Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 753 Reunion after a long absence

King Lausanne II remained silent, expressionless, and did not respond to Belicia's mockery and belittling.

It wasn't until Belicia composed herself, slowly stood up, and moved away from the assassin that she finally did so.

Have I ever told you about my past?

She glanced at the faint light in the corner, leaving only a graceful silhouette for the captive.

Her past...

King Lausanne II frowned slightly.

"Have."

More than once.

"I just don't know..."

King Lausanne II raised his eyes, scrutinizing the once all-too-familiar back view:

"Which sentence in it is true?"

A fleeting moment of disorientation crossed Belicia's eyes.

"certainly……"

She immediately smiled, crossed her arms, and turned her head:

"It's all fake."

It's all made up.

King Lausanne II remained silent in the darkness for a long while.

"No wonder."

He said with relief:

"No wonder every sentence sounds so reasonable."

Belica chuckled.

For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if Lausanne II could see again the girl who had sat with him on the rooftop in silence.

“My name isn’t Belicia, at least not from the beginning.”

Belicia gazed at the dark corner unlit by the lamplight, as if looking towards a distant past:

"This is just, how should I put it, a stage name?"

Her tone was playful.

King Lausanne II remained silent.

“When I was a child, Blade’s Edge was plagued by disasters, followed by famine. By the time my family fled all the way to Emerald City, almost all of my family members had died,” Belicia snorted. “My uncle sent me to the almshouse run by the Temple of the Setting Sun—don’t underestimate that spot, back then you had to pull strings.”

But she quickly turned around, blocking the corner light.

"Until I finally discovered that the old swine priest was willing to take me in not because my uncle 'pulled strings'."

Belicia remained expressionless.

"Do you know what it feels like when a respected elder you usually admire and hold in high esteem smiles and says, 'You're like my daughter, you make me feel very close to you,' while simultaneously putting their hand inside your clothes?"

King Lausanne II's eyes flickered.

He looked at Belicia again:
"So, did you rebel against him?"

Belicia scoffed lightly, his face showing disdain.

"Ha, that's what they asked too."

"Who?"

“They—the ones the nuns brought after the incident to ‘uphold justice’,” Belisia said with a deep gaze, “seven or eight equally respected priests sat in a room, their faces serious, their words harsh, and they brought a recorder with them, demanding that I confront that swine and prove my innocence.”

clean?

King Lausanne II sensed the emotion hidden in those words.

He fell silent at the opportune moment and said no more.

Belicia pulled out a new cigarette and sneered:
"And their first words weren't exactly the same as yours, they were more like..."

Did you resist?

She shook her head and sneered:
"'Why didn't you run?' 'Why didn't you resist?' 'Why didn't you tell others?' 'Why did you accept his bribes?' 'Why did you only stand up after so long?' 'Don't you have any problems yourself?' 'Was it voluntary?' 'What exactly is your purpose?' And finally, with your righteous indignation, 'What will satisfy you?'"

King Lausanne II remained silent.

He shouldn't have spoken at that moment.

Even if it was something from many years ago.

At least not like those priests who interrogated her.

No.

“Rebel, humph, yes, rebel,” Belicia seemed lost in the past, her words laced with sarcasm. “You say that, they say that, as if you really care.”

The woman's vision gradually blurred.

It's as if by simply touching your lips together, you can resist and easily block all harm in this world.

Just as employees rebel against their bosses, subordinates against their superiors, apprentices against their masters, sons against their fathers, wives against their husbands, slaves against their masters, the people against their officials, and subjects against their monarchs...

So easy, so simple.

and so……

Did you resist?

if there is not……

Did you do this voluntarily?

If not... or at least not so obvious...

"Then you deserve it?"

Belicia took a deep breath and returned to the present moment.

"Not to mention that pig's status in the courtyard, his connections with the upper class, his identity, his power, and everything else."

Her gaze was cold, and her cheeks twitched.

“After each time, that pig would comfort me, saying he would protect and take care of me, speaking softly and gently, just like the day he took me in…”

She gripped the cigarette tightly, but hesitated to light it.

