Evelyn: "......" Evelyn: "?" Hearing the other party taunt herself with such unflinching words, Evelyn blinked her eyes as if deliberately catering to Celia, and the kind of pitiful, endearing look that the other party perceived passed over her face. "Pretending to be pitiful? That's not true," said Evelyn, smiling a little and speaking in a natural tone, "I'm already pitiful, Miss Celia. Take pity on me, if you can." After being inexplicably sarcastic, Evelyn shows absolutely no signs of anger and is even in the mood for a joke. Seeing her like this, Celia originally had a lot of vicious and pungent words that were being held in her stomach, but now she couldn't make any effort like a punch on cotton, staring at her fiercely for half a day, but didn't say a single word. After a moment, Celia let go of her hand and said with cold sarcasm, "It's precisely because there are so many people like you who think they're pitiful that Asa-sama gets caught up in boring things day
From the moment I opened my eyes from the bed, the [The gods are everywhere, the gods are watching you] inscribed on the ceiling of the single room came into view, and then the deadly day began. But after Evelyn had slowly read the good and bad of the Reverend Sisters, and deliberately behaved one way or another in the direction desired by the other, and had become the so-called tame finished product, her life in the convent gradually took off like a fish out of water--the "It should be some time before Mr. Asa returns." Evelyn said this while reaching out her hand and patting a small empty space beside herself, inviting Celia affectionately, "Come, sit beside me." "I like to spend time with simple people." Evelyn said with a smile. For some reason, Celia ghostly complied with Evelyn's wishes and sat down next to her like a cat she'd casually beckoned over with a cheap snack-it was so strange, Celia thought back, confused: what the hell
Asa unknowingly begins to show his controlling nature over Evelyn. At first he took over Evelyn's daily routine as a doctor, then gradually took over her body - he would let Evelyn pick a book of interest at random and read it to her himself in a gentle voice, and since Evelyn had lost her eyesight, he would kindly describe the changes in the scenery outside her window. The scenery changed. Despite Evelyn's gradual improvement due to the blood she had consumed, she was still incredibly weak in Asa's eyes, and he would not easily let Evelyn pick up a comb, a cup, or a pen on her own. "Leave everything to me in peace." As Evelyn tried to stand up on her own, Asa suddenly and wordlessly stepped out of the darkness and approached her before taking hold of her small arm and whispering to Evelyn. The other man's voice was rather soft and melodious and seductive, and Evelyn wondered if the moths that had defiantly swooped down to the only light of the fire in the darkness had heard
Eventually Evelyn was able to attend the so-called exchange at Asa's gesture. Evelyn still retained memories of such exchanges, which were really nothing more than a way for the fancy Sisters and the Magisters to examine the monastery's apprentices, with those who behaved well racking up points towards an early departure from the monastery, and those who behaved poorly facing rather harsh punishments. Evelyn had gone to great lengths to get out of this hellhole of a convent, pretending to be cleaned up and polished - calm, collected, collected, organized, meticulous, not embarrassed to talk to older clerics even as an apprentice, and even the sternest of the sisters would only smile with relief when they looked at her. would look at her with nothing but a pleased smile. There can be many ways to get what you want. Evelyn realized at that point that it didn't have to be drastic to get there, and that perhaps a gentler, roundabout approach would h
Evelyn was tugged by Asa, carefully walking down a long, seemingly endless flight of steps.Evelyn had one hand held in Asa's palm and one hand assisting the wall. The walls were wet and cold, like moss growing out of sight.Evelyn walked slowly and carefully as she listened to Asa's whispered instructions to her. The deeper she went into the dungeon, the more she could feel an unusual chill.Evelyn heard many low, subdued, and intertwined voices, densely overlapping each other like ants swarming from all directions. She listened carefully and realized that the voices were chanting the precepts of the temple incoherently. After some time, Asa's steps finally stopped. "It's already here." Asa said, "This is the deepest part of the temple dungeon." "In six days' time His Excellency Xavier will be executed by decapitation, and according to the precepts he must undergo a seven-day period of corporal punishment before he is beheaded, a
Night has come. It was a starless and moonless night, the night sky was covered with leaden dark clouds.Evelyn opened the window and sat by it.It was pitch black outside, the only sounds in the silence were the chirping of bugs and the sound of falling leaves. As the seventh leaf fell, Evelyn heard a footstep - not Asa, the man's footsteps were heavier and deeper; not Celia, this one was clearly less brisk. Without a word, the man walked up to Evelyn and stopped in a position where he was able to scrutinize her. At the same time, Evelyn caught a familiar scent, one that she had only ever smelled on aging Archons - the scent of someone older, but not unpleasant. Evelyn politely initiated the conversation, "And you are, please?" "Take it easy," said the other in a pale, low voice, "I just want to see how much Asa is hiding from me." At that, Evelyn immediately responded, nodded at the other man, and said, "The Pope." "Th
The thick black mist transformed into long vines that tightly strangled her throat. Celia wanted to scream but couldn't make any sound, and could only still let the black mist strangle her and carry her forward. Silent black flames swept through the entire temple, which burned in silence and turned into rubble. Celia could only watch as the familiar, pale-faced magi arranged themselves as if they were puppets on strings, and one by one they walked expressionlessly into the black flames. Everything was eerily silent and terrifying, as if it were just a mediocre night. Finally, the black mist that was like chains carried Celia to Evelyn's presence, where the bodies of the Pope and Asa were displayed on the ground. And Evelyn, the suspected murderer, was standing in the center of the black flames, holding a blood-stained longsword and casually treating Asa's body like a small mouse. Sensing Celia's breath, Evelyn suddenly gave a distant glance towa
Over the old domain was a red moon. But this moon wasn't quite the same as Evelyn remembered; the red moon was in pieces as if it were a spider's web, broken into small and large remnants floating in the night sky like shiny red diamonds. Evelyn lifted her head and gazed silently at the moon in the sky, the eerie red moonlight reflecting in her pupils - her eyes were even more dazzling and out of reach than the red moon in the sky. The demon Lloyd was deeply engrossed in these cold, unforgiving, red eyes that were colder than demon blood. He was on both knees, both arms severed in unison, and the wounds all over his body were covered in never-ending black flames that prevented his body from regenerating. He looked at Evelyn, gazing at her, looking up at her, with the gaze of a loser looking at a winner, a gaze that burned even hotter than the flames burning on his body. However Evelyn didn't care about the frenzied sight of her defeated opponent. This was the twenty-sevent