Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Beo / What a coincidence, it doesn’t belong to…
Blood splattered on his face, Georgiana remained expressionless as she stabbed him again and again until Cyril closed his eyes.
She panted, her arms trembling slightly as she watched the once-invincible Pope being killed so easily. It was as if past love and hatred, like the fragility of life, had turned to quicksand on her fingertips, drifting away with the wind...
She thought she would feel extremely happy. Yes, the moment she saw Cyril die, she felt that she could finally breathe freely.
Ludwig's unrecognizable corpse, Heinrich's sick and mad appearance, the dilapidated Charvez Manor... the hatred lingering in her heart tormented her day and night and she couldn't sleep. Now that she finally killed the culprit, she should be relieved.
However, when the blood flowed on her palm with a burning temperature, she shed a tear.
The tear fell on Cyril's face and then quietly rolled down his collar, as if it was also his tear.
Why are you crying?
Georgiana wiped her eyes blankly.
Over the years, she thought she had no tears left.
Most of her life was painful.
The so-called royal princess was actually the product of an incestuous relationship with a licentious king. Her mother had committed suicide, and she was considered unlucky. She was able to grow up only because of her older sister.
In the first half of her life, her world only had her sister Seraphina, who was her only support, so she was willing to take the initiative to replace Seraphina and become the saint of the Temple of the Holy Land.
After arriving at the temple, she briefly fell in love with Cyril. It is difficult for anyone in this world to ignore the favoritism of the gods.
She had witnessed his ability to change the world, which made the young girl believe that she also had the possibility of creating a better life.
She couldn't tell whether it was longing or love, or both.
She was willing to become a believer of Shengyao. When that ray of light shone into the world, the haze of the first half of her life seemed to be swept away, and she could enter a new life with a smile.
When Cyril abandoned her, she didn't actually feel deep pain. The feeling of being abandoned or used was too familiar, it wasn't a big deal. She just sighed inwardly: As expected.
She is like a boat drifting with the current, never having a harbor to anchor. She will go wherever fate wants her to go. Sometimes she will think optimistically that maybe that is also a new life.
The young princess, having just reached adulthood, is still looking forward to a new life.
Later, she really had it briefly - it turns out that there are people like Ludwig in this world.
He is smart and stupid, always doing things that everyone opposes; he is taciturn and never says nice things; he is a complete fool, even though he knows that she is a thorn in the side of the royal family and the church, he is willing to swear marriage vows to her in the church.
In that brief time, their love was not particularly touching. In his entire life, he never even mentioned the word "love".
What is love?
Is it the everlasting love described in the books, or is it the love that lasts through life and death? Georgiana doesn't understand.
She only remembered the moment when those dark eyes, tinged with a smile, noticed her gaze and hurriedly lowered their heads; the moment in the wedding church when he placed the ring on her finger despite her mother's objections; the moment she gave birth, when she was ready to leave this world, but in the moment before she passed out, she saw the tears of that invulnerable man dripping onto her face...
She caught that tear, but never had time to answer in this life.
She should have known that fate had always been cruel to her. When the boat thought it had finally found a harbor, it was destroyed by a violent storm.
She knelt down devoutly in front of Mount Morpheus more than once, hoping that this unchanging mountain might listen to her pleas, let everything start over again, and let time go back.
But the only answer she got was the howling of the cold wind. The gods seemed to be mocking her. How could a chess piece being manipulated on a chessboard really want to change her fate?
It hurts so much! My numb heart is aching violently at this moment.
What is a god? Why did the gods of this world choose Cyril? Why did they manipulate her life so recklessly? Desperate for revenge, she finally killed Cyril, but who would return what she had lost?
Those peaceful years without wind or rain have long disappeared in the waves of fate, leaving no trace.
With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground.
The revenge is over.
She raised her head, wiped away her tears and smiled, her eyes empty.
After a long moment, she pulled the corners of her mouth apart, revealed a smile, and turned back to say, "Hurry up and leave."
Heinrich looked at her in astonishment, the long-lost name stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say it out loud.