"And all the benefits he promised, lured, and rewarded me with: better meals, lighter work, more rest, and... showing that he valued you more among all the apprentices... everything you dreamed of on your journey of fleeing famine..."

And when she first discovered that as long as she was submissive, she could be rewarded, would no longer suffer from hunger and cold, would escape her predicament, and even become superior to others...

Belicia paused, as if suddenly choked.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, the movement so difficult it seemed as if she had used all her strength to break free from the suffocating air.
"Even when they questioned me in the end, I couldn't understand it myself: Was it really my own choice? Did my lack of strong resistance mean I consented? Did accepting his favors mean I agreed?"

“You are not,” Losang II suddenly said.

Belica smiled.

"And you, assassin?"

She raised her head and looked coldly at the prisoner:
"You didn't kill willingly, you didn't choose to become an assassin, did you?"

"I……"

King Lausanne II wanted to speak, but found himself speechless.

On this battlefield that he neither understood nor cared about.

The blade he was so proud of was not as sharp as he had imagined.

“Some time before the incident, the girl in the lower bunk of my room sensed something,” Belicia ignored him and continued, “That tough girl was probably a refugee from the north. She was very strong and fierce. She didn’t say anything, but during morning class, she secretly slipped a razor blade into my hand.”

King Lausanne II's eyes lit up.

"But she made it too easy for herself."

Belicia's gaze was as still as a dead lake.

"That pig was incredibly strong, far stronger than a skinny little girl who was starving. He knocked my razor blade away with one blow, only grazing me. As for me, I wasn't so lucky. As his punishment for me..."

The woman sneered, turned to face King Lausanne II, pulled open her clothes to reveal a tattoo on her left breast—a black and white, intricately patterned Everlasting Flower.

"Remember this tattoo? You said it was really cool..."

King Lausanne II frowned, looking sadly at the black and white eternal flower.

The next second, the smile on the woman's face turned cold.

"But this isn't for looks or sexiness, it's for concealment."

Belicia closed his coat and said coldly:

"In the original place, the pig's family name was engraved in the noble and classical ancient imperial script—haha, I've never known before that ancient imperial script could be so complicated, with so many strokes, it seems like it will never be finished."

Or rather, it can never be finished.

She chuckled as if it were really funny.

The assassin prisoner, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke:
"So, did you get justice later?"

Belicia remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

She looked down at the cigarette in her hand, her face expressionless.

justice.

what is that?
Is this another name for power?

Belicia raised his head, a cold smile playing on his lips.

“After that, without realizing it, everyone in the entire orphanage started looking at me differently, including the girl who handed me the razor blade: Why are you so weak? You don’t even dare to resist?”

She looked at King Lausanne II, her words vicious and harsh:
"From that day on, I became a 'whore' in everyone's mouth: a whore who was crazy about men, a whore who sold her body to please the priest, a whore who would do anything to climb the social ladder, a whore who was full of lies and scheming, a whore who would throw a tantrum and drag others down because she didn't get enough money for a breakup fee, a whore who had been fucked by countless men in secret... One day, when I went out shopping with my nanny, an eight or nine-year-old beggar chased after me with a grin and asked: If it were him, would ten copper coins be enough?"

After saying this, Belicia even burst into laughter, bending over with laughter.

Lausanne II became increasingly silent.

The woman sighed and steadied her breathing.

"I was so stupid back then. I couldn't think straight over such a trivial matter and hanged myself—right in front of the statue of the goddess of the sunset."

King Lausanne II's gaze trembled slightly.

“Until a nanny found me and, through first aid techniques, a bit of luck and prayer—or, in her words, magic—saved me from the edge of the River of Hell.”

Belicia rubbed the cigarette between his fingers, his words becoming much calmer.

It's like telling someone else's story.

“But she knew I couldn’t stay in the temple any longer, so she secretly let me go and replaced me with the body of another girl—at that time, there were children dying in the streets every day.”

Belica remained calm and composed.

And so, on that day, she died.

The nun's apprentice died.

The girl died.

