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

They were all he had left...

Charles didn't say anything more to Doug, but walked towards Theresa's room under the guidance of the waiter.

Without stealing or changing things, there are some things that he can only truly get out of if he figures them out himself.

No matter how much outsiders say, it is useless.

It is true that Charles can change some things, even fool fate and bend time.

but...

That's taboo.

Since the Goddess of Night made her choice, many things have become taboos.

Ciel wasn't sure whether his choice would bring them happiness or greater misfortune.

He is not a person who sticks to the rules, and the Holy Book of the Earth Church has the least restrictions on believers.

But death is one of the commandments that must never be violated.

Although Melnadette is gentle and kind, she is also very stubborn in some aspects. There is a balance in her heart.

She does not strictly require believers to let the good side of their beliefs face upward, but she will require pastors and priests to never let the evil side of their beliefs face upward.

No matter what the reason, violating the law of no resurrection would cause Charles's weight in her heart to shift upwards to a great extent.

If Theresa, Perozzi, or Endsworth had died, perhaps Charles would have tried to secretly reverse things.

But the rest of Doug's family...

For Ciel, the Earth Church was his only home during the Age of Five Gods. In this era, Melnadette is his most important family.

He absolutely does not want to lose something important to him because of some people who are "not very relevant" to him.

Even if there is a slight possibility, even if Mernadé as a human being may have similar expectations in her heart at this time, it will not work.

The servant brought Charles to Theresa's door, bowed slightly, and left.

Charles knocked gently on the door, but no one answered.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally opened Theresa's door on his own.

The discarded cosmetic dolls were scattered all over the room. The mirror on the dressing table was cracked and stained with traces of blood. Theresa fell asleep on the equally messy bed.

The blood on her hands on the bed sheet made Charles feel distressed. He slowly sat down beside her, looked at the tear marks on the pillow and sighed. A green light flashed and her hand slowly recovered.

Charles slowly placed his hand on her forehead and gently relaxed her frown.

Perhaps sensing a hint of warmth, Theresa slowly embraced Charles' outstretched hand. Charles did not struggle but instead made a small stool and slowly sat on it, placing his hands in a suitable position so that she could hug him more comfortably.

"Go to sleep. Sadness will eventually pass." Losing family is a very difficult thing, and Charles experienced it a long time ago.

Therefore, he could understand Teresa's sadness, and therefore he would cherish his only home in this world even more.

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Chapter 163 Chapter 43 Is this your choice?

Theresa had a dream.

A dream that I would never have dreamed before.

In the dream, their family sat together for the first time in a long time and held a banquet with only family members present.

Sister Annie and her husband were displaying affection without paying attention to anyone around them. My eldest and second brothers were sternly scolding me and my younger brother. My father and mother were looking at them tenderly. It was as if everything I had heard yesterday was a nightmare, and this dream was reality.

I wish this warm dream could last forever.

It’s a pity that no matter how beautiful a dream is, it is still just a dream.

People always have to face reality.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on Theresa's cheek, and all the beautiful things began to disappear before her eyes.

Do not--

She struggled to catch the wisps of dissipating light, but in the end she could only watch helplessly as they disappeared.

"Are you awake?" Charles touched her forehead.

Teresa looked around in a daze, at the messy room she had destroyed, and at Charles, who was watching her tenderly from the side. "I... am I dreaming now, right?" What she had just seen and experienced was real; she must be dreaming now.

It must be.

Ciel said nothing, but held out his other hand.

boom!

A dull sound was heard, and a red mark appeared on Theresa's forehead.

Theresa instinctively let go of the arms that had been holding Charles' arms and covered her forehead.

"Will it hurt?" Charles asked.

Tears in Theresa's eyes seemed like they would fall at any moment. She glanced at Charles and then nodded silently.

"It's a good thing to feel pain...at least you're not numb yet..." Charles patted Theresa on the back, then stood up and walked to the messy makeup cabinet beside him.

He lowered his head and searched for some items on the ground, then slowly walked with them to Theresa.

Facing the other person's confused face, Charles slowly helped her tidy up her hair.

"Do you remember what you said to me before?" Charles asked while combing her hair.

"Which one?" Teresa took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the pain in her heart, and then asked blankly.