That was his mother, the mother he thought had killed his grandfather and father with her own hands and had never loved him... It turned out that she had been lurking beside Cyril, and even when her son appeared in front of her, she had no chance to recognize him.
"Let's go," Georgiana repeated, her brown eyes looking at Heinrich.
Her face was so terrifying, yet it overlapped with the beautiful appearance in her memory, gentle and quiet.
"Come with us." Isabel slowly walked towards Georgiana. "When everything is over, the Charvis Manor will be waiting for your return."
She paused, "Hein and you must have a lot to talk about."
Georgiana lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, she said, "Okay, you guys leave the cave first. I need to deal with Cyril's body. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to the Galan Temple."
"We'll help you."
"No, I am a temple servant now, and it is easier to explain with my identity."
Reasonable reasons cannot be refuted.
Isabel said nothing, but took Heinrich's firearm and shot Cyril twice in the chest. She then took his pulse to make sure there was no sign of life before retreating.
After leaving the cave, Isabel lay on Heinrich's shoulder, feeling the cold wind blowing on her face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the distance, on the mountainside, Audrey and Herman were waiting with the guards.
Seeing the two figures, Audrey excitedly waved: "We are here!"
Isabel smiled and waved back.
"It's all over at last." Heinrich also forced a smile.
"Well, wait for the princess..." Isabel paused, then suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Wait until mother comes out. You should carry her on your back, right?"
Heinrich had not expected to face the dilemma of both his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law falling into the water so soon. He was speechless for a long time and said unhappily, "Your leg is injured. Mother won't care about it."
The name was casually said, and Heinrich reacted and lowered his head uncomfortably.
"Yes, Hein, she is your mother. No matter how many misunderstandings happened in the past, she will not care." Isabel stared at him and smiled.
Heinrich's expression was complicated, and he suddenly sighed: "She and I... don't have a very close mother-son relationship."
"But she must love you very much." Isabel paused and said softly, "Do you remember the life-saving herb that suddenly appeared? Hermann said it came from St. Petersburg. Its origin, which was previously inexplicable, is finally clear now."
Heinrich was completely stunned, his eyes reddened, and he quickly turned his head away.
"She couldn't leave because of the hatred she carried, but she didn't stop loving you." Isabel stroked Heinrich's cheek and whispered, "Don't blame her."
Heinrich took a deep breath and said, "I won't."
Heinrich forced a smile, and both of them looked towards the cave at the same time.
In the cave, Georgiana stood with her back to everyone, wondering what she was thinking about.
"Come out, mother," Heinrich suddenly shouted.
Georgiana froze for a moment and slowly turned her head.
There seemed to be a myriad of emotions in her eyes, which eventually turned into a faint sadness.
She also waved and said something.
They were too far away to hear clearly.
Just as Heinrich was about to get closer, Isabel's expression changed drastically: "Watch out behind you!"
In the cave, a bloody hand grasped Georgiana's ankle, and then a trembling laugh was heard.
"For that man, you want to kill me..."
Georgiana turned around suddenly, and at that moment, she saw Cyril, who should have been dead, actually stood up staggeringly!
She wasn't sure whether it was a human or a ghost, and subconsciously picked up the dagger, but before she could move, Cyril grabbed her wrist.
"Georgiana..." His voice was frighteningly soft, mixed with laughter, close to her ear, "Have you forgotten? I am a god... Gods cannot be killed, hahahaha."
As he spoke, a mechanical system sound that no one else could hear rang out.
"Automatically consume one hundred points to restore vital signs."
"Host, I remind you again that your points are limited. Please focus on the main storyline of changing the world. Host, I remind you again that your points are limited..."
When the system prompt sounded, time stopped, as if it was divided into another space, and everyone paused like puppets.
However, Isabel in the distance slowly raised her eyes, and shock and understanding appeared in her eyes at the same time.
system? !
So that's how it is...
The so-called gods and miracles all come from things that do not belong to this world.
Isabel clenched her fingers.
What a coincidence, there are more than one person who does not belong to this world.
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