The woman scoffed lightly:
"And the girl who died in my place was named Belicia."

Belica.

King Lausanne II looked at the other person with a complicated expression.

"That pig priest at the orphanage, what's his name?"

He spoke softly and cautiously.

Belicia snapped out of her daze, stared at the assassin for a long time, and then scoffed disdainfully:

"What do you ask for this?"

King Losang II clenched his remaining fist and gritted his teeth, saying:

“Tell me, with your abilities—at least your current abilities—you made him pay the price.”

Belicia gazed at him silently.

Finally, the woman nodded.

"Of course, he paid the price, in the end."

But not in the most appropriate way.

"And I am free now."

She sighed and returned to reality.

“But fate wasn’t so kind—the Emerald City back then wasn’t a place for a little girl to survive alone,” the woman said calmly. “Fortunately, when I was about to collapse on the street, a wealthy merchant from the capital who was in the Emerald City on business saved me.”

She said softly:

"Fortunately, I had already learned by then that no one's generosity comes without a price: that wealthy businessman was not a philanthropist, nor did he save just anyone he saw."

King Lausanne II frowned.

"But to have enough to eat, to survive, and to avoid dying on the street, I was willing to do anything, including pretending to be pitiful in front of that rich businessman—including all the skills I 'learned' from that pig to please men."

Belicia sneered and said sarcastically:
“This time, however, I can’t deny that I was ‘not acting voluntarily.’”

She raised her head, her gaze sinking into the darkness of the dungeon.

And so, that day, she came to life.

The bitch is alive.

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

"And so, that wealthy businessman took me in. He was very generous, and apart from not liking to tell me where the key to the villa was and not allowing the servants to let me out, everything was fine. So fine that I thought my life would be like this forever."

Belicia walked to the light, calmly lit his third cigarette, took a slow puff, and then turned around.

"Until his wife in the capital found out about our affair."

She chuckled.

"It's interesting, but it seems like this isn't the first time she's encountered something like this. What's even more interesting is that her first thought wasn't to go find her husband."

Belica turned around, cigarette in hand, a radiant smile on her face.

“That old hag was consumed by jealousy. She hired a gang of kidnappers from the Iron Bat Society, which specializes in human trafficking, and sent them all the way to Emerald City to ‘deal with’ me.”

solve.

Lausanne II suddenly noticed that from this point on, Belicia's tone no longer trembled with pain, but even carried a hint of lighthearted mockery.

From that moment on, everything seemed to become the norm.

It's nothing serious.

"And on the very night that the kidnappers abducted me, had their way with me, and were preparing to sell me to the town of Havistown the next day..."

Belicia took another drag of his cigarette, chatting and laughing casually as he exhaled smoke.

"I racked my brains and used the skills I learned from that pig, and perhaps also from that rich merchant."

She squinted her eyes:
"I convinced—or rather, slept with—the leader of that kidnapping gang, and it took a lot of effort to get his brain, which was even smaller than the second brother's, to start working: how much could they make just by kidnapping women and children and secretly selling them to poor bachelors in Harvester Town?"

Belica's eyes sparkled, making her playful and adorable:
"And after I pulled this job—in every sense of the word—how much did that old hag employer pay them? Was it as much as that rich merchant's fortune?"

The woman whistled:
"So I was lucky and didn't end up being sold to Haverst, or even worse, like the other goods they handled."

Looking at Belicaia's relaxed expression, Lausanne II felt a heaviness in his heart.

"So the following month, when the wealthy businessman received my letter and came to Emerald City to 'see' me again, he was kidnapped."

Belicia shrugged.

"I have to say, the kidnapper leader was quite honorable. After receiving the money, he actually kept his promise and was going to release the people—just like when they told the women and children in the cage, 'We will definitely let you go.'"

She sighed.

Even thieves have their code of honor and principles; they only kidnap and sell, they don't kill.

What a great kidnapper!

"I have to remind them again: will the money they extort from that wealthy businessman be more than the bounty on their head after they're released?"

Belicia looked helpless, like a boss dealing with a clumsy subordinate.

