Chapter 128 Sacrifice
This uprising, known as the "Winter Judgment," shook the court and the nation, even alarming the Pope. The enraged Glorious Church demanded the royal court send troops to deal with the reckless mob. However, the usually decisive Queen became inexplicably tepid and cautious. Meetings of all sizes were held repeatedly, but no orders were issued.
What frightened the Glorious Church the most was that many scholars, intellectuals, trade unions, farmers' associations, even businessmen and emerging aristocrats were speaking for this mob and openly supporting the students in newspapers. The Limin Daily even published an article calling on "young people with conscience" throughout the Silver Iris Empire to provide spiritual and material support to the Trial Association.
Unknowingly, the Glorious Church had offended too many silent people.
Soon, similar "trials" broke out one after another across the country. Most of them involved civilians sneaking into the Church of Light in the middle of the night, tying up the unprepared and panicked priests, and then beheading them with sickles after publicly "trialing" them. As a result, the Church of Light was forced to close its doors and bars at night and arrange for patrols.
A storm that was sweeping the world was swirling and brewing over the ancient empire, but the people at the center of the storm seemed extremely calm. So much so that when a certain priestess broke into White Tower University late at night, she thought she would see the chosen one of God waking up from his sleep and looking panic-stricken - but he was still sitting at his desk writing something, his whole body filled with gloomy murderous aura, as if he was ready to kill someone at any time.
Under the thin moonlight, a stunningly beautiful woman leaned lazily against the windowsill. Her crimson eyes flickered behind the veil, and it was as if a water snake was wriggling in her voice: "How is it, dear? Do you like the gift I gave you?"
She was referring to the Judge who suddenly attacked and killed Aisen Pass - it must be said that this was indeed a "big gift".
The other party paused, and without looking up, continued to write two heavy strokes with the red pen, as if trying to split the paper - the priestess caught a glimpse of an angry red cross.
Apatera: “…”
She felt an inexplicable chill all over her body.
"Sweetheart, please don't ignore me." The priestess feigned grievance and scolded, "I don't blame you for running away from the Crimson Bazaar last time. I even came all the way to White Tower to find you. Don't you dare show a little pity and patience to a poor, infatuated woman like me?"
The professor finally raised his eyelids and gave her a straight look. "By infatuation, do you mean forcing Miss Carleton to have sex with me?"
"Oh, is it because she's not beautiful and pure enough, or not charming and alluring enough?" The priestess covered her mouth in a fuss, her tone as if she were selecting the fatness of a lamb. "Yes, she's just a little girl, but it's a pity that my dear Analene has taken a fancy to her. How can I refuse her request?"
Having said that, a trace of gloomy resentment suddenly flashed across her face.
Nova looked at her coldly: "Because I'm not a pedophile."
Apatella immediately chuckled: "Of course, if you want me to--"
"I don't like women," the professor interrupted her directly. Before she could even begin to speak, he stopped her, saying, "I don't like men either, and I don't like non-human creatures even more. If you dare to use this kind of tactics again, I'll kill you."
He sincerely detested this despicable method of artificially creating fools whose brains were controlled by reproductive desires.
The priestess was about to say that there were also a few male prostitutes in the Temple of Love: "...You are such a cold-blooded man."
The other party ignored her. He seemed quite impatient because of work and staying up late, with a gloomy look between his brows - but he was indeed a pale and handsome young man. Indifference, arrogance and a hint of neurosis did not detract from his temperament, but instead aroused people's desire to see whether there would be more different expressions on his face.
Analene always enjoyed challenging prey. Once, a world-famous young man proudly rejected the goddess's advances, so she painstakingly pursued him, until, devastated by the tragic deaths of his friends and family, he chose to fall in love with the goddess. Then, she cruelly abandoned him, causing him to drown in despair.
"Someone wants to kill you, my sweetheart." The priestess said sadly.
"Many people want to kill me," the professor said coldly. "The Radiant Church wants to kill me, and the Temple of Eros wants to kill me too."
"Don't misunderstand my dear colleague," Apatella shook her head. "They just want to avenge poor Circe. She was so unfortunate that the two men she met were so bad—"
"Really?" The black-haired young man looked at her expressionlessly. Perhaps his smoky gray eyes were too cold and penetrating, so Apatara found it difficult to look at him for a long time.
"Who pushed 'Circe' to Biel Farm?" The professor's voice was equally emotionless. "A notorious, extremely difficult, tyrannical nobleman, who was also drunk, and of course he had to be entertained by a pagan woman who was sold into the temple."
The priestess was stunned for a moment, then suddenly began to laugh softly, until her laughter became shrill and hysterical.
Nova watched her go crazy calmly until she finally calmed down and wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes with her fingers painted with bright red nail polish.
