Chapter 48【VIP】
The person she saw made Opesha cover her mouth.
Why is Henry here?
The royal family does have some cooperative interests with the trading house. After all, it is the largest trading house in the city, so it is normal to have some occasional arms or trade cooperation.
But she never expected that the royal family would know about the dirty deeds of the trading house in private, and turned a deaf ear to it.
She thought the trading house had been doing this cruel business secretly.
This is the darkness that the rulers tacitly allow to exist.
Her previous impression of Henry collapsed like a breached city wall, and her soul seemed to be frozen and invulnerable.
Opesa squeezed her eyes shut.
What is the connection between the royal family and the trading house?
The people outside the wall seemed to have walked away, and Opesa slowly lowered her hands from her mouth and nose.
but--
"people!"
Someone suddenly spoke in front of him.
Opesa's heart instantly sank, her pupils narrowed to the point of dread. She darted towards the source of the sound: a child, unconscious, trapped in a cage. She knelt on the ground, clutching the bars tightly with both hands, and repeatedly shouted at the three people, "People! People! People!"
The sound instantly attracted the attention of several people who had just walked away: "Who's there?"
Oops!
Opesha immediately pushed away the girl and Amra beside her: "Run! Run!"
The girl staggered after being pushed, but she reacted quickly. She knew that staying here would only cause trouble, so she ran towards the small door she knew.
Amra was reluctant to leave: "Human, you can't be here alone!"
"Go! It's up to you to find them now!" Opesa pushed her several times. "Listen to me, I'll be fine. You're our only hope of escape right now. Nothing can happen to you until we find the Angel of Pain."
Amra can control at most one person. If things get out of hand, she will have to fight against the entire slave farm's lackeys alone.
Amra sighed, and seeing that those people were getting closer and closer, he could only say "I'll come find you" and ran away in the opposite direction.
This wasn't an escape, it was a tactical retreat, and Opesa believed she would come back to find her.
"Whoever's over there, come out!"
Danger was just around the corner. Opesa took a deep breath, raised her hands and slowly walked out of the shadows.
This was the first time she faced Henry openly and honestly.
It was clearly someone she had met before, but now he was a stranger—she saw the surprise in Henry’s eyes, and said fearfully, “Please… please forgive me.”
Why? She couldn't understand why a person who was willing to rescue a trapped deer would get involved in such a thing.
The man stood still, his slightly open lips feeling dry.
She was an extremely beautiful woman. Even though she was dirty, it couldn't hide her beauty.
She is already a mature woman, but her eyes are still as clear as a deer. The collision of youthfulness and sexiness creates an indescribable charm.
He felt like he had seen her somewhere before, and suddenly it dawned on him: "You...are from Sinderel..."
"Your Highness?" Opesa was deliberately surprised, and a hint of sour sarcasm slipped through her words. "How could you, such a noble man, be in such a filthy place?"
"Shut up!" One of them moved forward with a long sword, threatening fiercely, "Don't talk too much!"
"... Ugh!" Opesa pretended to tremble in fear, and then another guard came forward, holding her arms and taking her in front of Henry.
"Your Highness, what should we do with this slave?"
The woman was completely suppressed, half her body lower than him. She was forced to bend over him, only able to lift her head, her violet eyes soaked with tears, looking at him helplessly.
She seemed to know how pitiable she was. Her pearly teeth gently bit her red lips, and her slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, making it impossible for people not to feel sympathy for her.
Also, the subtle fragrance that is different from the damp and musty smell keeps twitching my heart.
The physiological reaction is the most direct, tempting his Adam's apple to roll; tempting his mouth and tongue to become dry; charming him to move slowly.
Familiar, too familiar. This feeling is inexplicable.
It was as if they had known each other for a long time and were not just strangers who had just met once.
"...bring her to my..."
"—this is my man, Henry."
Suddenly, a third person's voice interrupted the two of them.
Opesa shuddered and looked up, seeing a tall man with black hair.
His entire body was black, except for his skin which was unusually pale, and he almost blended into the darkness.
His eyes were covered with dark red silk, and the half of his jawline that was exposed was as sharp as a knife. "I am so sorry for letting her run around everywhere and causing His Highness to misunderstand."
Opesa's breathing stopped - how could it be Father Kidd?
Opesa was struck by lightning. She could never have imagined that in this place, she would see two people who would never appear in her mind at the same time.
A compassionate priest, deeds?
Seeing Kidd appear, Henry looked around at him and Opesha, "Who is this?"
Kidd replied slowly, "Yes."
Her chin was lifted by an extremely cold hand, forcing her to look into the other person's eyes.
However, the other person was a blind man, and although he was wearing a silk cloth to block out the light, Opesa still felt a strange sense of being stared at.
It seemed as if it was staring at her from under the silk cloth.
It was pitch black and I couldn't take my eyes off it.
My brain actually began to conjure up images involuntarily, as if my eye sockets were swallowing them.
The invisible oppression made Opesa breathless. She just felt that this priest was particularly weird.
How could it not be weird? From beginning to end, he seemed to be on the sidelines, but in fact he was involved in everything.
