they dare not speak out.”

 Lausanne II remained motionless.

“So, after praying tens of thousands of times but never getting a response from the goddess, the old mama made a decision..."

Belicia’s eyes were complicated.

 For Mammy herself, just thinking about it was a sinful decision, and bringing it up was even more contrary to Sunset's teachings, a decision that would make her suffer divine punishment and fall into **** forever.

 “When she was young, Mammy failed to protect her girls.”

 “And now, she is going to die.”

Belicia shook her head and smiled:

 “She doesn’t want to leave any regrets.”

 Lausanne II understood something, and his color changed slightly in emotion and surprise.

 “She wants to…”

“Mammy took out her many years of savings—although it wasn’t much, not as much as the money she earned from walking on the street—and found me.”

Belicia said softly.

Once upon a time, grandma endured silence for the sake of the overall situation.

Now she rebels against her faith in order to atone for her sins.

"I don't know why it's me. Maybe she sees that I'm on the wrong track and haven't taken the right path after all, or maybe she thinks that I'm dirty enough and shouldn't mind doing dirty work again?"

Belicia said sarcastically.

"However, it involves the temple and the upper-class nobles, and there are consequences and risks of being wanted for revenge. No one in the entire Emerald City or even the South Bank Territory dares to take on this job - just asking is enough to make Beimen Bridge finally The vicious drug dealer covered his ears to avoid him.”

 Belicia's smile disappeared.

 But she must make it.

 No matter how difficult it is.

must.

"I had no choice but to go to Turnbull, and the old sconce replied..."

Belicia looked serious:

"only one person."

"one person?"

Belicia nodded:

“The old gang leader told me that there is only one person in the Emerald City now, one swordsman. He is the only one who dares to take the sword, and he can offend countless people, cause endless troubles, and even do the job that requires him to remain anonymous forever.”

 A swordsman.

At that moment, Lausanne II remembered something and trembled all over!

 “Yes, he is the only one.”

Belicia repeated softly.

　　【But, he has been practicing chivalry for too long and is pedantic and stubborn. Apart from self-defense and revenge, why should he be paid to kill people...】

Belicia stared at the unconscious prisoner and recalled Turnbull’s meaningful words:

  【Unless, unless someone gives him a push, throws away the frame, and crosses the last line...】

“Just like that, Turnbull pulled the strings and Mammy found the swordsman.”

 Belicia closed her eyes and pushed the words of the old gang leader out of her mind:

“Mammy didn’t tell me more. She only said that the latter took over the job, even though the remuneration was meager.”

Belicia took a deep breath:

“Not only that, but before leaving, he even gave grandma a bottle of medicine, saying that it could-”

 “It can cure her cough.”

 Lausanne II interrupted her.

 The Vampire Killer took over Belicia's words with a blank look on his face:

"I told her that the medicine would make her...relaxed."

 Lausanne II moved his lips in a daze:

 “Just...melt it into the blood.”

 It can make the dead alive, with flesh and white bones.

 Cure the terminal illness of the poor old woman.

Belicia smiled.

“Yes, Nanny said, his attitude was as if the bottle was nothing and could just be thrown away.”

 Unconsciously, Lausanne II looked sad and his lips trembled.

Why?

　　He asked sadly, looking into the endless darkness in the dungeon.

 Also look towards the old days.

Why?

“But Mammy never used that bottle of medicine until she died—she recognized it. Don’t forget, she was also a nun in the temple.”

Belicia took a deep breath.

"Before she died, she gave me the extremely precious blood," the woman looked at the stunned killer, her tone was rare and calm, "Let me find a chance to return it to its original owner."

That child needs it more than I, an old woman who is destined to go to hell. 】

Belicia slowly squatted down and spoke softly:

 “As for the priest…”

"died."

 Lausanne II remembered something and his eyes were confused:

 “I killed him while I was still...”

 At a banquet, under the protection of a full team of temple bodyguards and guards.

 He was covered in blood and injuries, and was almost overtaken by the Emerald Legion.

 Because I am not skilled, I wasted an hour just to lock the target.

 But he still succeeded.

 He killed him.

 Kill the priest.

 Lausanne II closed his eyes:

 “For, for...the old woman’s reward.”

 Or something else.

Belicia smiled.

 Smile is sincere and natural.

“Back then, after Dogtooth Bot died, Turnbull gave me some choices for my next target, from high-ranking officials to nobles, from wealthy people to big bosses…”

 She put her hands on the killer's shoulders and said softly:

 “But I know my choice.”

 Even if it’s just to return the thing to its original owner.

 Thinking of the solid source of blood, Lausanne II's thoughts were confused and he felt weak.

“As I said, my dear,” Belicia sighed, “I knew from the first moment I saw you that we are the same person.”

 “Because you are broken.”

 Lausanne II trembled when he heard this.

 “Just like me.”

At that moment, in the boundless darkness of the dungeon, Belicia smiled the gentlest and most endearing smile.

 Same as before.

So from then on, the Emerald City lost a pious nun.

 There is also a dirty pig missing.

 But there is another cold-blooded killer.

 And a vicious bitch. (End of chapter)