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Orfindo, struck as if by a heavy hammer, lost his mind under the continuous onslaught. The primal torrent of emotion once again overwhelmed his reason, instantly returning him to a state of blind worship. He frantically prostrated himself on the ground, pleading, "I'm sorry, Lady Agnes! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have doubted you!..."

"Snapped!"

"Now you know you were wrong?! Now you know to answer me?!"

Orfino trembled all over as he lay prostrate on the ground, his voice choked with sobs.

"Please forgive me! Please forgive me, Lady Agnes, I am your most loyal servant!!"

Orfino's upper body trembled and pressed against the ground, his cries and sobs mingling, blood beads rolled down his forehead, his skin was torn and bleeding, his eyes were glazed, and his posture became increasingly humble, almost distorted with piety.

Ella, with a light touch of her toes, surveyed the humble confession from her superior position. Orfino's face, which should have been filled with fear and confusion, suddenly revealed a barely perceptible...satisfaction when it met her gaze, which seemed to contain contempt and disgust.

Ella was surprised, wondering if it was just her imagination. However, the moment her whip paused due to hesitation, Orfindo pounced on her ankle like a rabid wolf, at the slender spot covered by pure white stockings.

"No!!! Lady Agnes!!!"

"Why!?"

Ella exclaimed in surprise, quickly retracted her left foot, and swung her whip back in a counterattack.

Orphnoch cried out, staggering, his hands clinging desperately to the soft ankle clad in a small black leather shoe, like a drowning man grasping at a straw. Ignoring the pain, he screamed almost frantically, "Ah! My Lady Agnes!!! Lady Agnes!!!"

"Hey!"

Ella's repeated lashes failed, and she saw the other man becoming increasingly lost in obsession and pleasure as he was whipped. Especially when he dragged the girl's small, delicate feet as if that would bring even more severe punishment, his face turned red with excitement, like a thirsty beast, pulling wildly left and right.

"Hey, let go!"

Ella hurriedly kicked Orfino in the head with her other foot, the hard heel slamming into the back of his skull, embedding his handsome, distorted face deep into the ground.

"bad!"

However, as soon as she kicked the ball, Ella immediately regretted it.

The force she instinctively kicked out was considerable. Although she immediately realized her mistake and stopped, seeing Orfino's bloodied head buried deep in the cracked ground, she was afraid that she might have accidentally killed him.

What happened? If it were Ye Xiao, she probably wouldn't have reacted so strongly if her leg was grabbed. Why did she suddenly lose control of her strength...?

Ella was confused.

Wait a minute... I am Ye Xiao, why am I thinking "what if I were Ye Xiao"...

Ah... It's all this lunatic's fault, he's making me feel a bit lunatic too.

Ella shook her head, dispelling these sudden, disturbing thoughts, and refocused on Orfino.

"Hello? Are you...are you alright?"

she asked tentatively.

However, as soon as Ella finished speaking, the muscular body that had been still suddenly trembled twice, and then abruptly pulled its head out of the ground, revealing a blood-stained face.

Above, a strange smile curved her lips. "Punish me again, Lady Agnes!! Punish me again, Lady Agnes!!!"

It seems that the Templar Knights are indeed known for their toughness. Even if Ella, with her current physique, were to give him a solid kick to the head, he would still be able to jump around and be lively.

"By the God of Light, your brain must have truly gone completely malfunctioning..."

But seeing Orfindo's frenzied state, Ella couldn't help but blurt out the name of her own god.

Once she calmed down, Ella didn't find Orfindo's madness particularly terrifying; instead, she felt a sense of...sorrow.

Has this guy finally gone mad?

Although she seemed to have been partly fueling the fire... Ella scratched her head, finding it hard to judge whether her actions were right or wrong. After all... she seemed to have awakened some inexplicable pleasure within herself when she was whipping the whip, otherwise she wouldn't have become more and more addicted to it.

Perhaps we should think of some other solutions.

Ella sighed and dispelled the illusion. She felt that using other people's mental problems in this way was a bit too twisted, and it inevitably caused some subtle changes in her own mind.

Like that saying goes... when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Chapter Ninety-Two: The Whipper

Although Ella's inner alarm bells were ringing, signaling that she should stop, Orfindo seemed to be immersed in a different scene.

His face was covered in blood, his eyes glazed over, as he watched the illusion evaporate like dew in the morning light. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he let out a mournful cry and rushed towards Ella, "No!!! Don't leave me, Lady Agnes!!!"

What's wrong with this guy? Is he never going to stop?!

Ella, who was already on guard, naturally wouldn't easily fall into this stumbling embrace. She nimbly dodged away, like a shadow, leaving Orfindo to miss his target and fall heavily to the ground.

Just as Ella was about to step out of the cage, the burly Templar Knight's frantic cries gradually turned into a sobbing plea, "Don't leave me, Lady Agnes!!! Please, don't abandon me, Lady Agnes!!!"

With this desperate cry, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, his forehead slamming against the hard marble floor with a series of loud thuds, leaving bloodstains everywhere. The scene was so gruesome that it was chilling to behold.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Ella quickly helped Orfino up from the cold ground.

"Stop! Look closely, I'm not Agnes!"

She explained eagerly.

"Huh? You...you're not..."

Orfindo seemed to only just wake up at this moment, staring blankly at Ella's face.

"...You're not Lady Agnes?"

He asked hesitantly.

"Of course not, that was just an illusion."

Ella sighed, a pang of guilt rising in her heart. Perhaps Orfino's mind was inherently fragile, but ultimately, she was the one who had shattered the last line of defense of his reason.

