My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Don't learn from your sister, Teresa." She closed her eyes and gently rubbed the girl's face. "At that time, even regretting itself will become a luxury..."

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"Don't learn from your sister, Teresa." She closed her eyes and gently rubbed the girl's face. "At that time, even regretting itself will become a luxury..."

"Sister...have you experienced anything?" the white-haired girl asked hesitantly while hugging the woman.

"Ah... that's a story from a long, long time ago." Dracula let go of her hand slightly, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's not an interesting story, it's just a boring thing. If you tell it as a normal story, it might scare the children~"

"Sister and sister's Ni..." Theresa paused as she said this, as if she felt a little strange, she changed the wording. "Have you ever had any conflicts with someone your sister likes?"

"If that kind of complicated relationship is summed up with a simple contradiction, it will make me look very cunning." The beauty with white hair and white dress smiled, and raised her hand to pinch Teresa's face again.

"It should be said that we have never had any quarrels. It can only be said that we have different positions. What he wants to protect is what I hate. What he wants to praise is what I find ridiculous. We all have good thoughts. You have to completely change each other, but we both failed.”

"Do you have to... completely change the other party?" Teresa was stunned and blinked. "If two people get along with each other...you have to reach this level to be able to continue, and getting along shouldn't be two people giving in to each other..."

"Ah, yes."

The corner of Dracula's mouth curled up into a somewhat emotional smile, and he raised his head to look at the high dome of the room.The colorful glazed windows are half open and half closed, half of which sprinkles hazy and pure white moonlight, and half of which is like a gorgeous fantasy dream.It was as if two people were looking at each other across the world, with each other's phantom reflected in their pupils.

She stood up, with a beautiful face, tall and slender figure, white hair reaching her waist, white skirt reaching the floor, her skin was pure white without a trace of blood, without any flaws, like a work of art carefully crafted by God, the beauty of all forms merged into one One of the works.Reminiscent of plaster statues, frescoed angels, or something else divine.Rather than a woman in the world.

Only when she opened her eyes, there was a crystal light in her bright red pupils.

"Compared to him loving me, I should love him more. No, or his love for me is no different from that of other people. Compared with [lover], from his point of view [old friend] 】Perhaps it is a more appropriate title.”

"But even I who love him more." The woman smiled, her smile was calm and calm.There is a clean and transparent joy.

"I won't change myself in this kind of thing for him."

"elder sister……"

Teresa pursed her lips, looked at the woman she called her sister, and called her name softly.

"Theresa." She bent down and touched her head, "Go, if you want to find your happiness, go."

"Everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness. If you continue to worry about this or that under such circumstances, you may miss a good opportunity~"

She narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"As long as I find time in the future, I will come back to see my sister often~"

"...Hmm!" The white-haired little girl was silent for a while, and then began to nod violently.

"Then go tonight. When you get there, it will be dawn soon."

Dracula took out a small white shoe and touched her head.Watching her put on her shoes, trot to the door, turn her head and wave to herself excitedly.

Under the pure white moonlight, the girl is wearing a red and black Gothic long dress, her long white hair is tied into two strands and placed behind her back, the skirt flutters in the air as she runs, revealing her smooth and delicate calves underneath, with a beautiful face , the smile is pure and innocent.

It seems to be able to purify the heart.

"Then sister, I'm leaving!"

"Go."

The corners of Dracula's mouth curled up gently, and he waved his hand after her.

"Hee hee~"

In her sight, the young girl showed a bright smile on her face, turned around and flashed out of the door, and disappeared outside the door.

"..."

As the girl's figure gradually disappeared from the door frame, the smile on Dracula's face also gradually subsided.

She shook her head, turned around and sat back on the bed, raised her head and looked up at the window on the zenith, her brows and eyes were calm, she didn't know what she was thinking.The moonlight shone on her body through the half-open window, making her hair as white as snow and her clothes as white as frost.

It wasn't until several groups of shadows surged out from the backlight on the floor of the room, condensed into shapes, and turned into a few respectful figures kneeling before her, that she slowly withdrew her gaze, and the tenderness in her eyebrows faded slightly.

They don't deserve her tenderness, even if she doesn't have enough energy to command so many bodies, she will directly erase their will and become puppets in her hands.

Why are they stooping?Because they didn't dare to show their eyes in front of her, there was fear, hatred, shame, and many complicated things in their eyes, except that there was no reverence or awe.

But she doesn't need this kind of thing. The emperor needs both kindness and power to rule the people, but the gods only need power to rule the mortals.She is not that idiotic man who got the blood of longevity in her hands, and he has to pay for his soul when she needs it.

She felt it was fair, even a gift.

Because in her eyes, human beings are inherently sinful, sinful in themselves.Sin should have been wiped out from the beginning, not to mention the blessings received in her hands.

She stood up, walked out of the room, and walked to a high place.

There stood her throne, under which lowly servants knelt.

They bowed one by one under the steps, like the tide of sin.

"The darkness and filth in this world will not be changed by someone holding a torch high. Instead, the filth will be illuminated more and more under the light of that torch. There is original sin deep in the human soul, and this sin is huge. It will not be washed off by the pure whiteness of a few people, but it will appear dirtier compared to the pure whiteness of those people."

The woman was chanting while walking, and her white jade-like bare feet stepped on the bright red carpet, with distinct color differences.The pure white skirt gradually lengthened as she walked, dragging to the ground.

The moonlight was still bathing her body, but there was an inexplicable illusion that she was shining on the moon in the sky.

At this moment, in a place that could not be seen by Teresa who had just walked down the stairs and was running happily in the corridor, even couldn't help laughing out loud, there was a blood-red light blooming in the night sky, In the distant city, several streaks of blood light rose up, echoing it from a distance.

Fighting broke out in the city, with a splash of gunfire and blood.