When the Villainess Died, the Male Lead Went Crazy - Chapter 128.1

Kylian was blocked by the barrier created by Lilith. However, it soon shattered with a loud crash, allowing him to quickly carry Anais to the other side.

“Ugh…!”

At the moment they lost Anais, the pillars of light from the magic circle grew thicker.

“The sacrifice is insufficient!”

“Just proceed!”

The priest of death then poured in their final strength.

“Ugh….”

The body of the priest of death began to disintegrate into ash, gradually being absorbed by the magic circle. In an instant, a blinding light surrounded them, almost blinding.

The insufficient power was manifested through what Lilith feared the most.

What she feared the most was. Someone seeing her memories.

Wrapped in Kylian’s embrace, Anais felt as if she had fallen into a pristine white world, engulfed by the intense light. As something began to come into focus, she furrowed her brow.

It was Lilith’s memories. She was absorbing them, seeing through Lilith’s eyes.

* * *

The role of a saint was exclusive to the Temple of Julias.

And despite witnessing the painful deaths of every saint through generations, people held no doubts about their fated suffering.

Of course, it was expected. How could beings living within the order established by the goddess Julias question it?

Lilith often found that idea laughable.

What if she too had been unable to recover her memories and had lived a miserable life as a saint, only to die in despair? Wouldn’t that have been preferable?

All the saints of the Temple of Julias who died in agony were Lilith.

In her past life, she had only realized who she was when it was time to die, but in this life, she remembered her previous existence from the very beginning.

“Mephist… it can’t be true. This child is truly yours!”

Lilith did not cry. Even as a newborn, she listened intently to the voice of the woman hiding her.

“I loved you. That’s why I… gave up my family and honor to come here, yet you have a child with another man… ugh…”

“No, it’s not true! Please believe me!”

“The High Priest of the Temple of Julias swore to the goddess.”

“How can you trust that man!”

“If the priest makes a false oath, he will die. You know that well.”

Lilith was trying hard not to cry. If she cried, her hiding place would be discovered. Then her life would end miserably again.

No.

She would not die. Not yet, for she had not yet experienced her brilliant moment. Her fate was to be killed at the moment when she shone the brightest.

“Does that mean the priest’s oath is a lie?”

“Mephist… please! You know that person was my former fiance! But… how can you believe those words…?”

“That doesn’t mean he would stake his life on a lie!”

At the time, Lilith hadn’t understood this conversation. However, when she eventually learned the truth, the feelings of contempt and loss she experienced were indescribable.

Her biological mother was originally the fiance of Raviel, who became the high priest of the Temple of Julias. However, she fell in love with Mephist, a high-ranking noble, and they ran away together.

It was understandable, as Lilith’s mother was a commoner while Mephist was the eldest son of a Marquis.

He loved her so much that he would have sacrificed his family, honor, and everything he had built up until that point. Yet, he discovered that the child he believed to be the fruit of their love was not his. She had lied to him out of fear of being shunned by society once she became pregnant.

At that time, he didn’t realize that this oath was also a lie. Raviel hadn’t fully committed to the priesthood and had told a falsehood.

He didn’t know that, in accordance with the will of the goddess Julias, one could lie even while swearing in the name of God. At that time, Raviel was aligned with the Goddess, which allowed him to live despite the lie.

The outcome was devastating.

“How could you betray me…!”

“It’s not true! Please believe me!”

She was sacrificed to the God of Death, and in an instant, Lilith lost her parent and was abandoned in a basket in an attic.

No one returned home until she was on the brink of starvation.

How much time had passed? Eventually, the voice that had chastised her returned.

“Hah.”

It was Mephist. After sacrificing his wife to the God of Death, he realized everything. The mercy bestowed upon him by the God of Death was due to the fact that he had killed someone he loved without ever knowing the truth.

He had come to her out of guilt. Yet, the moment he realized that Lilith resembled his deceased wife, he could not take her in.

“Ugh….”

Lilith became somewhat aware as his cold tears fell onto her face. However, given that she was on the verge of starving to death, she did not find his tears pitying.

“I’m sorry.”

She breathed softly, listening to him weep.

Mephist could not take her to the temple of death. The Temple of Death was where weak beings were consumed. Moreover, as the child of the high priest Mephist, there would be many who would target her.

It was also possible that they could use Lilith as leverage to extract power from him.