When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 813 Angels and Witches

The winter noon sunlight shines through the stained glass windows with sacred tree patterns and onto the marble floor.

In the corridor of the Uffizi Palace, Horn, dressed in black and red monk's robes, walked with seven or eight guards and privy monks.

After finishing the morning meeting and speech early, Horn rushed to the Uffizi Palace without even having time to eat lunch.

Because the privy monks told him that Meliati tried to ride out of the city on horseback, but fortunately the effect of the medicine she took last night had not worn off and she was injured, so she was caught by Pasrick.

According to Pasrick's information, Meliati showed signs of a witch going berserk.

Psychic witches can also go berserk. It is said that Pope Joan went berserk and bewitched the angels summoned by the church to massacre civilians.

However, after reading the notes of Meliati's father Vincent, Horn began to have many doubts about the authenticity of this matter.

Neither the church nor the Joan Party had any evidence, so he couldn't be sure who was suffering from hysteria.

"Your Majesty..." Catherine was already waiting at the door at the end of the corridor.

She leaned against the door frame, her hands hidden in her wide sleeves, but Horn still saw a trace of blood.

Horn paused for a moment, his eyes darkened: "What's going on?"

Catherine smiled bitterly and spread out her palm. There was a not-so-deep scratch on the palm of her hand, and the blood had already coagulated.

"She pushed me, and I lost my balance and fell." Her voice was calm, without any complaints. She just sighed softly, "It's okay."

The privy monk behind him poked his head out to take a look and whispered, "How about finding a few demon hunters to wait outside the door?"

"No need." Horn ordered, took a deep breath, slowly reached out and pushed open the door.

Inside the door, there was the expected mess.

The exquisite porcelain vase smashed to the ground, and fragments of blue and white porcelain were scattered all over the ground.

The overturned candlestick rolled into the corner, the flame had gone out, leaving only a faint smell of incense and candles.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Meliati lowered her head, her fingertips stroking the bandage wrapped around her wrist.

Hearing the footsteps, she didn't look up, but sneered: "Why are you coming to my place instead of having a banquet to celebrate your victory and consolidate your power?"

Standing in the center of the mess, Horn looked at her steadily: "Let me ask for your real opinion."

"Opinion?" Meliati slowly raised her head, a smile on her face, "What other opinions can I have? In front of a living saint like you, does my opinion still have any meaning?"

"You have made great contributions in the Thousand Valley War and the subsequent reforms. Your merits are your merits, and your faults are your faults."

"After all, you can only make these declarations of victory if you win... Do you know where I lost?"

Horn frowned and didn't reply.

Instead, Meliati spoke to herself: "I lost because I was really hesitant about whether to share power with you, and you, from the beginning, never thought of sharing with me, right?"

"Power is given, not shared. I just took back what was mine."

"Something that originally belonged to you?!" Meliati raised her head suddenly, her voice hoarse, "You took away the Thousand River Valley that Papa left for me."

Horn's brows knitted slightly. "The Thousand River Valley has never belonged to your father. Who it belongs to should be decided by its believers."

"You are lucky." With a sneer, Meliati's eyes showed a complex mixture of pity and anger, "You have not been betrayed by them yet, so you still believe in them.

Papa is enthusiastic about saving civilians, improving the laws of the Thousand Valleys, and alleviating the heavy burdens of the Thousand Valleys. What is the result? "

She sneered, her eyes revealing irony and sadness: "Because of repeated informants and betrayals, his efforts fell through, and he eventually died of depression.

Isn't it ridiculous that most of these informers and betrayers are civilians that Papa is trying to help?"

Horn was silent for a moment: "If that's the case, why did your father save them? Why do you save them?"

Meliati's breathing stagnated slightly, and her fingertips trembled slightly, but then she said coldly: "From childhood to adulthood, I have listened to the voices of countless people.

I admire elites because they at least know how to make concessions for long-term interests, and at least have enough rationality to predict their behavior.

People are short-sighted and ugly, selfish and chaotic. They are more like beasts than human beings. Beasts do not need to live, they only need whips. "

"I saved them because of Papa and Grandma II's last wish." She raised her chin, "I never felt happy about saving Qianhe Valley."

Before he finished speaking, Horn's hand had already swung out.

"Snapped--"

Meliati's face suddenly tilted to one side, and a clear red mark appeared on her cheek.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and she turned her head to look at Horn, covering her face in disbelief: "You...you dare to hit me? Even Papa has never hit me!"

