Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

"Ron, I understand how you feel."

"However, you must know that everything I do is for the stability of the entire country and for the legitimacy of the York family in this country." Faced with questioning, Victor looked calm and spoke in a serious tone.

"Oh, for the stability of the country?"

"Never, never in the world, has a king been sacrificed for the so-called stability of the country."

"You know, they are very powerful. With our strength, we have no chance of resisting." Victor's expression remained unchanged.

"His death was not meaningless. At least in the eyes of those people, your father's death and the York family's performance made them believe in my sincerity."

"The sincerity of being a dog?" Ron said in a mocking tone.

"Yes, the sincerity of being a dog." Victor said calmly.

Although it's sad, at least... I won't be beaten to death easily.

"Compromise cannot save the kingdom." Ron's anger was almost uncontrollable, but Victor remained calm.

"Whatever you think, prepare for your succession ceremony tomorrow. Don't let the people be disappointed in the York family."

"And...time will prove that my choice is right." After saying this, Victor bowed slightly and then turned and left the secret room.

Victor's mood was not as calm as Ron's. Perhaps in Ron's heart at this moment, Victor was a traitor, a villain, and a defiler of the York family's bloodline.

But...Victor felt no better than Ron about Old York's death.

He watched the other person grow up since childhood.

In Victor's heart, the other person is no different from his child.

His death was not an easy thing for Victor to accept.

but...

To the whole family and the whole country, his death meant nothing.

This is a temptation.

It was a test for some of the radical forces that entered here, both for themselves and for the being that had performed miracles.

Test whether that person exists in the royal family and test whether he really wants to be their dog.

No one likes to compromise, and no one likes to have their dignity trampled upon.

At the same time, he also knew that even if he gave up everything, he himself might still be doomed to the Kingdom of York.

After all, no matter how loyal he showed himself to be, it could not change the conflicts and filth between him and them. Even if he swallowed all these conflicts and filth and showed his obedience, Victor knew that there were still many people who would like to get rid of him.

In the eyes of most people, he is a dog, a dog that can be abandoned at any time.

But... as long as not everyone agrees.

Does the York family still have a future? Victor doesn't know, but he's willing to do anything to find it.

Lockes Manor, in the study.

"Mr. Rocks, won't you reconsider? For someone like you, the Secret Order is definitely the best choice."

"With the help of my Lord, with your aptitude, you might soon become a high-ranking monk."

A middle-aged man in a gray suit and a top hat persuaded Charles.

However, Charles shook his head calmly.

"Mr. Winder, I am very satisfied with my current life."

"A peaceful life is indeed attractive, but you have to know that life cannot be peaceful forever. Especially in the kingdom at this moment." Winder raised his eyebrows at Charles's refusal, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"I believe I have the ability to stay clear in this muddy water." Charles said calmly.

"Those guys can't keep you safe forever," Winder threatened.

"Besides, if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about those you care about or who care about you."

Charles shook his head and planned the other party's death while shouting, "Floyce, help me send Mr. Wind back."

The door was opened, and Floyd gave Winder a hint of a "kind" smile.

"Guest, please."

Winder clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and finally said nothing more.

There are many high-level transcendents in the secret society, but this time there are only three sequence 4 and fifteen sequence 5 monks who came to Moroston.

In his opinion, this power was enough to destroy Rocks Manor, but it would cause some damage, which was not worth it.

Of course, the most important thing is that if he chooses to turn against his companions at this moment, given the power that exists in Rocks Manor at this moment, he probably won't be able to hold on until his companions rescue him.

Therefore, although he was angry, he tried to be patient and then left calmly.

"You're so welcome, Rocks." Sif, who came down from the study and came to visit the house, said to Charles with a smile.

"I don't want to be so popular at a time like this." Charles opened a bottle of red wine and poured himself a glass.

"That's really not gentlemanly of you." Looking at Charles who only poured wine for herself, Theresa on the other side said with a smile.

"Well... I don't dare to pour you wine casually. It would be bad if you get drunk again." Charles shrugged and said speechlessly.

It was just a few drinks at school before, and Teresa pretended to be drunk and fell into his arms.

This happened to be seen by Sif.

So the news of their relationship spread throughout the college.

If it weren't for the Goddess of Night, Charles would have let a chatterbox like Sif get caught in the rain and catch a cold for several days.

"Don't worry, I'll avoid it this time. You can ask little Melnadette to help her with her lessons then."

"The rooms in the manor are so big, no matter what you do, I won't see it~" Sif showed a hint of ambiguity.

She was sure that there was something going on between them.

"That's true. I will lock up Leopold when the time comes, so I can save the time of going to the City of Eternal Night." Charles threatened the other party with his fangs bared.

In every sense, Charles was courting death.

After all, in terms of identity, Sif is very likely the favored one of the Goddess of Night or even the Goddess of Night herself.

It was probably just like how Ciel always liked to tease Mernadette, he would also habitually tease the Goddess of Night - he had to do it now while he could, because once they recovered their strength, there would be no chance anymore.