She wanted to go with Kidd more than Henry at this moment.
The guard received the order and took Opesha to the priest's room.
To make it look realistic enough, Opesa pretended to squeeze out two tears and struggled a few times, imitating a fish stranded on the shore struggling to death.
"Wait a minute." Henry stopped them and looked at Opesha with a cold look. "Who do you think you are serving? The spokesperson of God? He is that damned devil."
She frowned, still thinking about what Henry said, when she was escorted forward by the guards behind her.
She was taken to Kidd's room. The guard rudely pushed her inside, and Opesa stumbled and fell on the carpet.
The man was so strong that Opesa rolled all the way on the ground and only stopped when she hit the wall.
Her elbow was bruised, and she frowned in pain, clutching her elbow as she got up from the ground.
The door was closed, and Kidd slowly walked to Opesha, sat down on the soft chair closest to her, crossed his legs, and said in a steady tone: "Okay, now it's just you and me."
Opesa collapsed on the ground, looking coldly at the condescending priest: "As a priest, why are you in such a dirty and filthy place?"
"I should be the one asking you this. How did you get in here?"
"I think you should know clearly." Opesa laughed, "They are all here. I can't just sit back and watch."
"Oh?" Kidd raised the corner of his lips. "So, Amra is here with you too, right?"
Opesa didn't answer, but asked Kidd: "You are the Angel of Pain, right?"
"You should answer my question first."
"You're not just the Angel of Pain, you're also the mastermind behind the trading house—'Pace'."
It's very clear.
She didn't understand the myths, but it was enough for her to connect the dots.
"From the beginning, Sindriel met you in the slave farm, bestowed upon him the title of 'God's Chosen Son,' and guided him to become a killer. Later, he had Brand adopt him and murder his family. His intention was to cause him pain and fulfill your ridiculous ideal, right?"
Even when she was sitting on the ground, her eyes showed no fear at all, and she looked directly at the angel who was infinitely more powerful than her and completely superior to humans.
These words did not faze the man in front of him at all, but instead seemed to please him: "You are really smart, worthy of being summoned by Amra."
"Your methods are truly horribly childish," Opesha continued sarcastically. "You knew you didn't have much divine power left, so you used the remaining power to create that system that misled me, attempting to confuse me. You also had those people tamper with my business—but these things are truly full of loopholes."
Kidd raised his eyebrows in approval: "Sure enough, the person who can change Sinderel is no ordinary person."
"Where are they?"
"They're safe, don't worry." Kidd leaned forward, his hands resting on his knees, his long black hair falling from his shoulders. "Actually, the person I want to see most is not Sinderel, but you."
Opesha scoffed, "To see me?"
Kidd answered sincerely, "Yes." His thin lips formed an arc. "I think you should be able to understand me. We can become close friends."
"You seem overconfident."
Kidd was not angry at all, and continued to ask her seriously: "Do you know why I do this?"
Opesa smiled. "So idle—for you immortal gods...hmm!"
Before she could finish her words, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart tightly, trying to crush it into pieces.
Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down her face. She couldn't stand up straight, so she could only support herself with her elbows, staring viciously at Kidd who was looking at her with complacency.
Such pain, such pain... Such pain! Is this the spell that tortures Sinderel?
"Now, can you listen to me properly?" Kidd still smiled elegantly and indifferently, his clenched hands relaxed, and the pressure on his heart also became much lighter.
What a wicked man! Opesa cursed in her heart, clutching her heart and gasping for breath.
"I like your stubbornness, Opesha, just like I like Sindriel's murderous eyes." Kidd supported his chin and leaned back in the soft chair, "Amra should have told you why I ended up like this.
"But what she said was too one-sided. 'Only those who come from suffering can enter heaven', that's not true.
“I just feel that a soul that has not been tested is not qualified to enter heaven, let alone receive God’s grace and become one of the angels.
"And Sindriel is the human chosen by fate to enter heaven and become an angel."
He spoke to himself, completely unconcerned about Opesa's pale complexion. "What if he's a coward, or a wicked person? Can such a person go to heaven and become an angel?"
"...This is not a reason for you to hurt these people, Kidd." Opesa gritted her teeth and retorted angrily, "I agree that you want to use pain to cleanse a person's soul, but why do you want to harm innocent people?!"
"Innocent?" Kidd was interrupted, chewing on the word and thinking for a while. "You mean, these creatures were created by God at will? They can have as many as they want. Success requires sacrifice."
A creature created at random?
In the eyes of God, these vibrant lives are just frivolous playthings?
Human beings struggle to survive in the world, regard God as their faith, and pray every day just for peace and safety. However, God not only ignores them, but also regards them as mud created at random.
Anger made Opesa dig her fingers into the carpet so hard that she dug several bare marks on the goose down on the carpet.
She wanted to kill him.
He is not an angel, not a god.
He is a fallen monster who has become a lackey of the devil.
She must kill this cold-blooded monster with her own hands.
"Opesha, you're angry." Kidd's voice floated over again, "Are you feeling unfair to those people?"
yes.
