Seliya was not fooled by Dietrich's words.
Giving her a leash is a lie, it's just to let down her guard.
This was a deception.
He was saying that he could cut the leash around his neck with his own hands at any time and that he would give the leash to Seliya.
He was telling her that he was going to take advantage of the moment she let down her guard and took her breath away.
- Be aware of your position.
- You just have to do what I tell you.
Just a week ago, the subject acted as if he was the owner.
Seliya had a point about Dietrich acting like this.
Perhaps, the situation outside had changed a lot in the past week.
“I told you. I have no hobby raising dogs.”
Seliya's hands slowly dug into his neck, just like Dietrich's once did.
Dietrich just watched Seliya's actions in silence. The calm red eyes never wavered until fingernail marks were left on his neck.
His eyes were from indifferent to heartless.
Looking into those eyes, Seliya pulled her hand away from his throat.
She said in a whisper as she lowered her body onto Dietrich's torso.
“...Say it again."
“...”
“Are you saying it was in vain that I killed the Emperor?”
A meaningful smile spread across Dietrich's expressionless face.
"Yes."
For Seliya, who lived only for the day he would kill the Emperor, his positivity was tantamount to denying life in general.
“The person you should have killed was not the Emperor...”
Dietrich placed his hand on Seliya's hand. He intertwined his knuckles and pointed to the high ceiling with his hand.
“Because it was the three Dukes on top of the Emperor’s head.”
***
More than an hour had passed since Dietrich left the room.
Seliya was lying on the bed, quietly looking up at the ceiling.
She could feel the day coming, but she could not sleep.
Dietrich's words lingered in Seliya's mind.
'The Three Dukes are my real enemies?'
Dietrich clearly knew that Seliya was not from Abelon. Perhaps he even discovered that she was a survivor of a fallen kingdom.
No. Dietrich would have figured it out.
- If you don’t believe me, check it out for yourself at the Crown Prince’s birthday banquet that will be held soon. Because your real ‘enemy’ will appear at the banquet hall.
So, he must have said that with confidence.
“...”
Seliya was angry.
Unlike himself, Dietrich knew a lot.
Well, he was a man of great resourcefulness, as he was not even from Abelon, but he rose to the rank of commander of the imperial knights and even the rank of Duke.
Not only does he know about the existence of supernatural powers, but he also hates Abelon.
What is Dietrich’s true identity?
'Could it be that you are a survivor like me?'
However, everyone in the kingdom died except her.
'If that man is right, then what on earth are the Three Dukes, who destroyed my kingdom that was so far away?'
Seliya doesn't know how much of what Dietrich said was true and how much was false.
Because he was a suspicious person, from his identity to everything he said and did.
Seliya recalled the moment when Dietrich naturally overlapped his hands.
Seliya's eyes narrowed.
'You will find out what is real and what is false at the birthday banquet.'
***
The Great Temple in Abelon is made of white marble from the wallpaper to the ceiling.
The great temple, which embodies the essence of a famous architect, is so majestic that it overwhelms those who see it. The divine power was completely separated from the imperial power, so even though it was located in the capital, it did not receive any interference from the imperial family.
In fact, the Great Hall was under the intervention of Illeon, not the imperial family.
The Great Temple had been owned by the Greedric family since it was built, so it was natural that the head of the family, Illeon, would succeed it.
In addition, more money came from the Greedric family than the total amount of money coming out of the believers' pockets.
Ieon was the source of funds and owner of the Great Temple.
An old priest wearing a white Dalmatica spotted Illeon and bowed his head respectfully towards him.
“Are you here, Master?”
Illeon, with long, slightly dark silver hair tied together, was wearing snow-white, wide-open clothes and looked more like a high priest than a high priest.
“Is the altar ready?”
The high priest answered Illeon’s question.
“Yes, the altar is ready. The offering...”
“There must be about fifteen people.”
The High Priest swallowed his saliva. It was a slightly larger number than usual.
"All right. If you do, I will call an officiant to perform the ceremony.”
“High priest.”
Illeon's voice grabbed the high priest's ankle.
“Have you heard anything about Seliya Brillion?”
Seliya Brillion. The high priest was well aware of the rumors about that beautiful woman. However, as a high priest, he was not allowed to leave the main temple even for a single moment, so he had never actually seen Seliya.
“All I know is that she is locked up for assassinating the Emperor. Not long ago, I heard that the person who assassinated the real Emperor had been caught. But why does she ask that..."
The High Priest glanced at Illeon. Illeon always had a gentle expression on his face, so it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Illeon folded his eyes gracefully and opened his lips.
“One of your high priests stole money from his followers to see her. How dare you, without my permission.”
