Chapter 407 chapter 201 Blood Rose Flower Before the Feast (Part 2)
“To come for me… Heh, that’s truly laughable.”
Chrisis showed no trace of surprise, but her cheeks were filled with mockery. Her watery eyes, shimmering with a cold light, gazed at the red-haired youth:
“Lord Douglas, you should know, how many people have used this body of mine over the years? There are nobles like you, and bishops who are majestic under the sacred light. Of course… the number of times by those rogue soldiers, beggars, and vagrants should be even more.”
Douglas’s expression remained unmoved, still wearing a decent and gentle smile. The nun in the holy white robe slightly raised her head. Her cheeks were spotless and as white as snow, yet they were filled with deep mockery:
“You, who took my first time back then… are you still interested in a body that I myself find dirty?”
Chrisis’s voice was not loud, but the information it contained was like a stormy sea.
The purple-haired maid girl was startled and raised her head abruptly, but before she could ask, Douglas’s gentle and smiling voice came:
“How can mere mortal filth defile a body as pure and flawless as yours? Rather… this is the grace bestowed by the Goddess of Life upon these vulgar beings.”
“Goddess, grace… Heh, and Lord Douglas is willing to equate himself with the vulgar?”
As if hearing something ridiculous, clear laughter came from the nun’s lips, but her expression did not change at all, remaining indifferent and cold.
The red-haired youth merely nodded slightly and smiled, as if acknowledging the nun’s statement.
Chrisis’s gaze fell on the youth’s face. She suddenly smiled, gently lifting her cheeks, presenting a completely different image from the gentle and humble nun of the past.
“Since Lord Douglas wants this so-called ‘grace’… Fine, then kill this woman for me!”
The nun’s tone suddenly rose, and her normally warm, water-blue eyes were filled with killing intent as she pointed at the purple-haired maid beside the youth without any concealment.
“Miss Chrisis, although Dale was rude to you… it doesn’t warrant death. Moreover, such a personality is nothing like your past self.”
The red-haired youth stepped in front of the maid and looked directly at Chrisis.
Douglas’s voice was as gentle and poetic as a song, and he was protecting her, but Dale felt an overwhelming sense of fear.
The moment the youth stepped forward, the purple-haired girl clearly felt that the space around her was completely sealed, making even the slightest movement of her hand impossible, let alone escape – this clearly indicated his stance.
At this moment, besides disbelief and fear, Dale thought of many things:
The first time she saw the radiant youth in the carriage; the scenes of admiration and anticipation as she became his maid and spent time by his side… and finally, the proud and excited emotion she felt when she saw the youth’s true form during yesterday’s competition, and the gentle smile of the red-haired youth that afternoon when she suggested accompanying her master.
All these scenes converged into one sentence: “Master, I am your Dale! Please don’t abandon me, don’t listen to this woman…”
Unfortunately, under the confinement of space, the girl couldn’t utter a single sound.
“She offended me, and my mood is not good right now. So I want you to kill her.”
Chrisis’s voice had almost no emotional fluctuation: “Marquis Mays’ feast is before us, would you be reluctant to part with a woman?”
The nun’s gaze turned to the maid behind Douglas. The maid’s extreme fear could be easily felt, but Chrisis’s gaze remained indifferent, as if she had witnessed it countless times.
“As for my true nature, heh, Douglas, isn’t this what you all expect to see? Moreover, what you expect me to do is more than just one person, one city…”
Suddenly, Chrisis’s voice paused.
Then, after a moment, she gently shook her head, a smile appearing on her face as if she had let go. She corrected herself: “No, not just you. This is what I want to do: Is it not more than this decaying land?”
“This should be your true form… My Goddess. You are right, before your rare beauty, why would I cling to such vulgar things?”
Douglas said. He turned to look at the maid beside him. The purple-haired girl desperately widened her eyes, filled with pleading, but Douglas acted as if he saw nothing, a completely unrelated smile on his face.
Chrisis did not respond, merely watched indifferently. Behind the maid, Douglas had already drawn his sword. His gaze lowered, and his palm caressed the girl’s face as gently as if she were a lover.
Chrisis’s long eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly.
The sharp sword pierced the girl’s soft chest. Chrisis did not dodge, allowing the warm maiden’s blood to splash onto her pure white nun’s robe. The crimson blood quickly soaked into the fabric, and in the gentle evening breeze, it seemed to be dyed into a vibrant red rose.
“However, there was one thing you said earlier that was incorrect.”
Douglas had already drawn his sword. He casually tossed aside the soft maiden’s body in his hand as if it were useless waste, his face as handsome as jade filled with a smile.
“Miss Chrisis, even though Marquis Mays is renowned throughout eternity, how can such a mortal be compared to you? This should be your feast, a feast of ‘life’.”
“My feast? Heh…”
A mocking smile appeared on Chrisis’s face, but it was unclear whether it was directed at herself or everyone else.
She slightly raised her head, her gaze seeming to see countless people: the noble purple-robed bishop, the resilient knight commander, the frivolous noble young master… but their faces were all the same in Chrisis’s eyes.
She had tasted them herself, and even their essence here was not different in the slightest.
“One last question. Douglas, do you not fear when you demand intimacy with me?” Chrisis asked, looking at the red-haired youth.
“Why would I fear? To be able to touch your noble body is merely my infinite honor.”
Chrisis was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed clearly.
“Regardless of anything else, at least your courage is sufficient. Good, since you want it, whether it’s ‘grace’ or ‘honor’, or what others call a ‘curse’, take it to your heart’s content!”
Chrisis unfastened her blood-stained white robe with her fingers. The garment, almost a symbol of her nun identity, slid off her body. Her pure white, jade-like body was revealed to the air without reservation as the silk fabric fell away.
The last ray of twilight bathed her skin.
Douglas, like a noble son, also removed his robes and, with a smile, approached the girl. They paid no heed to the fact that this land belonged to the Church of Sacred Light, as if preparing for a final dance before the so-called feast.
The red-haired youth was already close to her.
Chrisis suddenly said, “What I expect is more than just this decaying land… Douglas, you are the person I hate the most, even more than Parker and that woman.”
“If so, it is my honor.”
Douglas smiled. He held the girl’s soft and white body.
The fiery heat and the dew of life intertwined and merged. Chrisis’s water-blue eyes trembled slightly, but her face grew even calmer, like a truly pure and sacred goddess.
She tilted her head slightly, and the night sky, now dark, entered her eyes.