She originally believed that this world was virtual and that all people were just creations of fiction. She would eventually leave and forget everything here.
The pain returned to her heart, and Opesa held on with all her might, trying not to let her back bend.
She couldn't show weakness.
She doesn't belong here, and all she wants is to make money from these people and live a stable life.
Now, those people have nothing to do with me.
She has always been afraid of death and is a selfish person.
But if we don't speak up for them, people like Sinderel will continue to appear and they will continue to suffer.
She just felt sorry for Sindriel, so she accepted everyone who might be like Sindriel.
Maybe it was pity, or maybe it was some other emotion, she couldn't tell.
“…”
A barely perceptible sigh was heard in the air.
"You are truly a stubborn and foolish human, Opesha—I didn't want to waste my hard-earned divine power on this method."
What?
Before Opesa could understand what Kidd said, a familiar mechanical sound suddenly sounded in her head.
Submit to Him
Submit to Him
Submit to Him
The sound became louder and louder, causing Opesa to have tinnitus in her ears, and she fell down with her head in her hands due to the stimulation.
"—Come here." The Angel of Pain commanded, extending his pale, bony hand toward her as if calling a pet, "My dear Opesha."
Surrender
Surrender
Surrender
Unable to resist, as her entire body was controlled, she could only lie prone and crawl towards the other person little by little.
She stopped in front of Kidd, her chin lifted up and he fiddled with her like he was admiring a perfect object.
"Pretty eyes..." Kidd commented with narrowed eyes, "Now, sit up."
Uncontrollably, she straddled Kidd with her legs.
The distance is very close, but I can't feel any temperature, it's completely cold.
The other person leaned over her shoulders and neck, his nose following the curve of her collarbone and fixed at the corner of her slightly raised chin.
Opesa was trembling all over, but she could only bite her lower lip weakly and watch Kidd bully her.
The bun was easily untied, and the brown hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Kidd curled a strand of her hair between his fingers and sniffed it gently: "It smells so good... No wonder I can't control Sinderel sometimes. Amra set this spell long before summoning you..."
She didn't know, she didn't smell any fragrance at all.
"You're shaking so badly." Kidd stroked her cheek and brought her face closer. "You're starting to get scared."
"I didn't." Finally able to speak, Opesa stubbornly retorted.
"You do." Kidd faced her face, his bloodless lips parted slightly, with endless temptation, "Submit to me, I promise, you will feel supreme pleasure - it is extremely difficult to obtain the mercy of an angel."
"Impossible." Opesa widened her eyes, but her body was still soft and she couldn't offer any resistance.
"This world is beyond salvation. The royal family obeys my orders, and the power I draw upon is enough to destroy it." He inserted his fingers into Opesa's hair, forcing her forehead close to his, and repeated, "Submit to me, and I promise to send you home."
Opesa retorted, "Submission to a self-degraded monster? Impossible."
Kidd looked regretful. "You are so disobedient, human." He shook his head. "It seems that you don't want to save Sinderel and your two poor, ignorant daughters at all."
"Who are they?" Opesa snorted coldly, "Don't forget, I don't belong here. The relationship between them and me is just a forced one. To me, they are just virtual creations."
This is all lies.
At this point, she can no longer be as indifferent as when she first came into this world.
They can cry and laugh, they are alive, they are real people who live in her memory and life, not just thin words.
They will make mistakes, but they will also know how to correct them.
But now the only way to ensure their safety is to pretend not to care.
She herself was in danger and had become Kidd's pawn. She couldn't think of any other way to ensure their safety except in such a tragic way.
"Oh?" This question really made Kidd confused. "Do you really think they are insignificant?"
The entanglement and pain continued to tear at Opessa's conscience, but she could only continue, still stubbornly saying: "Yes."
"It doesn't matter if you kill them?"
"……yes."
"Interesting." Kidd laughed, "You don't have any feelings for Sinderel at all."
"Hahahaha..." Opesa couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What are you talking about? I have feelings for Sinderel?" She forced herself to put on a cruel and indifferent expression. "What kind of feelings? Do I like him threatening me with death, or do I like his extreme indifference?"
She grabbed Kidd's collar and looked into his eyes, which had never seen the sun, through the silk cloth.
"I became a 'stepmother' for no apparent reason, and was burdened with a huge debt. I also have to live cautiously and try to please this unpredictable 'stepdaughter'. I have long wanted to find someone to marry, so that I can be free and find a way back home."
There was no magic, no restrictions, but her heart was aching, so painful that she could hardly breathe.
"I don't want to submit to you because I despise your power. And he is worthless to me. I just want to leave, now, preferably immediately." Opesa said the last sentence heavily, but the huge stone in her heart was still hanging high, unable to fall or disappear.
But somewhere, something seemed to break.
"Really?" Kidd was quite interested, and turned his face, which was covered with a ribbon, slightly to the side of the curtain with only a slit left.
It was silent, and only the person hiding behind the curtain could hear it.
He looked at Opesha not far away, and his hands hanging by his side felt numb and cold.
It wasn't cold at all in the private room.
But Sinderel felt that it was even colder than a snowy night in January.
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