Chapter 44【VIP】
Although she was prepared, Opesa's pupils still contracted unconsciously: "Are you really the Angel of Destiny?"
Anyone would be shocked if the angel that existed in mythology really appeared before their eyes.
Amra smiled and nodded: "Yes."
A sharp cold light flashed and hit Amra's throat.
Amra's eyes showed no fear. He spread his hands loosely and said lazily, "Hey, hey, hey, after all, he's the angel who created you. No matter how vigilant you are, there's no need to use swords against him like this, right?"
"—Angel?" Sinderel scoffed, his eyes devoid of any reverence for angels. "They created me, yet they turn a blind eye to my suffering. If they are angels, they'd be better off not existing."
"You seem to have made a mistake, Sinderel." Amra's smile faded. She took a step forward, a deep groove forming in her fragile throat. "I wasn't the one who hurt you."
Sinderel showed no intention of sheathing his knife: "Those who have nothing to do with me are executioners just the same."
"If you want to know why—she might know." Amra's eyes shifted to Opesha. "She is the one I summoned to save you."
Sinderel turned his gaze to Opesha. Opesha's face was solemn, and her mind was carefully recalling the events of her journey through time.
She remembered that this world was created by the Angel of Pain and the Angel of Fate. Apart from that, she didn't know what happened next.
"This world was created by the Angel of Pain and I for our discussion. He's extreme and paranoid, believing that only pain can purify the soul and allow it to ascend to heaven. Fate is predetermined; whether or not one chooses, the outcome is the same." Amura reached out and grasped the dagger, his blood-red eyes dark. "For this reason, he even harmed his followers, bringing bloodshed and suffering to the mortal world, simply to prove himself."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"You don't know the tragic state of the world during those years, with corpses strewn across the land and widespread grief. He even turned to darkness and betrayed God. As someone he knew well, I naturally didn't want to witness such a tragic scene, so I created this world, and even you, to prove him wrong."
"So, you told God about the Angel of Pain's betrayal. He lost his wings and lost the right to return to Heaven," Oppasa explained. "He turned against you, trying to prove himself with the perfect human you created."
"Yes." Amra agreed with her words. "Fate chose Sindriel. He is the chosen son of God who can go to heaven. But pain was exchanged with the devil at the cost of all my divine power. I can no longer peek into or enter this world."
Sinderel lowered his eyebrows and asked, "Then how did you get in now?"
Amra curled her lips in relief. "Finally, you're willing to listen to me?" Her tone was very relaxed. "It's actually very simple. I'll just disable my divine power and become a human. That way, he won't be able to track me through divine power."
Amra said this difficult action lightly, without any change in her expression, as if the act of wasting her own power was as trivial as a leaf returning to its roots.
Sinderel's expression was uncertain, as if he was wondering how much truth there was in her words.
Opesha, who knew part of the story, could be sure that what Amra said was true.
But what is the reason for Amra's appearance? Why was he not explained before, but only suddenly appeared now to tell us all this?
Confused, Amra spoke up: "I know what you are confused about. Why did I come to you now?"
Amra put down his hand, found a chair and sat cross-legged, supporting his chin with one hand. "I thought Opesha was powerful enough to change the situation, so I only gave her the cross that could block the Angel of Pain's magic. But now, he's out of control."
Opesha asked, "What do you mean?"
"Women are missing in the city." Amra twisted her dry hair with her fingers. "Do you really think this is an accident during the hunting party? From what I know, slaves disappear in the black market almost every day."
"You mean, this is the work of the Angel of Pain?"
Amra nodded. "Indeed. As a fallen angel and a lackey of the devil, he must draw blood. He's never been so conspicuous before, and now he's even controlling the royal family's blatant killings. It's understandable that he's on the verge of being bewitched by the devil, completely degenerating into a mindless demon. And, Opesha, your progress is almost zero. There's absolutely no way to stop him before he becomes a demon."
Opesha wanted to ask something, but Amra made a gesture to keep quiet. At the same time, Sinderel turned his gaze to the door.
"Someone's coming." Amra stood up immediately, turning around anxiously, looking for a place to hide. "It's a very strange person."
, someone knocked on the shop door.
"Sorry to bother you, Opie," a gentle male voice sounded, and the person coming was Ludovico.
Seeing that Am had covered it up, Opesha replied, "I'm here."
When I opened the door, a young man in a gray coat stood there, carrying a large sketchpad on his back and a paint box in his arms. He was wearing glasses today. "Hello, Mrs. Opesa, I'm sorry to be so surprised by your sudden visit today, but I can't help but feel that inspiration has come to me, and I feel that I must..."
"Looking for Sinderel?" Opesa stared at him for a while, but her auditory attention was behind her.
"I want to paint a portrait." Ludovico waved the paint box in his hand. "Sinderel has an otherworldly appearance. I want to paint a portrait based on his face."
As Amra said, a strange guest came.
She had not made an appointment with Ludovico for the next meeting last time, and Ludovico was a painter for the church, so it was hard for her not to be suspicious of this meeting.
