When the Villainess Died, the Male Lead Went Crazy - Chapter 128.2

But all of that was an excuse. In truth, every time he looked at her, he was reminded of his wife, whom he had driven to death, and it was painful for him.

“Please believe me…!”

That desperate cry echoed in her mind.

“You were born a saint, so you must become one.”

Mephist said, justifying his actions as he sensed the healing divine power flowing from his daughter. Lilith knew he was trying to take advantage of the situation.

She found his petty words amusing.

* * *

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the Temple of Julias.

Lilith sighed as she felt the energy of the temple, which she had seen in every life, flowing into her skin.

She was destined to die miserably once more in this life.

She wished she could die before reaching adulthood. She didn’t want to live another 20 or 30 years only to die again.

But even the longest life would only last 30 years. She had always died before reaching the age of twenty-nine.

In her first life, she was pierced by a spear. In her second life, she was burned at the stake, and in her third, she was strangled to death. In her fourth life, she was buried alive, and in other lives, she met death each time due to external forces.

She remembered each of those deaths, but the most tragic was the one in her last life.

“If you hadn’t existed, I wouldn’t have been so miserable.”

The person who killed her was a prisoner from a fallen kingdom. Lilith had destroyed his nation as the previous saint and had demoted him to a slave. He escaped from his master, kidnapped her, and left her to starve in a dark room.

She managed to survive for about four weeks by drinking the rainwater that leaked in. But after that, her consciousness began to fade. Even during that time, the pain of her stomach dissolving every time she breathed was far worse than her hunger.

“What a pathetic sight for the next great saint.”

“Yes.”

Lilith looked at the face of the man who had driven her mother to her death. He was High Priest Raviel. No one knew how many had died for him to become a high priest.

“You look quite unpleasant.”

He said this, yet he frequently came to see Lilith.

Although her room was quite luxurious, she was still too young to roam freely within it.

As she reached the age where she could just begin to walk and understand a little, he made a significant statement.

“Do you know? All saints are reincarnations of sinners.”

She gazed at him intently, pretending to be an idiot. She wanted to hear more.

“You are a sinner, Lilith.”

“…”

“A sinner punished by the goddess Julias.”

Lilith pondered his words.

From the moment she regained her memories, she had known who she was and why she was being punished.

In the beginning, there were two gods. One god governed order while the other ruled chaos, and the god of chaos loved the creations made by the god of order.

Unable to endure this, the god of order sealed away the god of chaos and, in anguish, split into several gods. The god of chaos eventually awoke and became the god of death.

However, Julias knew the truth. The awakened god of chaos had actually split into two entities. Thus, the essence of the god of chaos was left intact and the power of the god of chaos that had become the god of death was split into multiple fragments.

The essence of the god of chaos. A soul that must wash away eons of sin.

That essence was Lilith.

* * *

Years passed, and when Lilith turned eight, High Priest Raviel began to understand why he felt so disturbed every time he looked at Lilith.

“Now I know why I feel so dirty every time I see you.”

Raviel started to increasingly despise Lilith as she grew to resemble her mother.

“High Priest Raviel.”

“What was your mother’s name?”

“I don’t know my mother’s name. I’ve heard I came here when I was just one year old. How could I possibly know her name?”

Lilith acted obediently. She knew that behaving this way would make her time here a little less difficult.

Having lived through countless lives, she understood that it was easier to comply with what others wanted rather than lead a life of struggle.

She acted like a doll, obedient to the temple’s wishes, and had no opinions of her own.

Yet, living as a saint wouldn’t allow her to escape the hatred directed at her.

“Do you truly wish to consider me your teacher?”

Lilith looked up at Raviel, who was gazing down at her from the prayer room.

“Of course.”

“Ha.”

His twisted smile sent chills down Lilith’s spine. However, she shed a few tears to avoid any malicious reproach.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because you hate me, High Priest.”

Even these tears weren’t genuine. She simply knew that when a child cried, adults tended to become kinder.

“If you wish that I do not hate you, come to the pond in the courtyard tonight. If you can manage to come alone, I will treat you better from now on.”

“Will you truly care for me then?”

“…Yes.”

Lilith thought it might be better to get along comfortably with the High Priest, so she agreed to his words.

But that night, she was kidnapped and sold.