When the sisters met, Maggie wisely kept quiet and didn't say a word, pretending to be invisible.
"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Upon hearing the familiar voice from her memory, Gloria burst into tears, covering her face and kneeling before the little girl ghost. Tears streamed through her fingers and dripped onto the ground.
Her apologies echoed throughout the basement.
Perhaps he was blaming himself, perhaps he was regretting why he hadn't discovered it sooner, why he hadn't let his sister live.
Maggie watched silently, sighing inwardly.
However, if the little girl wasn't among the departing vengeful spirits of the saint in the first place, then it's understandable that she didn't see Gloria's sister.
Think about it, Gloria is still young, so her older sister is probably not very old either. Perhaps her older sister was one of the previous saintesses.
It's reasonable that their resentment wasn't as strong as that of the saintesses who died much earlier.
“It’s okay. I’m already very happy to see Betty again. It seems that Betty has become a proper adult and can stand on her own.”
Although her older sister still had the physique of a child, her tone carried an indescribable maturity. Slowly and gently, she genuinely expressed her pride in Gloria growing up.
"No, no, sister, she's clearly better than me. If, if..."
Gloria cried bitterly, gasping for breath. 'Little Betty' was her nickname, which she hadn't heard in a long time; her parents only called her that when she was little.
Hearing her sister call her that again felt like a lifetime ago.
Her self-blame surged like a tide, uncontrollable.
"There are no ifs, Betty, this isn't your fault."
Despite being dismembered and tormented for an unknown period of time, the little girl's spirit remained pure, her tone gentle, without a trace of resentment or hatred, and she was even comforting Gloria.
“You were just a child back then, and you must have had a tough time these past few years.”
Her voice, in that dark, cruel basement, seemed to belong to another world, even healing Maggie who was standing nearby.
The shock of entering the basement earlier has subsided considerably.
Maggie couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Indeed, anyone is more suitable to be the Holy Maiden of Light than I am."
The imposter can't be truly this tolerant and gentle; the fake version is still lacking compared to the real thing.
"No, it's not hard at all, it's not hard at all."
Gloria murmured to herself, unable to bring herself to say that she had been raised by the Pope all these years and that her parents had died at the Pope's hands. She could only numb herself with these words.
Maggie gave the two sisters plenty of time, because she could tell that the older sister's spirit wouldn't last much longer.
The entire ghost was becoming more and more transparent, more and more blurry.
She had just regretted bringing Gloria down with her, but now she was incredibly grateful for her decision, which allowed the sisters to truly see each other one last time.
Saying goodbye properly helps wounds heal faster.
After talking with her sister for a long time, Gloria finally stopped crying, and the two sisters then turned their attention to Maggie.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm alright now. My sister has something she wants to tell you."
She wiped her eyes awkwardly, but her entire eye area was already red and slightly swollen, making her look completely unconvincing.
Maggie looked at the departing souls, feeling a pang of pity. With only a short time left, she didn't want to disturb them.
But if you still need to contact her at this time, it must be something very important.
"You're the current Holy Maiden, right? I've already heard it from my sister. Thank you."
The saint's spirit gently thanked Maggie.
"It wasn't me, it was you. You killed the Pope."
Maggie didn't claim the credit; instead, she told the spirits what had happened, which at least offered them some comfort.
"Really? That's just like them."
She wasn't surprised; she just smiled, as if she knew all the saintesses very well.
"In short, thank you for saving my sister. In return, I will tell you all the secrets of the Pope here. As for whether you will hand them over to the temple or keep them for yourself, it doesn't matter."
After the little girl finished speaking, she turned and went deeper into the basement. Maggie thought for a moment and then followed her.
To Maggie's surprise, there was actually a basement level here, a basement within a basement.
Inside, besides a huge, eerie-looking magic circle, there were also treasures piled up all around. If nothing unexpected happened, at least half of the Pope's fortune was inside.
It was just placed there casually in front of Maggie.
This immediately made Maggie's eyes widen.
"Only when we become vengeful spirits and cling to him out of resentment and hatred can he obtain our life force and live for a long time."
As if afraid that Maggie wouldn't understand, the almost transparent little girl patiently explained to Maggie.
"However, I was lucky. I died relatively late and hadn't fallen into a vengeful spirit yet, so he didn't succeed. That's why I'm the only one left guarding this place."
She spoke of it lightly, but the pain within was probably indescribable.
“I will present this magic circle to the temple as evidence to clear your name.”
Maggie replied without hesitation.
"Don't you want these treasures?"
The little girl was somewhat surprised. If the basement was exposed, all these things would definitely have to be handed over. Even if Maggie could keep them, she could only keep a small portion.
The treasures here all came from the Pope and are extremely valuable.
Would anyone really be willing to give that up?
"Money is an external thing."
Maggie paused for a moment before speaking.
She actually wanted to collect all these treasures for her own use, but considering that so many people were inspecting the area, this basement would be discovered sooner or later.
Furthermore, the lack of crucial evidence of the Pope's persecution of the saint meant that half of her efforts during this period were wasted.
That's why she wanted to expose these treasures.
It's not because I feel sorry for these saintesses or for Gloria.
"Thank you very much."
The little girl's voice grew increasingly faint, as if it might disappear at any moment.
"You can spend the rest of your time with Gloria. I'll stay here and wait for you."
Maggie sensed that she was at her limit, so she spoke with a slightly serious expression.
"good."
The departed soul made no pretense and left decisively.
Maggie was left alone, like a wolf among sheep. She began to sneakily rummage through the Pope's treasures like a thief. Although 'money is just an external thing' and she was not short of money, some things were priceless.
For example, those high-quality magic gems are treasures that can live as long as heaven and earth and perish together with the enemy.
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