"And thank goodness, these kidnappers finally got it and knew how to kill the hostage!"

King Lausanne II simply stared at her without saying a word.

Mixed feelings.

Belicia took another drag of his cigarette, swaying his head in the hazy smoke.
"And so, in this kidnapper's lair, I earned my first pot of gold, and the shoulder of a new man."

"From that time on, I no longer needed to accompany every single one of them, only the few who kept their word..."

"Soon, they started to disagree about who could let me sleep with them for a few days a week..."

"The differences seemed quite significant, so later, after the differences were resolved, I only had to accompany the kidnapper leader..."

"Then one day, the people below me, whether they had slept with me or not, started calling me 'sister-in-law'."

At this point, Belicia burst into laughter.

"The ridiculous thing is, one day the kidnapper leader actually said that he had fallen in love with me! He actually wanted me to have his child! A child! Hahahaha..."

She crouched down, patted Losang II on the shoulder, and laughed so hard she almost fell over, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

But Lausanne II remained unmoved.

"Not to mention how many mistresses and illegitimate children this scumbag named Gary has..."

The woman seemed to have laughed enough; she took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that had come out of her eyes.

"But just like that swine priest, and that rich merchant..."

Belicia's smile faded, and his gaze slowly sharpened.

“Lovely Gary, he never asked me: Do I want to or not?”

Belicia glanced at the assassin and sneered:
"But the good news is that this time, no one came to question me, 'Why don't you fight back?'"

King Lausanne II took a deep breath.

"and after?"

Belicia exhaled a puff of smoke.

“Remember that unfortunate tycoon?” she raised an eyebrow. “Kidnapping and murder. I don’t know about other places, but in Emerald City, it’s a major taboo.”

Of course, what we should avoid is not kidnapping.

Belica smirked.

He was a wealthy businessman.

Kidnapping? That's a big deal.

Kidnapping a wealthy businessman? Wow, this is terrible! This is a matter of utmost importance, shaking the very foundation of the Star Kingdom, damaging the honor and prestige of the entire South Coast Territory, violating the Duke's governing principles, and affecting the very existence and survival of Emerald City!
After all, nothing is trivial for wealthy businessmen!

"I heard that the Duke himself gave the order, and the entire Emerald City was placed under martial law. The Emerald Legion and the guards were in hot pursuit, and Gary and his men had no choice but to flee east and west."

Belicia curled her lip in disdain:

"Until they were found by the Blood Bottle Gang, tortured to death, and every last one of them went on a trip to the high seas."

I heard they went to quite a few places, with each person visiting an average of four or five places.

"Were they found by the Blood Vial Gang?" Losang II realized something was amiss and couldn't help but ask, "Or did you betray them to the Blood Vial Gang?"

Belicia gave a soft hum:
"Is there a difference?"

She took a deep drag on her cigarette until she couldn't take it anymore and coughed repeatedly.

"But this time, I wasn't so lucky."

The woman's gaze froze. "Before getting rid of Gary, I tried my best to eliminate all clues, but the Blood Bottle Gang still managed to capture me."

Belicia slowly reached out and stubbed out the last few dabs of his cigarette on the ground, rubbing them back and forth:

“They brought me to him.”

The expression on her face disappeared.

"But this time, the man I met this time, this new boss, he was different from the previous ones. He didn't touch me, he didn't even look at me."

Belicia snorted, her tone a mixture of disdain, hatred, and bewilderment.

"He just said that he saw something in me that ordinary mistresses or prostitutes don't have."

Her breathing gradually quickened:
"He questioned me, whether I wanted to continue living this life of relying on others and tying my livelihood to another person, or to make use of my talents..."

Talent...

Lausanne II opened his eyes, which were filled with coldness:
Turnbull.

Belicia gave a soft hum and nodded in agreement.

"That was my first meeting with the old gang leader, no, the old wall lamp."

For the first time, someone looked at her with a gaze that no longer seemed to be that of someone looking at a beautiful woman.

Instead, he examined a sharp knife.

Her stagnant eyes stirred again, reflecting glimmers of light.

