When the Villainess Died, the Male Lead Went Crazy - Chapter 134.1
“Are you really crazy?”
The voice of Goddess Julias echoed, but Lillith didn’t seem to hear it as she walked toward the center of the temple. In her hands was the spear of the God of Death.
“Stop!”
“The one who needs to stop is you, Julias.”
With those words, Lillith plunged the spear directly into the chest of the statue of Goddess Julias.
“Do you think I’ll leave you alone when I return?”
“You’re not leaving me alone now, are you?”
And with that, the voice of the Goddess was no longer heard. A deity tainted by conflicting divine powers could no longer interfere in the affairs of the mortal world as it purified itself.
Lillith thought of everything as already being like spilled water. She noticed the mark left on her hand from wielding the spear of the God of Death. The blackened stain looked like a burn, or perhaps it seemed like something decayed.
It soon faded, and her hand returned to its original state.
“Hahaha.”
But as Lillith felt everything through her hands, she began to truly feel alive.
“Please protect me, Lady Anais.”
She said this and then turned her gaze to the statue of Goddess Julias, her chest pierced through.
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“It’s been a while.”
Lillith’s next destination was the temple of the God of Death. The death priests were shocked, not only that Lillith knew the way here but also that she had come alone, without any prior notice.
The Saint of Goddess Julias was the most dangerous adversary to them.
“Let’s talk.”
But Lillith didn’t immediately initiate a fight nor try to purify the death priests. What she seemed to want was simply a conversation, and her intended conversation partner was—
“The High Priest is busy. Talk to me.”
How she knew the presence of Mephist, the High Priest of Death, was surprising.
“Your hair is white. Aren’t all the death priests supposed to have black hair?”
“I’ve always had this color. Decarve loved my hair color so much, he kept it this way.”
“Yes, it’s a lovely color.”
“Right?”
Lillith couldn’t help but smile at Phileal’s pride in his hair color.
It was amusing that even though they were split as the God of Death, their preferences remained the same.
“I’ve come for something important. If you say I’m here, he’ll come out.”
“Why? Tell me first. In the temple of the God of Death, I handle most things. I’m the Second Bishop, after all.”
“I know you’re the Second Bishop. I can feel it.”
Phileal stared at her quietly. Then, a memory of something Mephist, the High Priest, had said resurfaced.
“Actually, I had a child.”
“What happened to them?”
“I lost them because of my mistake.”
“Did they die?”
“No.”
“I think I know your true identity.”
Phileal felt a little disappointed when she appeared. If the real child had shown up, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to care for him anymore.
“Did you come here to restore your relationship with the High Priest?”
“No. I came to make an offer.”
Lillith answered meaningfully to Phileal’s words and smiled.
“Alright. I’ll take you to where the High Priest is.”
Lillith decided to involve the God of Death in her plan. The power that was originally hers, the power that belonged to her.
Phileal led her to the private office of the High Priest of Death.
“How did you…?”
“It’s been a while, Father.”
In this room, only Phileal, Mephist, the High Priest of Death, and Lillith were present.
Seeing Phileal follow him, Lillith thought she didn’t need to hide the truth she had buried in the past anymore.
“Was the power from sacrificing my mother useful?”
Mephist’s expression darkened at her words. He unknowingly glanced at Phileal, who seemed to have heard something he shouldn’t have. Phileal lowered his head and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
“That was my mistake.”
“Mistakes can be corrected.”
“…….”
“Now is the time to correct it.”
Lillith no longer wanted to live according to Goddess Julias’ will in this horrible life. That’s why she needed him. To reclaim all her power, return to the place of the gods, and set everything right.
“Do you feel sorry for me?”
Lillith looked at Mephist. He nodded, his eyes reddening, as if the guilt he had been trying to forget had resurfaced.
“Why didn’t you come after all this time, even though you felt sorry?”
“Because a father like me would be ashamed to face a saint like you.”
“That’s laughable.”
Lillith genuinely mocked him. She found it repulsive how his cowardice was wrapped up as something for her benefit.
“Coward.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you did nothing when I was kidnapped.”
Lillith didn’t see him as her father. However, the fact that he was recognized as the High Priest of Death meant that his abilities were trustworthy. And the immense power he held came with the weight of the guilt for sacrificing her mother.