Immediately after Julius cut off the communication, the Pope, Lucius’s face darkened, and the bright room turned gloomy.
Finally, unable to endure it any longer, the Pope swore.
”Damn it. Why did they have to come back now?”
He knew it was Alex who informed Julius on what purpose it was not hard to guess; it was to put pressure on him, if all of them arrived together, then Lucius believed that the amount of calls he would receive in the following hours would not be small. While he would never admit to have kidnapped Luna or had anything to do with her disappearance, it doesn’t change the fact that getting repeatedly asked the same question could be annoying.
”Ah! We must hurry. I don’t know what you are planning, but it would be too late when you arrive here.” The Pope mumbled before standing and stepping across space; he reappeared in a room where a big altar with the statue of a woman was.
Luna could be seen forced kneeling before the statue; her hands and feets were chained by white chains, powerful mana chains, restraining her; however, Luna didn’t show any expression. Her face was unreadable, which puzzled those assigned to take care of her.
”You can leave, contact the cardinals and priests for a meeting,” Lucius ordered his subordinates as he dismissed them.
He was looking at Luna, whose expression did not change after he appeared, and he knew why it was because she must be aware that Alex and others were back and would come to her rescue. For some unknown reason, Lucius wanted to crush this tiny hope building in her completely.
Chuckling, the Pope said. ”I know they are back, so-“
Unexpectedly before the Pope could finish his speech, he was cut off by Luna, who turned her head in his direction; her golden eyes were like small sun trying to burn him.
”So what? Do you want to taunt me? Saying not get my hopes too high as they could not rescue in time, am wrong?”
The Pope was amazed as those were precisely the words he wanted to say. Before he could say anything, as if she was in the mood to talk today, Luna continued.
,m ”Keep those words for you. You better hurry up; they are coming. I have said you have made a mistake by kidnapping me, and you will soon know how big mistake you made.”
”Stop it, kid, what can he do? Because others would not dare to join him as if they did it, it would be considered as a provocation. It is something none of them would want to happen. So tell me, what can Alexander do alone with no men, no Elseria, Freya, or Armstrong?”
At the end of his, the Pope raised his voice unexpectedly; he had become too emotional, furious by Luna’s calmness. He had expected some reaction with this revelation.
However, he almost erupted upon hearing Luna’s following words.
”Aren’t you about to find out?”
Lucius stayed silent, not uttering a word, but inwardly he was furious. Clenching his fists for the second time, he harrumphed and left.
”In three days, you will be no more. What can I do about it?”
His voice reached Luna’s voice; she sighed and raised her voice in order for it to reach the Pope and any other person listening.
”I can only blame my bad luck then, but at least I will be sure that you will be buried with me if that future happened; it’s not some empty words but a vow from the most outstanding man’s wife.”
Only a silence responded to Luna’s vow, but she seemed not to care one bit as she knew the Pope had heard it clear and loud; he was not the only one; the guards outside heard it was well, even the sinister presence dwelling inside the statue before her heard her vow.
Inside the statue, the goddess had sent a small part of her soul to help prepare things, and it was also to analyze Luna’s body to take it over slowly.
So, naturally, she heard Luna’s vow, which she didn’t think too much of; what impressed her what Luna’s tenacity; no matter what she went through, her face never changed, not showing not even the tiniest bit of fear or reluctance. She wondered why she was not afraid; it must not be solely because of Alex; there must be something else; it was almost as if she was not afraid of them.
”Interesting! I have found the perfect vessel. With this body, my future will be limitless. Fufufu! I will set Bloom World ablaze, killing everyone that laughed at me that year. My dreams are about to come true; only one step is left.”
The goddess was too drunk of vengeance that she didn’t see Luna whose eyes should be closed, opening and two divine light passed through them, they seemed holy, capable of cleansing the world of all evil; fortunately, those lights were not aimed at her, or else the small soul dwelling inside the statue would have been erased.
Luna closed her eyes; no, it was the thing controlling her body that moment who closed her eyes; the real Luna was training deep inside a tower in her gift spirit world.
It was especially because of her training that she seemed undisturbed about her death; she could not remember how many times she had died in this tower, hundred? Two hundred? Thousand?
She had long since stopped counting. All that mattered was quickly getting stronger to at least assist her man; she must not let him shoulder everything.
After killing her hundredth Luna, Luna sat on the ground panting; her body was riddled with scars and was bloodied.
Suddenly, the space around her twisted, and she knew it was her, her gift spirit. She often visited her; she was the only thing keeping her sane besides thinking about Alex and others.
”How long do we still have?” Luna asked, and the beauty in white armor answered.
”Three days at best.”
”I see, it mean one month here. Ah! I can barely make it. Let’s continue.” Luna said and began to walk toward the next level; she almost failed several times, but she refused to stop; everything was for the sake of survival. She must persevere.
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