"From that day on, I became his whore."

A real bitch.

His tools.

His weapon.

His heart-splitting dagger.

Belica's breathing quickened.

"And so, I changed my identity and used my strengths: soldier, businessman, ship owner, guard, and even a Blood Bottle Gang colleague who was a threat to Turnbull. I tried all kinds of targets... From a country girl determined to repay a debt of gratitude to a beautiful and refined lady in distress, and even a stage actress who was down on her luck. I played all kinds of roles, spying for Turnbull, winning over allies, and attacking enemies and even our own people."

Upon hearing this, King Lobsang II couldn't help but notice:

It had been a long time since a smile had appeared on Belicia's face.

"Until one day, I met another man."

She looked up.

"Sona Kevindir".

Lausanne II's attention was drawn once again.

"He just sat there calmly at the elegant tea table, politely and respectfully inviting me to sit down and asking if I would do him the honor of having dinner with him, and to discuss the matter of Turnbull's loyalty."

Belicia grinned, revealing an exaggerated, almost unreal smile:
"As expected of a great man born into nobility and a prestigious family, the dignified Lord of Gonghai City, every move he makes is noble and elegant, and every word he speaks is considerate and understanding. His smile is even more heartwarming than that of the swine priest."

That was the first time too.

For the first time, the way others looked at her was neither because she was a beautiful woman nor because she was a weapon.

Instead, they looked at a speck of dust.

Especially when he was all-powerful and she was powerless to resist.

The woman spoke softly, her words concealing a barely perceptible resentment:

"Of course, until this viscount hired someone to murder his own brother and died mysteriously in prison."

As soon as she finished speaking, her shoulders began to tremble.

At first, Lausanne II thought she was sobbing.

But he soon realized that the other person was laughing.

I couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Belicia clutched his shoulder, a chilling, eerie laugh escaping his lips in an exaggerated smile:
"Ha ha ha ha……"

Laughter echoed in the dungeon, but King Losang II felt only a heavy heart.

He remained silent for a long time amidst the laughter.

"sorry."

Only after Belicia had laughed until her throat was dry and the dungeon fell silent again did the assassin slowly speak:
"But I don't know, I don't even know if the story you told me, these experiences, are true."

Belicia snorted coldly:
"Because all these experiences are too coincidental, right? Why am I so unlucky, never running into any good people?"

King Lausanne II frowned: "No, I just..."

"If you don't believe the logic behind it, then it's obviously fake, something I made up."

Belicia turned her head away indifferently:
"Just believe what you want to believe—it's not the first time anyway."

“Belicia…”

“But according to you, I am also in what you call a ‘cage’.”

The woman interrupted him, saying coldly:

"From the very beginning, I was in the hands of one man and then another. No matter how beautifully I struggled, I was always in a cage."

King Lausanne II was stunned.

"But remember, if it weren't for that night, that night that made you and the old wall lamp suffer, I'd still be Turnbull's whore and plaything, manipulated by him to seduce, seduce, monitor, and deal with all sorts of men: wealthy businessmen, corrupt officials, rivals, even henchmen of ambitious drug dealers, or..."

Belicia glanced at Lausanne II.

"A ruthless killer."

The assassin was speechless.

"But if every single time, every single time this damned, maddening fate comes crashing down on me, I don't rack my brains, use every trick in the book, and resort to every attitude you despise, struggling to save myself from the brink of death..."

Belicia clicked his tongue and shook his head:

"And you say that's not important? That it's meaningless? That struggling makes no difference? You even look down on the way I rely on power to 'seek justice,' and you think my posture is ugly?"

Looking at the solemn-faced assassin, Belicia smiled again.

"Honey, what the hell?"

She said the most hurtful things in the gentlest tone.

"As for where this path leads, whether I'll have to rely on another man, or whether this ugly struggle will actually break free from this so-called cage..."

Belicia sneered.

“My dear, I’ve struggled all this way,” she shook her head, “but never for any damn cage.”

King Lausanne II remained silent.

“Unlike you, Losang II, or that idiot killer, that idiot servant, you are trapped in the past, seeing only the cage in your eyes…”

Belicia's smile vanished.

