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Theresa was well aware of her sister's situation. It was already a miracle that Orfindo hadn't come to hate them; trying to appeal to their emotions at this point was simply wishful thinking.

“It’s okay, none of that matters right now… If you can find someone to contact him, give him this.”

As he spoke, Reggie tossed the envelope in his hand to Theresa.

"Huh? What does this mean, Father?"

Ferran, standing to the side, watched this scene with utter bewilderment.

"I've thought about it, and the Rossia family's plan... is still too risky."

Regrey rubbed his temples. "Although I hate to admit it, such a saintess as God's chosen one may be exactly what my Lord has decided."

"You want to use this letter... to exchange for the saint's forgiveness?"

Ferran belatedly realized, "Does that mean we're going to surrender?"

“…Ferland, I lost my temper just now. Actually, Agnes is right. If we hadn’t done those things in the first place, perhaps we wouldn’t be where we are today.”

"Father???"

Ferran was stunned. They were just having a good discussion, and now his father was about to surrender.

"Of the three great families, we are the weakest right now. The Knights of Judgment have suffered heavy losses in the Seven Seas Capital, and the Holy Casket has also been stolen. If we continue to hold out, we don't actually have the strength to fight the Holy Maiden."

Regre slumped back into his chair, the gray in his hair making him seem ten years older in an instant. "The letter from the Rossia family made me realize that we are actually fish on a chopping board. At this point, even they want to cut a piece of flesh off me."

"Assassination... Ridiculous. Even after all I've done, I am still a believer in the light... I will not associate with you damned dark cultists."

Despite the torment, Regri finally made his choice. The letter from the Rossia family was like an invitation from the devil, almost plunging him into an abyss.

But in the final moment, he ultimately held onto his bottom line.

He didn't expect the saintess to forgive him and his family for what they had done; he just hoped that it would bring peace to him and his children.

"Theresa, have someone pass on a message to the Holy Maiden of Light: if she agrees to keep Agnes, you and your brothers will still have a chance to live, and the family will give up the fight."

"Why!? And Father, what about you??"

Ferran was speechless.

“Now that things have come to this, someone in the family has to take responsibility for all of this… I can’t escape responsibility.”

"But if that's the case, wouldn't our Boromeo family be completely..."

"son……"

Regri looked at Ferran and finally sighed deeply.

"Power is not eternal. From the moment our family went astray, this was our destined fate."

"Rather than struggling ugly, at least let's have a dignified ending in the end."

Chapter 107 Teresa's Nightmare

On the other side, in the conference room of the Rossia family.

Unlike the Boromeo family's long table, the Rossia family's council chamber only had a single golden armchair.

The patriarch, Isabella Rossia, sat on a bench with her long, white legs crossed, while the rest of the family knelt respectfully below like slaves. At first glance, it didn't look like a family meeting, but more like believers and their god.

A young girl is sitting directly in front of the seat, holding a crystal ball with ever-changing light and shadow in her hands.

"Ha, that old coward Regri, as expected, chose to surrender."

Isabella looked at the image in the crystal ball, a disdainful smile playing on her lips.

"Mother...did you know he would choose to surrender?"

The girl looked up slightly, somewhat surprised.

"of course."

Isabella narrowed her eyes. "After all these years of dealing with people, I know his character all too well."

"It's truly pathetic to waver between being neither truly kind nor truly evil."

"Then why do you still..."

"Hehehehe."

Unexpectedly, Isabella immediately let out a series of silvery laughs.

"Because this letter wasn't originally intended for him to see."

"Whether or not to surrender is not up to him to decide."

……

Boromeo's house.

Theresa sat in her bedroom, clutching the envelope in her hand, her gaze somewhat lost.

To be honest, she felt a sense of relief when she heard her father say he wanted to surrender.

But I couldn't help feeling a sense of self-blame and emptiness. My first reaction to my family coming to an end was actually a feeling of relief.

The glory and splendor of the Boromeo family were once their pride, but with the public execution by the Holy Maiden of Light at the foot of the White Tower, they became rats hated by everyone in the Holy City.

In just three days, everything changed.

Theresa felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She now understood why her father had deliberately kept her out of some things; perhaps he had long anticipated this day.

However, she also understood that not doing it did not mean she was unrelated to those things. As long as she was part of this huge interest group, she was ultimately a member involved.

Sigh, no matter how much I think about these things, we still have to wait for the Holy Maiden's judgment. For now, I should try to contact her first.

Theresa wasn't a particularly indecisive person; in fact, she only pondered for a short while before getting up to leave.

But just then, she suddenly felt some double images appear before her eyes. In the dim light, she seemed to see a faceless girl walking barefoot through her room.

Again.

Theresa covered her head, feeling a bit nauseous.

Ever since she returned from the Seven Seas City, she has had this hallucination from time to time.

She would always see strange people or things... These things do not exist in reality; theoretically, they should be Teresa's own hallucinations.

