When the Villainess Died, the Male Lead Went Crazy - Chapter 123.2
That night.
Anais felt her heart race at the thought of Kylian coming.
Everything would change now. If he recognized her, he would listen to her. Perhaps she could finally start a new life without him.
And she would also accept that the feelings Kylian held for her were not love.
Thinking this way made her feel both relieved and bittersweet. After all, Phileal was there, as was her father. So even if she had to part ways with Kylian, she believed she could manage her life well.
It would be difficult again, but still, this was the only opportunity she had to make things right.
The smell of the sea wafted in from a distance. The scent of the cold night sea lingered in the air. After staring at the pitch-black sky for a while, Anais became alarmed when she realized she couldn’t see any stars. Looking around, she noticed the moon was also absent.
When she looked back at the sea, she could no longer see the deep blue water.
It was as if everything had gone dark.
“Is this what it means to be a saint? Why is her hair black?”
“It seems some magic has been cast.”
At the unfamiliar voice, Anais tried to regain her composure. But it was useless.
When she finally regained her senses, she realized she was no longer in the inn. Anais turned her head in confusion. This place was clearly far from the inn in Ensest where she had been.
Anais was startled and tried to move, but her body wouldn’t respond.
“Ugh…!”
“Please don’t resist, Lady Anais.”
Anais was shocked to find that her body had been moved somewhere. She remembered that the voice she heard before fainting had sounded eerie, much like the voices of the priests of death.
“Uhp! Uuhp!”
Something was blocking her mouth, preventing her from speaking. To make matters worse, her body was bound, and she couldn’t move.
“Anais.”
Lewarren’s expression was grim. He looked as if he was forced to do something he didn’t want to. Anais glanced around.
This was Kylian’s bedroom, but it was slightly different from the last time she had been there.
The magic circle drawn on the floor had changed, and the sacrifices that had already been made lay lifeless in one corner. The corpses were piled up, and while their clothes appeared new, the bodies underneath were nothing but bones.
It was as if all their life force had been drained.
“Now I will use Lady Anais’s soul as a sacrifice.”
Lilith said with a smile, standing beside Anais, while Lewarren stood next to the High Priest of Death, preparing to cast the spell.
“There’s just one thing missing.”
The High Priest of Death said.
“What is it?”
“I can’t absorb the Second Bishop, so my power is insufficient.”
Anais was taken aback by this statement. The person Phileal had pleaded with while crying was the High Priest. He had asked for help from the High Priest of Death. Remembering Phileal’s reaction about the poison made her feel even more bewildered.
But how could such words come from the mouth of the High Priest of Death?
When Anais stared at him in shock, the High Priest met her gaze coldly.
“Absorbing Lord Decarve’s power into a body like this, you’ll die in less than an hour.”
“What should we do then?”
“I will absorb the High Priest of Life.”
“There’s no time for a burnt offering.”
Lewarren said firmly, but the High Priest of Death ignored him and looked at Lilith. He seemed uncertain whether she truly desired this to happen.
“His Majesty has just left, so we’re not out of time, Lewarren.”
“But…”
“I am the one ultimately responsible for this.”
Lilith warned him, and Lewarren frowned.
“Is a day enough?”
“…Yes.”
The High Priest of Death looked at his daughter’s once cheerful face, now turned cold, and tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come easily.
“Lilith.”
“What is it?”
Gathering his courage, he called out to her.
“I have one last question. Do you really think that with Lord Decarve’s power, your grudge will be resolved?”
At his words, Lilith laughed, then looked at the High Priest of Death.
“Why do you ask that? As I mentioned before, I need this power.”
“If you destroy everything, there will be no turning back. Have you ever regretted anything in your life? That makes you want to destroy everything? If it’s resentment towards me…”
Lewarren relaxed his frown at those words. Lilith only smiled bitterly.
“What’s the point of resentment? It exists because I lack power. If I gain strength, I won’t hold you in contempt anymore.”
With her definitive answer, the High Priest of Death lowered his gaze.
“If you find that power, please forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive if this ends well.”
With Lilith’s words, the High Priest of Death sighed and nodded.
“Understood.”
As he spoke, he headed outside. Lewarren then looked at Anais and said.
“Everything will be over soon, Anais. Just hang in there a little longer.”
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