"You have run away from the battle that is yours."

Belica's gaze was like a knife:

"And I caught it."

Faced with the woman's coldness, King Lausanne II remained silent for a very long time.

Finally, he avoided the other person's aggressive gaze and lowered his eyes.

"You and I are not talking about the same thing."

"Is not it?"

Belicia stood up and gave a dismissive snort.

“Your struggles, your fights,” Lausanne II took a deep breath, “and my struggles, and my struggles in my three lives…”

He gritted his teeth and said:

"They've never been the same thing."

Belicia did not speak immediately, but stared at him coldly.

Lausanne II did not avoid the question, but stubbornly looked back at her.

It was as if this moment was the most sincere reunion between the two after many years.

Until Belicia curled the corners of her mouth into a smile.

“One day, the old nanny from the almshouse found me—she somehow recognized me.”

Even if the girl is dead, the bitch is resurrected.

Even though I'm already unrecognizable.

“Old nanny…” Losang II frowned.

“The one who saved me and then released me,” Belicia said without much explanation, “has a terminal illness and doesn’t have long to live.”

The woman squinted her eyes:

"There's only one thing she can't let go of."

"what's up?"

“After I died, the swine priest was transferred and suspended, but he was reinstated once the storm passed, as if people had forgotten what he had done.”

Or rather, it doesn't matter what he has done.

After all, it's not easy for a temple to train a qualified priest, and it can't be ruined by some rumors and gossip, right?
"The Temple of the Setting Sun and the Emerald City, from top to bottom, covered up this matter as if it had never happened."

"What?" King Lausanne II's breathing quickened.

"Yes, what's even more unfortunate is that the pig will soon take over as the deputy chief priest of the city, and he also has a teacher-student relationship with the district chief priest. He is a guest of honor of all the major families. If things go well in the future, he may even become a chief priest who can educate all the people—especially since he started from the almshouse. In the eyes of the temple's higher-ups, he is a rare talent who has been trained from the grassroots."

Belicia said disdainfully.

Moreover……

After the turmoil, he was reinstated to his original position...

Doesn't this prove that the priest has withstood the investigation and test, and is completely innocent and upright?

It also proves that the Temple of the Setting Sun is upright, honest, and fearless in promoting the virtuous and fearless of public opinion.

As for the Sunset Priests' procession, they remained as pure and just as always.

The results are in, the dust has settled, do you still want to question the decision of the temple's higher-ups?

Who the hell do you think you are?
Is it the high priest or the deputy high priest?

Belicia pressed his hand to his left chest, breathing rapidly.

"The old lady tried everything: anonymous reporting, seeking help from superiors, and even speaking out loudly despite her reputation, but nothing worked."

Belicia snorted coldly:
"Even in the monastery that the swine is about to take over, there are several high nuns who were once violated by him, but they dare not speak out against it."

Lausanne II remained motionless.

"So, after praying thousands and thousands of times, but never receiving a response from the goddess, the old woman made a decision..."

Belicia's eyes were complicated.

For the nun who had devoted her life to serving the gods and was devout to the core, just thinking about it was a sinful act, and to propose it would be contrary to the teachings of the setting sun, a decision that would subject her to divine punishment and condemn her to eternal damnation.

"When she was young, the old woman was unable to protect her girls."

"And now, she is going to die."

Belicia shook his head and grinned:

"She didn't want to have any regrets."

King Lausanne II understood something, and his expression changed slightly amidst his感慨 and surprise.

"She wants to..."

“The old woman took out her savings of many years—though it wasn’t much, less than what she could earn from street vending—and found me.”

"Belicia said softly."

For the sake of the greater good, the old woman endured and remained silent.

Now, she defies her faith in order to atone for her sins.

"I don't know why it was me. Maybe she saw that I was up to no good and ultimately didn't go down the right path, or maybe she thought I was dirty enough and shouldn't mind doing dirty work again?"

"Belicia said sarcastically."