"It's not enough for me alone, we need Theresa~" Sif hugged Theresa like a female gangster.

"You bastard!" Teresa struggled and reached out to tickle Sif, and the two soon started fighting together.

Charles sipped his wine and looked at the two of them with a smile.

He felt a little sorry that Melnadette had been obsessed with a certain theory that gave him a headache recently.

Otherwise, it would be more interesting to see the three of them playing together. I would use the photo stone to record it and wait until they recover their strength and memory. I would definitely be willing to spend a lot of money to redeem the video - although there is a greater probability that they will have to "rob" it.

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Chapter 155: The Changing Heart, the Last Severus

As the night deepened, the rain outside the window became heavier.

After chasing for a long time, Sif and Theresa lay on the sofa because of fatigue.

Seeing the two of them sweating profusely, Charles stood up and made a cup of tea for them.

"It's all your fault, Rocks." Theresa said as she picked up the teacup and drank tea.

"Why blame me?" Charles smiled gently.

"You don't even know how to help me." Theresa complained.

"If you want help, please help me. After all, my proposal just now was for Rocks, and we have known each other for much longer than you." Sif drank the tea in gulps, and felt that the teacup was too small and a little unsatisfied. She took a big cup from under the table and filled it with water. After she finished speaking, she drank it in big gulps.

"How dare you say that!" Thinking of Sif's bold words just now, Theresa's face turned slightly red.

When we first met, Sif was clearly a lady.

Now...

Sometimes Theresa really felt that the other person was a female hooligan.

"Eh? Blushing? This is not like you, Theresa~" Sif came close to Theresa and looked at her with a narrow smile.

Theresa felt that Sif had changed, and didn't Sif also feel that Theresa had changed?

When they first met, Theresa's inherent arrogance and indifference to some things made Sif very uncomfortable.

When it comes to matters between men and women, she can calmly say things that would make Sif feel embarrassed.

And now...when talking about certain things, Theresa was as shy as a little girl.

Love is truly a magical thing.

Before, to Theresa, Charles was just a mission target assigned by her father. She didn't really like him, or rather, he didn't occupy much of a place in her heart.

So no matter what they talked about related to him, Theresa could remain calm.

Because her heart was at peace.

But now, many things are very different.

Charles's rejection and Peroz aroused her competitive spirit - as both were high-ranking beauties in Moroston, Theresa felt a little unhappy about Charles' attitude towards Peroz.

At the same time, although he is role-playing, Ciel also calls himself a professional actor. But the actor is not the character himself. Even if he is playing an ordinary teacher, Ciel's habits, views on certain things and conversation as a demigod are different from the original "Ciel".

This allowed Teresa to see a completely different person from the one described in the information.

In the subsequent contacts, Charles talked to Teresa many times because she contacted him because of the mission.

Perhaps in Theresa's heart, family and responsibility are more important than anything else.

But deep down in her heart, hadn't she ever thought about the life that Charles described?

Just like Sen, they also desire something, but for some reason they will never do it.

Perhaps to Charles, he had only said those words to get rid of him, but to Theresa, Charles had opened her armor and touched the softest part of her heart.

Like? Love?

Theresa herself couldn't explain it clearly, but she could feel that it was different from the resistance she had felt at first.

Now she feels that living with Charles for the rest of her life is not unacceptable, and perhaps she will even feel happy about it.

The less you care, the more indifferent you will be towards some things.

The more you care, the more obvious the manifestation will be.

Charles was not opposed to this kind of thing, and even felt a little happy inside.

But they will not accept each other.

Feelings are too luxurious, especially in this era when the fallen gods are about to be resurrected.

Compared to love, he felt that the entertainment parlors in the City of Eternal Night were more suitable for him. They could relieve his loneliness and relax his body and mind without generating any other emotions.

perfect!

"Who's blushing! I just have a cold." "It's easy to catch a cold in this season." Theresa couldn't help but speak loudly in response to Sif's teasing.

"Cold? I think you have Locks syndrome. You become anxious and worried whenever you hear anything related to him." Sif continued to tease, and while she was talking, her eyes occasionally drifted towards Charles beside her.

She wasn't simply teasing Theresa, but more to bring the two of them together, using some words to test Charles's attitude.

But every time she talked about similar things, Charles' attitude made her feel a little discouraged.

Judging from Charles's behavior, he doesn't dislike Theresa and may even like her a little.

but..

Why can't the two of them take that crucial step?

"I won't talk to you any more. It's getting late. If I go back any later, my father will be worried." Theresa tried to look calm.

But there was still some disappointment in his eyes.

When Sif teased Charles through her, he was too calm.

"Let's wait a little longer. It's raining heavily outside." Charles shifted his gaze to the window and then said calmly.

"The weather is indeed a bit bad, but it doesn't have any impact." Theresa's carriage has a history of hundreds of years. In a world without the supernatural, such a carriage can only be stored in a museum.