Pushing others to the brink of madness, she had to admit that she felt a strange, unspeakable unease.

"Ah...is that so!?"

Upon hearing this, Orfindo suddenly froze, gazing at the girl's captivating face, a shy blush rising on her cheeks, and she murmured, "Indeed..."

He staggered backward, touching his head, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps in shock.

...Was it not Lady Agnes who whipped me just now?

How can this be?

How could I, as Lady Agnes's most loyal servant, lose myself in the punishment of another?

By the light of God, Orfindo, Orfindo, how could you commit such a treacherous act!

Orfino covered his face, and like boiling water gradually cooling, he slowly regained his composure. No, that's not right, how could I be lost... How could I have such a thought!

Punishment should not be an honor, but a disgrace, a warning against mistakes! But why... why does this punishment feel so intoxicating?

This idea was clearly wrong. Orfindo slapped his cheek hard, his face flushing involuntarily as he recalled his behavior toward the girl.

That's right, he hadn't completely lost his mind. After calming down, he was unusually clear-headed. He realized that the impulse he had just felt was a primal urge deep within his bones, something that reason couldn't fully control. He wasn't mentally deranged; he was simply... drawn in by some strange feeling, which led to his erratic behavior.

Like a mountain boy witnessing the vast ocean for the first time, his heart surges with an irrepressible excitement, wanting to shout at the magnificent sea. But unfortunately, this is combined with some distorted psychological state, resulting in what appears to be a frenzied act.

As for his earlier tearful complaint to "Agnes," it was something he often did in the Holy City, because only by going to that extent would Agnes forgive him for some of his mistakes.

But divine witness, I have a particular fondness for this kind of thing? This... this is just too unbelievable!

However, upon examining his own heart, Orfino discovered that the more he tried to deny that infatuation, the more deeply rooted and difficult to let go of that obsession became.

Orfino struggled internally, glancing at Ella with a furtive look. His heart was churning not only with confusion but also with the exploration and acceptance of his unknown self.

What's wrong with me?

Why... why do I feel this way when this girl is punishing me?

Silver hair and red eyes, such a cute and beautiful girl, who is she again? I remember she mentioned her before...

Oh, she looks like the Holy Maiden of Light...

Huh? This is the Holy Maiden of Light!?

Orphindo was suddenly taken aback.

No wonder……

I see, that makes sense!

Because she is the Holy Maiden, the spokesperson of the gods, she is able to understand my true inner desires!

She went to so much trouble just to wake me up, because my obedience to Agnes wasn't loyalty at all; it was just an infatuation with that feeling!

Orfino's eyes lit up; he seemed to be gradually beginning to understand everything.

I see... I see!!

It was only because my heart was once filled with guilt for my mistakes, loyalty to the Boromeo family... all these factors distorted what I truly desired.

That's why the Holy Maiden painstakingly whipped me, so that I could cast aside all other distractions and purely experience this punishment with my heart.

She's making me honestly face my own heart; this is God's test!

Orfindo seemed to suddenly realize something, patted his head, looked up, and gazed at Ella.

“My beautiful lady, first of all... I apologize for my previous abrupt behavior.”

"Ok?"

Ella tilted her head slightly. Orfindo's tone suddenly became somewhat normal, which made her feel inexplicably unaccustomed to it.

"And then, I remember you mentioned earlier that you are the Holy Maiden of Light?"

"Eh?"

Ella raised a beautiful eyebrow slightly. "Huh? You actually remember?"

What's going on? This guy suddenly seems normal again?

"Of course, of course... Haha, sorry."

Orfino scratched his head. “I know I did a lot of strange things before, and I hope you can understand… It wasn’t what I really wanted… It’s just that there were some things I hadn’t figured out in the past, which caused me to be stuck and become a bit distorted.”

"So now that you're suddenly speaking so normally... does it mean you've come to your senses again?"

Ella asked curiously.

"Yes, thanks to Her Majesty the Saintess, I suddenly understand."

Orfino gave a friendly smile, though it looked somewhat sinister against his blood-stained face. "It's like walking in the dark and suddenly you shine a ray of light on me, giving me a sense of clarity and relief."

"Forehead?……"

Ella scratched her cheek, feeling slightly embarrassed. What was going on here? What she did couldn't possibly be considered "a ray of light," could it?

"That's a bit of an exaggeration. It's me who should apologize for deceiving you and for what I did to you before..."

"No, no, no, Your Majesty!"

Orfindo raised his hands to stop Ella from speaking. "I understand your good intentions. You don't need to be so humble!"

what?

Ella was completely bewildered. What do you mean by "my good intentions"? I just gave you a good beating!

"Inspired by you, I have now seen my true self."

"I never imagined that I had been misled by appearances all along, so I had never truly understood what I wanted and the meaning of my life."

Orfino's gaze was resolute as he raised a clenched fist. "So, I've decided that from now on, I will live not only for my faith, but also for the true desires of my heart."

"Ah...that's great, congratulations!"

Forgive Ella for not knowing what the other person was saying, but it's not a bad thing that this guy suddenly became cheerful.

perhaps……?

"Therefore, Your Holiness, since you are the one who enlightened me and guided me, I wonder if I could have the honor of asking you to support me on my path. Of course, in return, I will do my utmost to answer any questions you may have for me or do anything you may have for you!"

"Huh? Sure."

Ella agreed after a moment's thought. Her original intention was to obtain information about Agnes Naboromeo's family and the Holy Casket from Orfindo, so it was certainly a good thing that he was willing to tell her.

As for support... well, Ella has the manpower and financial resources, so it shouldn't be a difficult thing.

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty!"