"Sweetheart, are you sympathizing with her?" Apatella's tone was extremely gentle: "Sympathizing with a bitch who is unwilling to devote all her love to Analene?"
"And that ungrateful little bitch, Emilia Carleton, chosen by Analene, who dares to come and beg you to help her escape—"
That delicate and beautiful face was twisted violently by rage. The professor carefully judged it—it was jealousy, a venomous hatred that hissed and coiled like a venomous snake. She was truly jealous of Caledon, who was chosen by the God of Love, and she also truly hated Circe for not submitting to the God of Love.
A very jealous... fanatic?
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not angry with you." The other party finally calmed down and explained to him softly: "After all, Analene likes you, so I like you too, even though you are a smart and naughty bad boy~"
She giggled, her breath sweet as orchid, and tried to hook the black-haired young man's neck with her cold and slender fingers: "But it doesn't matter, who made us like you? Women who fall in love are always stupid. I will be willing to be deceived by you..."
The other person picked up a book on the table and opened her hand with a snap.
"Don't touch me."
"Oh, what a rude man." Apatella complained with her hands covering her face in grievance: "I took great pains to protect your safety from those lunatics of the Sacrifice Sect, and you actually treated me like this..."
Finally hearing the key information, the professor calmly continued to probe: "Aren't you one of those people? Didn't you contribute to this?"
"How could I possibly be in the same group as those pathetic creatures who've gone mad because they're not being watched by the gods?" The priestess snorted disdainfully, "Those lunatics who want to guess the gods' intentions, huh..."
"What's the difference between sending me to the Inquisition and killing me?"
"Of course there are. Those white-robed men are just tools—" The priestess suddenly realized. She stared at the expressionless black-haired man in front of her and smiled slyly. "My dear, my dear. Are you trying to trick me?"
"You think I should know this." Nova narrowed his eyes slightly. "It seems that the outsiders who died in the prison of the Inquisition were high-ranking members of the 'Sacrificial Faction'. They tried to summon the gods by killing me, and they also control the Son of Life."
"My Analene, I really like the way you think," the priestess sighed like a groan, "It makes me want to eat you up bit by bit."
But she no longer revealed a single word, only sighing unscrupulously: "Honestly, sweetheart, you are more lovely than any stupid and dirty man I have ever met. Do you really not want to let me take you to paradise and dedicate the supreme love to my dear Analene?"
“…”
"Baby, the look in your eyes when you're trying to kill me is so charming—" Apatera showed an intoxicated expression as if he was being seduced, and tried to stretch out his arms again to hook the black-haired young man's neck.
But the man just looked at her indifferently. The priestess suddenly paused, and the eyes that seemed soft and blurry behind the veil immediately became cold and sharp. The premonition of danger that had been vaguely surrounding her just now became completely intense at this moment, making her hair stand on end.
"It seems that there are still many bad kids around you." She said meaningfully, and took a few steps back swiftly to keep a distance from them - as expected, the premonition of danger that was like needles pricking the skin became a little less severe.
She knew that the chosen one was accompanied by one or more mysterious and powerful individuals. Otherwise, how could the other person, a mere ordinary person, pull off such a terrifying scheme? But now it seemed that this person was far more terrifying than she had imagined.
The cunning priestess made a quick decision and chose to escape. She blew a sweet kiss to the man, saying "Remember to think of me", and then disappeared out the window, leaving the professor sitting alone at the table in deep thought.
A warm hand gently rested on the back of his neck. Nova was stunned for a moment, then looked up. From his angle, he could only see the savior's slightly tense jaw - this guy didn't seem to be in a good mood. Why?
"I didn't drink coffee secretly tonight." The professor stared at him warily, fearing that this guy would take advantage of the situation to deduct his already meager share of coffee.
He emphasized: "Even though these stupid student papers made my brain swell, I didn't drink."
“…”
The other party sighed helplessly, gently rubbed the back of his neck, and said in a soft mist, "Leave it to me. I will help you finish the rest of the corrections, and reprimand the students who made you angry tomorrow."
A certain teaching assistant always manages to scold people in a gentle tone and with a good attitude until they feel truly ashamed and cry.
"Then why are you angry?" The professor frowned and looked at him seriously and critically.
The other person paused and said, "I just don't like seeing someone approaching you with bad intentions like this..."
Even though his professor had acted unusually indifferent, a dark, swelling irrational emotion was still gnawing at his brain—even though on the surface he remained as gentle as ever.
"She did have bad intentions, but it wasn't to get close to me."
Seeing that this person didn't seem to have any intentions towards his coffee, the professor breathed a sigh of relief and analyzed seriously, "She also sees me as the key to the reincarnation or resurrection of Analene, the goddess of love—why?"
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