The high priest stopped breathing. He thought Illeon didn't know because it happened a few months ago, but now he see that he knew everything but didn't tell him.
'So, does that mean you are aware of other corruptions and are turning a blind eye to them?'
“Prepare today’s executioner as the high priest.”
The high priest felt fortunate that the executioner was not him.
The ritual begins with the officiant stabbing the sacrifices lying on the altar with a knife.
Every one of the performers who performed the ritual vomited blood and died. At the end, he says something similar to a divine prophecy, and as a reward for revealing the secret of heaven, blood pours out from a hole in his body and he dies on the spot.
Usually, executors are made up of orphans with no connections.
From a young age, they are indoctrinated as a sacred ritual for God and provided with meals and clothing. In the end, it is used as an executioner to perform the ritual and then discarded.
The only people who knew this were the high priest and Illeon, who had held the position of high priest for a long time.
Illeon closed his eyes and smiled. Those who saw the soft folds of the blue eyes in his beautiful eyes would not even dare to imagine how many people he had killed in this great temple in the name of offering them as sacrifices to the Gods.
Who would believe it?
Illeon, the leader of the three Dukes, has committed countless massacres of humans in the name of offering sacrifices to the Gods in the sacred great temple.
“I will pretend not to notice other things, so you will continue to suffer.”
Illeon said, patting the High Priest on the shoulder. It was a gentle voice reminiscent of spring sunlight.
The high priest bowed his back, putting his trembling hands behind him.
“... All right. Everything goes according to the owner’s will.”
After hearing the answer he wanted, Illeon flapped his sleeves and headed toward the altar.
In a huge room, in the center of the altar, there was a statue modeled after the image of a God. The statue had two feet and two legs like a human, but its head was in the shape of a snake.
On the altar covered with a red carpet, people with white cloth covering their eyes were lying dead, with their hands tied with rope.
There are a total of fifteen offerings. They were sacrificial lambs who would die on behalf of Seliya Brillion.
Some of them were alive, while others were already dead and infested with maggots.
Incense was burned throughout the altar to remove the smell of rotting corpses.
Soon, the executioner who would perform the ceremony came inside holding a sharp-colored sword. Unlike the high priest, the high priest, who knew nothing, had a nervous look on his face.
The officiant who performed the ritual inevitably dies. Even the high priests did not know how they would die, as they were taught only that the blood of the sacrifice would be sprinkled and that they would ultimately be embraced by the Gods.
'I wanted to see Seliya Brillion one last time.'
The high priest holding the sword carefully observed Illeon, who was watching all of this.
Illeon was sitting on a white velvet chair in front of the altar.
Is it because he wears wide-open white clothes, or is it because his skin is unusually white as snow? Or is it because of the relaxed expression on his face that shows no signs of nervousness?
In the eyes of the high priest, Illeon looked more like a god than a god.
“I will perform the ceremony.”
The high priest raised his sword. He swung his knife and began stabbing the hearts of the sacrifices on the platform. The splattered blood dyed the white statue red.
The blood of the sacrifices was drenched in the places where the Great Master had passed. The dead were stabbed again, and the living were stabbed again and again until their hearts stopped functioning properly.
Illeon watched the ceremony with his calm face.
Just like that, the ceremony was nearing its end.
The last remaining sacrifice let out a painful scream.
“Ugh!”
After seeing this, Illeon's expression noticeably worsened. When a living offering is placed on the altar, the incense of Aquinep must be inhaled.
Just drinking a small amount of Aquinep scent has the same effect as general anesthesia, and you cannot feel any pain until the moment of death.
It's such a strong scent that even an elephant can't wake up for half a day if he drinks it, but the sacrifice he bought wakes up in less than half a day. This was the first time something like this had happened.
“Uh, he's consciousness!”
The high priest, embarrassed, dropped the sword in his hand. The high priest, covered in blood all over his body, looked at Illeon, his body shaking.
Ileon stared at the high priest with sunken eyes.
“...Didn’t you use Aquinab incense on that sacrifice?”
"No! I'm sure you said you wrote it...”
The ritual failed. Illeon, a believer in prophecy, was very unhappy with this situation. This was a bad sign.
At that moment, the sacrifice leaped up from the altar and pierced the high priest's body with one arm. Blood flowed from the high priest's mouth and boom! With a sound, the high priest's body collapsed.
With his eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth, the living sacrifice pointed his finger at Illeon and let out a bloody scream.
“Apostle of serpents and master of lies. You will surely die by the hand of the woman you love!”
With those words, the victim's hand fell limply to the floor, and blood flowed from its ears, nose, and mouth.