Horn was calm as water, as if he had not given the slap just now: "This slap was given on behalf of your father.

For you, he gave up the hope of the Joan Party that had lasted for hundreds of years... Don't forget how you were born. What do you think he did all his life to speak for the common people? "

Meliati paused for a moment with rapid breathing, anger and shock intertwined in her eyes: “Now that you know, don’t you understand?
Look at Charlotte, she completely disregards the lives of ordinary people. The Holy Father has already defined levels and scopes for everything.

But she chose to go against the Holy Father's wishes and was burned to death by the mob.

Until now, civilians are still scolding her, and the church has destroyed all evidence about her.

Isn't this enough to alert you? I don't want to see you and my Papa become the same..."

Horn interrupted her directly: “The Holy Spirit of the Rebellious Angel has been preserved by the Joan Party for hundreds of years.

After you were born, it was John II who believed that the next generation would always be better than the past, so he let you survive..."

Speaking of this, Horn couldn't help but sigh.

For the sake of his daughter, Grand Duke Antoine gave up his honor and the throne that was within reach and chose the Thousand River Valley, which was almost on the border of civilization.

For the sake of his daughter, Archduke Vicente gave up his long-held dream of reviving the John Party and devoted all his energy to building water conservancy facilities such as hedge weirs.

Until he received the church's water conservancy book last year, Horn still thought that the water conservancy facilities in Mountain County were built by the church.

If it weren't for Vincent, it would probably not be so easy for the wool from the Gravel Plain to enter the Holy See by water.

Meliati inherited the three crowns of Leia, Faran and Norn, and also inherited the triple pressure from her grandfather, father and mother.

"…Sir Vicente, the reason why you are fighting against the church is to speak for the common people.

First, he already believed in Ruoan, and second, he wanted you to live a free life, so he had to shoulder everything.

But all your actions are like throwing away the sword and fighting the dragon with the scabbard.

Do you really think that what you are doing now is what you want?"

A free life... Meliati suddenly thought of Wayne. He seemed to say this to her often.

But this time, Meliati had a completely different feeling.

“It is indeed your father’s regret that Qianhe Valley failed to become independent, but it was not his last wish.

His last wish has always been that you can choose freely and live happily.

Instead of holding high the banner of the will, wearing the mask of Meliati on your face, hiding behind the identity of the Grand Duchess and acting like a coward. "

Meliati was stunned. Her lips opened slightly, but there was a sound so subtle that it was almost inaudible: "What do you mean?"

"I've said it before, I came here to ask for your real opinion, that is, what do you want to do, Carrie?"

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her pupils shrank slightly, but she still said stubbornly: "I am Meliati."

Horn leaned forward slowly and whispered, "You don't have multiple souls, but split souls. The so-called Meliati suppressing Jiali is just an excuse.

Rather than suppressing her, it is better to say that she is your puppet, and you have maintained the initiative from beginning to end."

Thanks to the witches and the various illnesses of the non-humans in Black Snake Bay, the witch doctors in Black Snake Bay have conducted research on various mental illnesses that are ahead of their time.

In their system, "several souls sharing one body" is called split soul syndrome, and "several souls taking turns using one body" is called polysoul syndrome.

Since Meliati was born with the holy blood of an angel, others thought she had polysoul—one of her souls came from an angel.

However, through the secret investigation of the Cheka and the analysis of the Joan Party documents, combined with evidence such as Vicente's notes.

Horn could clearly determine that Meliati suffered from split soul syndrome, not polysoul syndrome.

She was one personality from beginning to end, but it was split into two.

"Ridiculous!" Meliati and Carrie still insisted.

Horn walked forward and pointed his index finger at Meliati or Jiali's chest: "Your heart is confused. You actually let Meliati say Papa instead of father."

The Archduchess's breath hitched, her fingertips gripping the bedsheets tightly.

Her eyes flickered, as if she wanted to refute, but in the end, she said nothing.

Horn looked at her, then slowly straightened up, his expression regaining its composure.

"Stay here for two weeks, recover from your injuries, and think carefully about what you really want.
Then, I will send you to the girls' high school in Jeanne d'Arc."

The Grand Duchess looked up suddenly and glared at him: "I'm not going to school."

Horn smiled softly: "This is not an inquiry."

He turned around and opened the door, leaving Carrie and Meliati stunned.

(End of this chapter)