I'll kill you after I finish this game!

“I know what you’re trying to say, you don’t need to worry about the rest.” Lisa said in a tone that was extremely hostile to the other person: “To be honest, I don’t want anyone to see this.”

Upon hearing this, Father Valyria's shoulders twitched, and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He said:

"Did you feel self-loathing because of the murder?"

"Yeah, it's ridiculous, isn't it?"

As if ignoring Father Valyria's mocking tone, Lisa Brenner wore a detached smile and said in a self-deprecating tone, "Still so naive, always been like this."

Lisa both envied and feared the pathetic and terrifying man before her.

The other person is so close to my ideal that it's dazzling to look at them.

She desperately wanted to be as strong as him, unwavering in the slightest.

But they simply couldn't do it; they could only wallow in self-pity amidst tragedy, unable to extricate themselves from their entanglements.

"So that's how it is, hypocritical feelings."

As if sensing Lisa's conflicted feelings, Valyria nodded in understanding.

I don't want to kill the other person, but I have to.

You want to save the other person, but you have to make sacrifices.

Lisa Brenner will never change her choice, but she wants to continue to cherish this feeling of uncertainty.

When it comes to self-comfort, it's still about self-comfort.

Even the most heinous crimes can be tolerated and punished through feelings of guilt.

People would say this is the idea of ​​a coward, and everyone would consider it the worst kind of hypocrite.

but......

"Hypocrites also have their pride. I know I shouldn't blame you, doubt you, or speak ill of you, but..."

Lisa Brenner stared at the man in front of her with a tough and direct look, and said coldly, "Valeria, you, a man who thinks it doesn't matter if you are never saved, can't be saved by anyone."

Using the other person's greatest tragedy as a sarcastic remark, Lisa walked up to the priest, who maintained a smiling expression.

Just moments before the two brushed past each other.

"Lisa."

As if suddenly remembering something, Father Valyria spoke in a casual tone, asking Lisa, who had her back to him:

"In the end, who was his father?"

"------!"

As if these words had touched a raw nerve, Lisa's face turned ferocious and she began to grit her teeth.

This is Lisa's most private secret.

But even though Father Valyria could sense Lisa's anger behind him, he ignored it and continued talking to himself:

“You have two sons, but it seems you let one of them run away.”

"One of you faces the life-or-death threat of the Black Round Table, while the other has to consider what the standard for judging whether you can live a normal life is? Is it based on how much you resemble your father? Is that bloodline that you fear so much? So now you want to abandon Theresa just like before?"

"you---!!"

Lisa could no longer bear it. She turned around angrily and raised her hand, lashing the other person's cheek like a whip.

Snapped--

"Please answer this question; it is very important to me."

Father Valyria opened his sharp eyes and casually grabbed Lisa's hand as she tried to slap his face.

Taking advantage of the height difference, he coldly looked down at Lisa, whose brows were furrowed with anger.

Calmly, without inflection, yet with an irresistible force, he continued to ask.

"The first Prince of the Sun, who created Heydrich Castle by sacrificing countless souls from Berlin and even the Second World War, was Itzhak, Theresa's grandfather, and also your son."

"So who is the father? Lisa, you have been engaged, but it is impossible for mortal blood to give birth to a sun prince like a god. It can't be your former boss, Lord Grey, can it? Speaking of which, Theresa is indeed quite close to Prince Grey. He is a perfect, inhuman guy in every way. He should be a good match in the eyes of women, right?"

Hearing the other person's words, half coldly questioning and half jokingly teasing, Lisa Brenner simply couldn't stand their tone.

"This has nothing to do with you..."

What exactly is the connection...? Lisa, trembling with anger, froze in the next instant.

"Is it okay? It's a huge deal for me."

Valyria's cold, sharp eyes, now filled with a hint of confusion and a probing gaze, looked down at Lisa, whose tone held an unyielding firmness, and said:

"Why do I love Theresa so deeply? Not because of reason, but because my soul commands me to protect that child! Perhaps this is what fatherhood is like. Sometimes I find it unbelievable, why would there be a man like me? Lisa, is this truly my feeling? Where did it come from, and where will it lead?"

"Could it be that this is merely an emotion attached to the physical body of the prop I'm using?"

"you---!"

Unforgettable and terrifying images kept flashing through her mind. Lisa struggled and pulled her arm away from Valyria's grasp.