Illeon stood up from where he was sitting without saying anything. Unlike the altar, which was drenched in red blood, there was not a single drop of blood on Illeon's clothes.
Illeon bent down and picked up the high priest's sword that had fallen on the floor.
Illeon, holding a blood-stained sword, let out a low laugh.
“Your prophecy was wrong.”
Illeon quietly recited and stabbed the already dead victim's neck again and again. The blood from the sacrifice drenched Ileon's entire body.
Cheonggang!
He roughly threw the knife he was holding on the floor.
In the bloody room, Illeon muttered coldly, shaking his hands.
“There is no such thing as a woman I love.”
“I will pretend not to notice other things, so you will continue to suffer.”
Illeon said, patting the High Priest on the shoulder. It was a gentle voice reminiscent of spring sunlight.
The high priest bowed his back, putting his trembling hands behind him.
“... All right. Everything goes according to the owner’s will.”
After hearing the answer he wanted, Illeon flapped his sleeves and headed toward the altar.
In a huge room, in the center of the altar, there was a statue modeled after the image of a God. The statue had two feet and two legs like a human, but its head was in the shape of a snake.
On the altar covered with a red carpet, people with white cloth covering their eyes were lying dead, with their hands tied with rope.
There are a total of fifteen offerings. They were sacrificial lambs who would die on behalf of Seliya Brillion.
Some of them were alive, while others were already dead and infested with maggots.
Incense was burned throughout the altar to remove the smell of rotting corpses.
Soon, the executioner who would perform the ceremony came inside holding a sharp-colored sword. Unlike the high priest, the high priest, who knew nothing, had a nervous look on his face.
The officiant who performed the ritual inevitably dies. Even the high priests did not know how they would die, as they were taught only that the blood of the sacrifice would be sprinkled and that they would ultimately be embraced by the Gods.
'I wanted to see Seliya Brillion one last time.'
The high priest holding the sword carefully observed Illeon, who was watching all of this.
Illeon was sitting on a white velvet chair in front of the altar.
Is it because he wears wide-open white clothes, or is it because his skin is unusually white as snow? Or is it because of the relaxed expression on his face that shows no signs of nervousness?
In the eyes of the high priest, Illeon looked more like a god than a god.
“I will perform the ceremony.”
The high priest raised his sword. He swung his knife and began stabbing the hearts of the sacrifices on the platform. The splattered blood dyed the white statue red.
The blood of the sacrifices was drenched in the places where the Great Master had passed. The dead were stabbed again, and the living were stabbed again and again until their hearts stopped functioning properly.
Illeon watched the ceremony with his calm face.
Just like that, the ceremony was nearing its end.
The last remaining sacrifice let out a painful scream.
“Ugh!”
After seeing this, Illeon's expression noticeably worsened. When a living offering is placed on the altar, the incense of Aquinep must be inhaled.
Just drinking a small amount of Aquinep scent has the same effect as general anesthesia, and you cannot feel any pain until the moment of death.
It's such a strong scent that even an elephant can't wake up for half a day if he drinks it, but the sacrifice he bought wakes up in less than half a day. This was the first time something like this had happened.
“Uh, he's consciousness!”
The high priest, embarrassed, dropped the sword in his hand. The high priest, covered in blood all over his body, looked at Illeon, his body shaking.
Ileon stared at the high priest with sunken eyes.
“...Didn’t you use Aquinab incense on that sacrifice?”
"No! I'm sure you said you wrote it...”
The ritual failed. Illeon, a believer in prophecy, was very unhappy with this situation. This was a bad sign.
At that moment, the sacrifice leaped up from the altar and pierced the high priest's body with one arm. Blood flowed from the high priest's mouth and boom! With a sound, the high priest's body collapsed.
With his eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth, the living sacrifice pointed his finger at Illeon and let out a bloody scream.
“Apostle of serpents and master of lies. You will surely die by the hand of the woman you love!”
With those words, the victim's hand fell limply to the floor, and blood flowed from its ears, nose, and mouth.
Illeon stood up from where he was sitting without saying anything. Unlike the altar, which was drenched in red blood, there was not a single drop of blood on Illeon's clothes.
Illeon bent down and picked up the high priest's sword that had fallen on the floor.
Illeon, holding a blood-stained sword, let out a low laugh.
“Your prophecy was wrong.”
Illeon quietly recited and stabbed the already dead victim's neck again and again. The blood from the sacrifice drenched Ileon's entire body.
Cheonggang!
He roughly threw the knife he was holding on the floor.
In the bloody room, Illeon muttered coldly, shaking his hands.
“There is no such thing as a woman I love.”
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