"About yourself, about your family, and about your father." Charles said softly.

"You once told me that in your heart, family and family members are the most important."

Theresa nodded silently.

Doug's ideas were passed on to his descendants very well, which was different from the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children in other families.

In the Severus family, he treated all his children equally, regardless of their origins. As long as they had the blood of the Severus family, he would treat them with kindness.

"For a family like this, you once chose to obey your father's words, do things you didn't like, and sacrifice your life's happiness."

Following Charles' voice, Theresa's sight seemed to go back to the past, and she saw her high-spirited self.

At that time, she probably didn't hate Charles in her heart, but of course she didn't like him as much as she does now.

She said she wasn't sure whether her father's choice was right or wrong, but it didn't matter to her.

What is important is whether you have the ability to contribute to this family.

Teresa is a person who knows how to give and sacrifice, especially for this home and for her family.

"Before, I always thought that your choice was a wrong one." Looking at Theresa who was recalling the past, Charles continued to comfort her.

"In my opinion, a family that values ​​family should not use their children's happiness as a bargaining chip to move forward."

"Similarly, it's even more annoying when people, as independent individuals, just follow the crowd like puppets."

"But that day, when I tried to persuade you once again, and you truly explained your inner thoughts to me, I was shocked. That shock allowed me to see your true soul and the light shining in you."

Everyone in the world has a soul, but not everyone can discover that they have a soul.

"Now, this light has dimmed." Charles raised his voice.

"You said that this family has done a lot for you and you want to do something for this family."

"but now."

"In this home, when your family needs you the most, what are you doing?"

Charles put his arm on Theresa's shoulders and held her eyes tightly.

"Losing your family is an immense pain for you, but who in this family has suffered less than you?"

"If you really want to contribute to this family, then suppress your inner sorrow and help your father, brother, and younger brother overcome this sorrow."

"The dead are gone, but the living remain."

"If your deceased siblings were still conscious, they probably wouldn't want to see you become so depressed because of their affairs!"

Charles is very good at giving people advice.

Very early on, his church was praised by the surrounding villages, towns and cities because of its existence.

But deep down, he actually doesn't like to reason with people.

The principle is very simple and everyone understands it.

But how many people understand the principles and can actually do it?

During his time as a pastor, his catchphrase was "I understand how you feel," but could he really understand the sadness, grief, joy, or loss in the other person's heart?

No, he can't.

He just pretended that he could understand the other person's feelings.

But now, facing Theresa, he felt that he could vaguely sense some of her inner feelings.

So, Ciel said that. If it's you, if you haven't given up on the light of your soul, then cheer up!

"How long are you going to keep acting like a little woman?"

"Haven't you always envied Perozzi's freedom and strength, and wanted to do better than her? Why can't you be strong when you need to be strong?"

"He kept saying that he wanted to do something for this family and that he wanted to protect the family he cherished most."

"But when the moment comes, I just run away. I want to immerse myself in an illusory dream."

"Is this you?"

"Theresa, tell me, is this your choice?"

Charles' words were like a sharp knife piercing Theresa's already broken heart.

Blood trickled out, and the heart-piercing pain came again.

But unlike the pain that almost broke her before, this time the pain reminded her.

Yes...

I should do something.

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Chapter 164: Charles' Past

Theresa's gaze was no longer as dull as before, like the others, and gradually Charles saw a light in it.

Although it is not as bright as when I pledged my faith, it is still dazzling.

Charles reached out and gently stroked her cheek, then slowly began to put on makeup for her.

"Locks, you're very skilled."

"Have you ever done makeup for any little girl in the City of Eternal Night?" Theresa joked in a stiff tone.

Ciel shook his head, "You're the third one."

"Oh~ Who were the two before?" Theresa asked.

"Mernadette was the second one, the first one was a man." Charles showed a nostalgic smile.

When living with Mernadette, Charles found a lot of fun in her.

Cough!

No, how could you have such an idea?

I have clearly made many sacrifices to maintain my image as a goddess.

"A man? Is the reason you've been reluctant to accept my confession because..." Theresa looked at Charles with disgust.

"A former partner, but he died a long time ago." Charles said lightly.

Theresa's expression froze.

Charles stood up and took a look at Theresa, who was now dressed beautifully by him, and nodded with satisfaction.