Chapter 105 : Stacy… Go to Hell…

That old fool was ruthless.

The scene, a spray of red and white.

She had thought he would question her first, but he had attacked without a word. She had barely had time to simulate the head explosion.

Did he know Xavier had been replaced?

No… under her control, Xavier had acted completely normal, except for approaching that area.

Even knowing he was one of his own, he still attacked. Ruthless indeed.

Of course, it wasn’t out of character for Oswell. In the crusade, he could have stopped her, but he had waited until she had killed everyone.

He had watched them die, and called it their honor to become fuel for the holy light.

For him, crushing a pawn was nothing.

But his decisiveness also revealed something. He was afraid. Afraid that the existence of the sphere of light would be discovered.

How unfortunate. His fears had been realized. And by her, of all people.

The only problem was that although she knew of its existence, she didn’t understand it, nor the runic pillars that surrounded it.

The runes were of a language she had never seen before.

“Not of this world,” she murmured, her crimson eyes narrowing. “Oswell might know. The ones behind him…”

She remembered the liquid holy light in his eyes. He was possessed again. It all became clear.

The ones behind him were not of this world either. Naturally, they would use a language she couldn’t understand.

But it wasn’t hopeless. It would just take time. And she needed the complete information from the pillars. Through Xavier’s eyes, she had only seen a part of it.

How much time did she have? A month, a week, a moment.

She had to rely on luck. Little Milly was also an outsider. Maybe she could understand the runes. She just had to find a chance to get her in.

But that would have to wait until she had a new body. Using Lillian’s was too restrictive. Her stability and power were far from her own.

The gap was too big. It hadn’t been this big at the beginning.

Now, she just had to wait for nightfall, for Little Milly to be asleep, and then enter the cell. After all, she had been deliberately ignoring her for the past few days. A slight movement could wake her.

She would return the body to Lillian. Her time in it was limited. And in the dead of night, she would go and take care of her dear Little Milly.

…

The midnight dungeon was silent.

Surprisingly, there was no tail today. The little knight she had left in the Confession Chamber should have woken up by now. Was she thinking about what she had said?

It was fine. It saved her the trouble.

As usual, she knocked out the guards and opened the cell. Little Milly was curled up in a corner, fast asleep.

She knelt and caressed her face.

Still so cute. It made her want to keep touching her.

But that would wake her. She had to stop.

She gently lifted Milly onto her lap. She took out the dinner she had prepared and supported her head. Her soft white hair slipped through her fingers. Her condition was much better than when she had first found her.

She fed her the liquid food.

The moment the water bag touched her lips, the little one opened her mouth and swallowed unconsciously.

She liked it. Tomorrow, she would prepare more.

The feeding was over. Next was the healing. But Milly’s body was fine. She didn’t need it.

She gently brushed her hair from her forehead. A golden rune appeared. It was the seal the old fool had placed on her.

It was a powerful seal, the work of those behind him.

She couldn’t break it yet, not until she had a new body.

She could only try to crack it, and watch her sleep. When it was time, she would place her on the blanket, tuck her in, and as she was about to leave, the little one suddenly grabbed her clothes.

Was she awake?

No, just dreaming.

She looked back. Milly’s eyes were still closed, her brow furrowed, her lips moving, as if she were talking in her sleep.

She leaned in to listen.

It was a name… her name.

A strange flutter in her chest. But as she listened closer, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Stacy… go to hell…”

“Still the same.”

She stood up, stumbling slightly.

She looked back at the sleeping girl. Was she dreaming of the past?

She slowly left the dungeon, whether from fatigue, or from her current mood.

Shortly after she left, Milly opened her eyes in the cage, looking in the direction she had gone. As if she had been pretending to be asleep all along.

“She comes every night.”

Three nights ago, she had woken up unexpectedly and seen that familiar face. Since then, she had pretended to be asleep every night, secretly observing the visiting Lillian.

On the surface, she was the Saintess. But she had a familiar aura, one she would never forget.

The sleep-talking was a test. If it were really her, she would have been angry. But she just left.

She was still alive, wasn’t she?

She looked in the direction she had gone. She couldn’t see her anymore. But she didn’t need her eyes to see. Just as she didn’t need to open her eyes to know it was Lillian who came every night for the past three days.

As for why, it all started three days ago.