She had consulted a senior priest in her family for treatment and testing, but they couldn't find anything wrong with her. However, in recent days, the frequency of her hallucinations has been increasing.

This is why she was somewhat distracted during important family meetings, as she was always drawn to these inexplicably appearing figures.

I see you.

A muffled voice sounded in her ear, but the empty room clearly only contained her.

Theresa covered her ears, trying to ignore the sound, but then more blood-stained, withered arms began to appear on the ground in front of her.

Like reeds in the forest, countless arms swayed on the room floor, and distant roars reached Teresa's ears.

"Lady Theresa! I'm innocent! How could I possibly be a heretic?!"

"Please, Lady Theresa! Spare me! My child is still in the Holy City!!!"

"Theresa Boromeo!!! I curse you!!!"

For a moment, Theresa seemed to be back in the Seven Seas City on that bloody night, where the bones of her comrades lay piled high on the ground, and below the hillside, orcs shouted with jubilation, their spears piercing the heads of their fallen comrades…

I see you.

It's that damned murmur again.

Unable to bear it any longer, Teresa slammed her head against the table with a loud thud, and the room fell silent again.

The faceless girl, the blood-stained arms... everything disappeared, leaving only the smooth, clean floor.

She was pale and breathing heavily. Even though she kept telling herself that she had done the right thing, the nightmarish hallucinations would still haunt her from time to time like a ghost.

Even if she didn't want to admit it, it was an undeniable fact—the battle with the orcs in the Seven Seas City had become a psychological trauma for her.

Theresa wiped the sweat from her forehead with trembling hands. The bump had left her hair a little messy, so she had no choice but to look in the dressing mirror and tidy it up.

But the next second, the reflection in the mirror smiled and suddenly spoke:

"So, you've sacrificed so much for the family, and now your father is telling you to give up everything so casually."

"Can you really accept that?"

With a "smack," Teresa slammed down the palm-sized dressing mirror. Although it was the same sound, it wasn't her speaking.

That's not her speaking!

"You risked your soul being corrupted to connect to the void and personally slaughter your own kind..."

“Every night when you close your eyes, you can see the corpses of your fellow countrymen you have killed. They trusted you, they worshipped you, they followed you out of the holy city, but under your butcher's knife, they are forever buried in a foreign land…”

Shut up!! Shut up!!!

"But now, what have you gotten in return for all that you've given up?"

“You have nothing. You did not bring back the Holy Casket. You did not rescue Prince Aslan. Even the only family that can prove your glory will be handed over.”

"You keep deceiving yourself, saying this is fate. But why, why is your sacrifice and effort considered a matter of course, fate? That dignified saintess, that ruthless saintess, why can that kind of guy ride on your back without giving anything in return?"

Theresa covered her head with her hands; she felt like she was going crazy.

Unbeknownst to her, the letter she had placed on the table was now moving, its words transforming into a rune pattern made of characters, slowly swirling like a vortex.

"Why? Theresa? Why?"

"Are you just accepting your fate? Are your shadows, your pain, and the sacrifices you made for the family all meaningless?"

Something's not right. Why is this hallucination lasting so long?

Tears welled up in Teresa's eyes. In that instant, she seemed to realize something. She leaned over the table, struggled to raise her hand, and reached through the curtains to fiddle with the latch on the window.

The saint's crow is right outside the window; if only we could open the window and get her to notice it...

"click"

With a soft sound, the door behind them opened, and a figure draped in a white robe walked in.

"You have a truly strong will, Lady Theresa."

Elaine, the girl who claimed to be from the Rossia family, had not left at all, but appeared in the bedroom like a ghost.

A slight smile played on her lips as she walked over with light, flirtatious steps, reached out, and gently grasped Theresa's fair wrist.

"Unfortunately, this was also within Mother's expectations."

Chapter 108 The Changer

The next day, in Ella's divine world.

"A mutiny has broken out within the Boromeo family?"

Ye Xiao frowned slightly as he listened to Decali's report.

"Yes, the eldest daughter Theresa led her personal guard knights into the lord's chamber and took the head of the Boromeo family, Regri, hostage."

"...That's outrageous?"

Ye Xiao stroked her chin. "What's the reason?"

"It's not quite clear yet, but I guess it's related to yesterday's secret family meeting. However, only the direct descendants of the Boromeo family were present at the meeting, and no one else knew about it."

Dekali crossed his arms.

"Something seems a bit off. Do you think Theresa is the kind of person who would kidnap her own father?"

"I can't really say anything about this if you ask me."

Decali shrugged.

"Is it possible to contact Agnes or other direct descendants to inquire about the situation?"

“Except for the eldest son, Ferran, everyone else has been imprisoned by Theresa.”

"what……?"

Ye Xiao's lips twitched. "Hmm... alright, thank you for your hard work. I will report this to the Holy Maiden... There's something strange about the Boromeo family. If possible, see if you can find a way to contact Agnes, but be careful."

"clear."