There was no movement from behind, so she invited Ludovic into the shop. Sinderel stood to the side, observing his movements. When his gaze met Ludovic's, he raised an eyebrow, then extended his hand and greeted him, "Miss Sinderel, do you have a twin brother? Hello, my name is Ludovic, and I'm a painter."
She looked at Sinderel, but he didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the paint box in his arms.
Ludovico paid no attention to his rudeness, but withdrew his hand and said, "Miss Sinderel doesn't seem to be here. Please, may I draw you?"
"I'm sorry, he doesn't..."
"Can."
Sinderel suddenly spoke. He walked up to Ludovik and looked down at him. "When does it start?"
Ludovico was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Can I do it now?"
Opesa wanted to stop him, but she saw Sinderel walking towards the workshop and sitting on the chair by the window.
Ludovico saluted Opessa, followed her into the workshop, and closed the door.
He set up his tools and sat down, the brush rustling on the canvas. Ludovico painted blocks of color on the canvas, referring to the Sinderel in front of him.
To anyone, this is just painting.
But why should paintings focus on something that is not important at all - often lingering on his right ear, the earlobe with a cross hanging on it?
"Mr. Ludovico," Sindrel said suddenly, the tip of Ludovico's brush resting on Sindrel's earlobe, "Your paint box is very unique."
"It was given to me by a nun from the church." Ludovico continued painting. "Sir, have you studied the scriptures on it?"
"I don't know anything."
"Then why is the gentleman carrying a cross?"
"For peace of mind."
"I see." Ludovico pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light. "God loves the world and will protect even those who don't believe."
"You are wrong," Xindrell lowered his eyes calmly, "God will not accept those who deceive."
"Indeed. Sir, you do know a little bit."
"Because they are capable of deception and betrayal, only the lackeys of the Pace Trading Company carry holy objects with them at all times to find peace of mind."
Ludovico continued to carve the cross without stopping his pen. "Really? This is the first time I've heard of it."
"I can't find any information about you," Sinderel said. "No one except the trading house's lackeys will notice my tracking, Ludovic."
"What tracking?"
"The hypocrisy is very real, Ludovico." Sinderel lowered his voice. "You are a painter, you can't fail to notice the human body structure."
"Ah..." Ludovico lowered his hand and dipped it in the yellow paint. "How clever, Mr. Sinderel." He didn't continue tracing. Instead, he smiled and let the paint drip from the brush and stick to his wrist. "It's really nice to finally be able to talk to you face to face."
"You never thought about hiding yourself."
"Yes, sir." Ludovico smiled slightly, pointed the paintbrush at Sinderel's eyes, and narrowed his right eye slightly. "You have crossed the line. You shouldn't try to change, and you shouldn't let that woman spy on the Lord."
There was a sudden noise outside the door, and Opesa's voice suddenly rang out: "Who... are you?"
Xindrel's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly stood up and wanted to leave.
But a familiar pain suddenly spread from his heart to his whole body, his steps softened, and he knelt in front of Ludovico.
"Do you look familiar, Sinderel?" Ludovik called out his name.
Familiar... How could I not be familiar...
He will never forget this pain until his death - the curse that was cast on him in order to control his disobedience.
It was not poison, but a curse. He had seen with his own eyes the fierce reptiles melt into his heart, and from then on, as long as he deviated from their instructions, he would suffer this heart-wrenching torture.
However, this spell has limitations.
As long as you stay far enough away, you won't be able to restrain him.
Sinderel's face was deathly pale, and he was covered in cold sweat. The pain made his throat whimper uncontrollably, and the veins in his body were tense, with lines floating on his fragile skin.
The legs in front of him crossed, "Sinderel, you are a little wrong... But it doesn't matter. What matters is, do you really think you can escape?"
The door of the workshop was slammed open. Opesa looked panicked. She had no idea what was going on inside, nor what the three men who had just walked into the shop were doing. "Sinderel, outside..."
"Opesha Brand owes the trading house 240,000 gold coins, including principal and interest. She's already repaid 120,000, but still has a balance." Ludovico slowly put down his paintbrush, crossed his hands in his lap, and spoke to himself. "The time has come. Now, we'll take the house and the store, including you all."
"Are you from Pace Trading House?!" Opesa's voice suddenly rose.
Ludovico smiled and calmly put away his tools. "You should have known this day would come when you wanted to change the status quo." He then remembered something and sighed. "By the way, thank you for the blueprints. I've been getting a lot more slick lately. John really paid me well."
"Those drawings are useless. How did you get my designs?" Someone was approaching outside the door, and Opesa had no choice but to step back.
"It's simple." Ludovico pulled the first canvas off the easel, and two familiar faces appeared on the canvas. "Now, do you understand?"
Opesa pretended to be calm and secretly reached for the iron behind her.
On the screen were the faces of Anastasia and Dusula.
"Please be obedient, Mrs. Opesa." Ludovico said with a smile, "Otherwise I cannot guarantee that your two daughters can return home safely."
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