Chapter 106 Dirty
"teacher?!"
Xia looked at the two people in front of him in disbelief. Because of excessive emotion, his usually sweet and gentle face revealed a twisted obscurity and darkness.
He really didn't want to believe his eyes.
God of Light, what did he see!!
Callisto, his dearest and most respected teacher, whom he regarded as the light of humanity, actually stroked the cheek of the person he hated the most, and even seemed to be about to kiss him on the lips!
That's Pope Callisto!
Thea had never seen such a gentle expression on Callisto's face.
Your Holiness, even your gentleness towards others is accompanied by a sense of distance.
Most of the time, his expression was indifferent, as if nothing could move him.
Even Sia, as a disciple and student, could not always get special treatment from Callisto.
However, the more this happens, the more precious his occasional gentleness becomes.
It makes people unable to help but indulge in it and unable to extricate themselves.
Especially for Xia, who has illusions.
Often, just a slight smile from Callisto was enough to keep Xia in a good mood for the rest of the day.
That was the smile that His Holiness the Pope gave him, a smile that was indescribably special.
Callisto is regarded by humans as the closest to gods and the most compassionate and powerful Pope.
No one could make him turn his eyes, which were always fixed straight ahead, back.
No one can pull him down from the altar.
To be more precise, Xia couldn't accept that Callisto would step down from the altar for anyone other than himself.
He always thought that he was special to Callisto.
It was Callisto who brought him out of the mud.
It was Callisto who gave Sia a new life.
He is his teacher, and he is also his most special disciple.
But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.
special?
It was quite special, but when he actually saw this scene, Xia realized it with great hatred.
He was never special.
The special treatment he thought he was entitled to was nothing but his wishful thinking.
He never actually possessed Callisto's true gentleness.
The collapse of faith is just like this.
Perhaps reality had foreshadowed this.
Xia has always been extremely sensitive to other people's emotions.
He could see that Callisto's attitude toward him might not be as special and important as he thought.
He didn't allow himself to call him teacher in front of others, and never stood up for him in public. Even in the familiar Church in West Asia, he could only be called "Master West Asia" by strangers...
Perhaps, in Callisto's eyes, there was no difference between him and his other disciples and students.
In countless nights in the past, Xia told himself that it was because of his past life experience that was a hindrance. When he returned to the Klein family, he would be recognized by the Holy See and by Callisto little by little.
Besides, isn't Callisto partial to him enough?
He personally rescued him from the mud and made an exception to accept him as his disciple.
Even the oldest cardinal in the Vatican who has the longest tenure once lamented that he was the only exception in all the years since Callisto entered the Vatican.
After hearing so much true and false flattery, Xia himself couldn't see clearly.
Callisto's expressionless gaze made Xia wonder if he was also concerned about him at this moment? Was it just because he was indifferent and didn't like to talk much that he kept his concern deep in his heart and didn't say anything?
In this self-hypnosis day after day, year after year.
Even if it is false, it has become a "fact" that Xia firmly believes in.
And this "fact" constituted the core confidence and pride of his first twenty years.
Therefore, even the slightest sign of a crash was enough to make him fall into the pain of complete collapse.
No--
impossible.
There is no way...
Obviously he is the only exception for Callisto!
Lu Yi?
Why should he?
At this moment, Xia even hated the nun who showed him the way.
Why should he be told that Callisto was in the osmanthus forest? Why should he be allowed to see this scene that made him want to vomit?
It was clear that eight or nine out of ten times he came before, he was unable to see His Holiness the Pope.
Why did he see it just this time? Why did he see it just this time?
Xia's eyes turned red and were instantly filled with tears.
He stared at Callisto infatuatedly and stumbled towards the two of them.
In his excitement, he even tripped over the flat grass and fell to the ground in a mess.
Xia looked up and looked at the indifferent Callisto, her tears wet her white clothes.
The white robe he had put on deliberately was stained with dirt and grass stems. He could imagine how miserable he was at the moment without a mirror.
Xia gritted her teeth, patted her clothes, stood up and continued moving forward.
"Teacher, what are you doing?" Xia said tremblingly.
He knelt beside them and said with a sob: "Teacher, please look at me! Please look at me..."
Xia stretched out her hands, completely unable to control the trembling of her arms and palms due to her excessive emotional fluctuations.
There were dark red blood stains in the gaps between his nails, and if you looked closely you would see that the blood must have come from the palm of his hand.
At some point, Xia's palms had been left with several bloody marks of varying depths from his own forceful fisting.
The bloodstain was very deep, and scarlet blood kept oozing out.
The bloodstains left on his pale, thin palms looked extremely horrifying.
The look he gave Callisto was so paranoid and crazy, and the bloodstains between his fingertips and palms continued to emit the sweet smell of blood.
Xia held Callisto's large hand with distinct knuckles in both of hers.
His trembling stopped the moment he touched Callisto, replaced by the rise and fall of his chest.
Callisto didn't make any move, but just lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his hand that was being held.
The blood from Xia's palm rubbed onto his hand, with a surprising heat that made Callisto's magic vibrate.
Blood and faith.
He must gain a new life in death.
Callisto remained silent and stared at his hands very quietly.
His peripheral vision fell on Lu Yi who was still sleeping under his palm, and he thought absentmindedly that Lu Yi must be really drunk.
He didn't wake up even though it was so noisy.
Xia did not notice Callisto's trance.
Callisto's silence seemed like a silent indulgence to him.
This indulgence gave Xia, who was in deep despair, a glimmer of hope.
His tearful blue eyes lit up instantly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and the hand holding Callisto subconsciously tightened.
He held Callisto's hand tightly, as if he was grabbing the last straw to save his life.
“Teacher, teacher…”
Xia kept repeating the affectionate names for Callisto, as if this could arouse Callisto's feelings for him.
One sound after another, each one was filled with emotions that he couldn't express to him.
It is admiration, it is obsessive possession, and it is also a deep desire to climb up, for power and strength.
He wants to stand out.
He wants everyone to look up to him.
He wanted to trample Lu Yi and all those who despised him under his feet and into the mud.
He wanted Callisto to step down from the altar for him.
Xia closed her eyes deeply, as if she could already imagine such a beautiful scene.
"teacher……"
His feelings for Callisto are so complicated that Xia himself can't explain what kind of feeling it is.
He only knew one thing.
That is, Xia could not accept any possibility that Callisto would abandon him.
To be abandoned by Callisto means to be abandoned by the Church.
He could never accept this possibility.
His future wasn't supposed to be like this.
He is Xia Klein, a person favored by the God of Light.
He is a legendary magician destined to be famous throughout the Isaiah continent and the future successor of Callisto.
One day, his name will be forever engraved in the same place in the temple alongside that of Pope Callisto.
"Teacher Callisto..." Xia opened his eyes and looked at Callisto, not even glancing at Lu Yi who was sleeping on Callisto's lap.
He held Callisto's hand and slowly moved it towards him, tentatively bringing it close to his cheek.
Xia rubbed the back of Callisto's hand and fingertips with her clean and soft cheek.
Like a little animal praying for shelter, or like the most devout believer worshiping his god.
Callisto's lowered eyes finally moved.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Xia, whose eyes were full of expectation. He pulled out his hand expressionlessly and uttered a word lightly.
"dirty."
Xia's movements completely froze.
The author has something to say:
I'm a little uncomfortable today (crying peacefully), but I'll make up for it tomorrow!! I'll give my wives 10,000 yuan a day to compensate them qwq
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