He took a few steps back, keeping his distance from the other person, and looked up at the priest who was staring down at him expressionlessly.

"Even if... yes, this is just hypothetical, even if it's as you imagine, so what?"

Lisa Brenner, her eyes filled with rejection and denial, looked at the cold and bewildered Valyrian before her and gritted her teeth, saying:

"You have no love in your heart. Would you be happy if you could prove you love Theresa?"

"Hmm, you're right, but I still want to give it a try."

"try what?"

"Of course it's love."

Father Valyria's face regained its gentle smile, this time not a fake smile, but a genuine smile that came from the bottom of his heart, following his own feelings.

The absence of love is not because one does not want to receive love, but because one's own characteristics prevent one from receiving love.

Wilhelm said of Valyria, "Anyone who gets close to you will die."

This curse-like karmic consequence caused Valyria immense suffering.

He could also describe it as unrequited love, so in order to figure out whether the feeling of "love" in his heart belonged to his soul or to this body.

Valyria would stop at nothing to obtain the Holy Communion Cup, because his desire was simple, even humble.

"Although I feel a little embarrassed."

Valyria made no attempt to hide the joy welling up inside her. She raised her hand to her heart and said to Lisa in front of her, "My longing for Theresa... if that love is genuine and truly mine, then I should be able to give up everything else!"

Lisa Brenner's attention was drawn to Valyria's words, and just then, after expressing his deepest desires, he opened his sharp eyes, looked at Lisa, and said with a smile that shocked her:

"You let go of another Sun Prince who prayed for happiness as a mother, and John's bloodline is also here in Suwahara City~"

"what--!"

Lisa stared wide-eyed in disbelief; the news coming from the other person's mouth pierced her brain like a sharp sword.

At this moment, the smile of the Valyrian in front of her was like that of a demon. Recalling his previous words, she could almost guess what he wanted to do.

Karl Craft believed that the whereabouts of her beloved son, whom she hoped to live as a human being, was the only achievement she had made in her life filled with hypocrisy and sin, and it was also Lisa's pride.

However, no one can escape from the Golden Alchemy Array; everyone who was initially connected by cause and effect will be entangled together.

P.S.: The monthly votes surpassed 100 at 1 PM today, so an extra chapter will be released tomorrow morning...

Chapter Sixty-One: The Holy Communion, Tubal Cain, Babylon

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“I wasn’t planning on telling you, Babylon.”

The other party's heartfelt sorrow and pity led Valyria of the Holy Communion Cup to call her by her demon name.

The term "big slut," a witch-like title, is like a punishment for this sinful woman who gave birth to an existence that should not have existed.

“I will prove that my love for Theresa is mine by sacrificing John’s bloodline.”

Looking at Lisa Brenner, who was stunned and panicked, Father Valyria felt no pity for her. He gently touched his heart and said with a straightforward smile:

"Because they were twins, both of their own children, killing one and keeping the other alive—this is not the behavior of ordinary people. Is it some kind of inexplicable fatherly love? I am not led by the nose by that kind of thing. Only by doing the thing of severing John's blood can I truly feel [love]."

"I don't need to say anything more, you should already know who it is, right?"

Who is the person involved with them, and with the substitute for the deputy leader?

Who is lying unconscious in this hospital right now?

The priest's calm gaze pierced through the wall and fell upon Ayase Kasumi, who was sleeping soundly in the hospital room. Lisa Brenner noticed this as well.

"you......"

A tangible, mist-like aura of murderous intent, curses, resentment, and anger emanated from Lisa Brenner.

Countless viewers watching the video felt as if they could hear the whispers of countless children calling for their mothers through Lisa's body.

Be close to her, love her, protect her... even if it turns into a curse of resentment.

Yes, once everything was laid bare, I understood and came to comprehend it.

Lisa felt deeply that she could neither let her beloved son escape, nor could she escape him.

Ah, in other words, Babylon at the Black Round Table has come to realize once again that it cannot retreat—

I won't let you succeed!

"Om-!"

In an instant, a vortex of spiritual particles condensed in Lisa's palm.

A terrifyingly high density began to take shape; that was the materialization of her weaponry.

It was black and smeared with blood; it was a mask made of more than a thousand layers of human skin.

The painting on this mask is made from the tender cheeks of countless babies.

Like the shroud that reveals the face, this is a cursed death mask that keeps the dead in the world.

"The deathly pallor faded..."