"However, since it involves the temple and the nobles at the top, and there are consequences and risks of being wanted and retaliated against, no one in the entire Emerald City or even the South Bank Territory dares to take this job—just asking about it is enough to make the fiercest, most ruthless, and most reckless drug dealers at North Gate Bridge cover their ears and run away."

Belicia's smile vanished.

But she had to make it happen.

No matter how difficult.

must.

“I had no choice but to go to Turnbull, and the old wall lamp replied…”

Belica's expression was serious:

"only one person."

"one person?"

Belicia nodded:
"The old gang leader told me that there is only one person in Emerald City now, a swordsman. Only he dares to take on this job, which will offend countless people, cause endless trouble, and even require him to hide his identity for the rest of his life after the job is done."

A swordsman.

In that instant, King Losang II remembered something and shuddered!
"Yes, it was just him."

"Belicia repeated softly."

However, he's been clinging to that chivalrous code for too long; it's outdated and stubborn. Aside from self-defense and revenge, would he really kill for money...?

Belicia gazed at the absent-minded prisoner, recalling Turnbull's meaningful words from years ago:
Unless, unless someone gives him a push, makes him drop the framework, and cross the final line...

"And so, Turnbull acted as matchmaker, and the old lady found the swordsman."

Belicia closed his eyes, trying to banish the old gang leader's words from his mind:
“The old woman didn’t tell me more. She only said that after listening to her, the latter took the job, even though the pay was meager.”

It is indeed meager.

King Lausanne II breathed in a daze.

That little bit of payment...

It's not even enough to buy a good sword.

Belica took a deep breath:

"Not only that, but before leaving, he even casually gave the old woman a bottle of medicine, saying that it would help—"

"It can cure her cough."

King Lausanne II interrupted her.

The vampire assassin, looking dazed, took over Belisia's words:

I told her that the medicine would make her feel... a little better.

Lausanne II moved his lips absently:

"As long as... it's incorporated into the blood."

It can bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bones.

Heal the poor old woman's terminal illness.

Belica smiled.

"Yes, the old lady said that his attitude was as if that bottle was nothing and could be thrown away at will."

Unbeknownst to him, King Lausanne II's expression turned sorrowful, and his lips trembled.

why?
He asked wistfully, gazing into the endless darkness of the dungeon.

We also look back to the old days.

why?
“But the old woman never used that medicine until she died—she recognized it, and don’t forget, she was also a nun from the temple.”

They are best at distinguishing filth and uncleanliness.

Belicia took a deep breath.

“Before she died, she gave me that incomparably precious source blood,” the woman said, looking at the stunned assassin, her tone unusually calm and indifferent, “and told me to find an opportunity to return it to its rightful owner.”

That child needs it more than this old woman, destined for hell.

Belicia slowly crouched down and spoke softly:
"As for that priest..."

"died."

Losang II seemed to remember something, his eyes filled with confusion:

“I killed him when I was still…”

At a banquet, under the protection of a full team of temple guards and protectors.

He was covered in blood and wounds, and was almost overtaken by the Emerald Legion.

Because I wasn't familiar with it, I wasted an hour just locking onto the target.

But he still succeeded.

He killed him.

Kill the priest.

King Lausanne II closed his eyes:

"For, for... the old woman's reward."

Or something else.

Belica smiled.

His smile was genuine and natural.

"Back then, after Dogtooth Bot died, Turnbull gave me a few options regarding the next target, from high-ranking officials to nobles, from the super-rich to bigwigs..."

She placed her hand on the assassin's shoulder and said softly:

"But I know my choice."

Even if it's just to return the item to its rightful owner.

Thinking of that solid source blood, Losang II's thoughts were in turmoil, and he felt utterly powerless.

“I told you, my dear,” Belicia sighed, “I knew the first time I saw you that we were the same kind of people.”

"Because it's broken."

King Lausanne II trembled upon hearing this.

"Just like me."

In that instant, in the boundless darkness of the dungeon, Belisia blossomed with the gentlest and most endearing smile.

Just like before.

And so, from that time on, Emerald City lost a devout nun.

There was also one less dirty pig.