"Is it simply because he is your father that you should forgive him? Let him go?"
"Kill him!"
"What about the blood ties?"
"Only by killing him can you truly find liberation!"
"Kill him!!!"
She questioned Herbert again and again, enticing him to completely solve the root of the problem.
Kill him.
Everything will end.
Sever the root of the bloodline, and all troubles will vanish.
"..."
Herbert remained silent, his eyes slightly downcast, lost in thought.
His deanor made Lisa a bit worried and she gently squeezed Herbert’s hand, whispering softly.
"Hey, you... are you okay?"
Eliza didn’t know how to start.
As a true "patricide," she really didn’t know how to console Herbert at this mont.
Advise him not to be swayed by Stella?
But she seed to lack the qualification for that — because she had actually done it.
Stella had rely talked about killing her sister in jest, whereas Eliza had truly taken her "father’s" head.
Moreover, Eliza wasn’t quite sure about the relationship between Herbert and his father.
Was it good?
But she just rembered the last ti Herbert asked her what it would feel like after killing his father...
Was it bad?
If it was bad, it seed Herbert hadn’t killed him either...
After a mont of silence, Eliza didn’t offer any further advice and simply told him her answer again.
"Once you really do it, you’ll only feel bored."
"Herbert, no matter what choice you make, I just hope you don’t regret it."
After hearing Eliza’s particularly gentle words, Herbert’s downcast eyes moved slightly, and he shook his head slowly.
But he still said nothing.
And Stella, after talking about Herbert’s father, switched the topic.
"Herbert, have you forgotten?"
"You have another enemy!"
"The woman who disgraced you, forcing you to hide in the monastery, has returned to the Witch Association!"
"And you still can only curl up in that cold monastery."
She looked mockingly at the silent boy, whispering incessantly, "You know, she has a good mother who can give her resources beyond anyone’s imagination!"
"It won’t be long before you are left far behind by her again!"
"You’ve already been humiliated by her once, do you want to chase her again!!?"
After hearing these words, Herbert finally made his biggest expression.
He raised an eyebrow and took a serious look at the aggressive Stella.
Are the things you said... true?
Why do I seem to turn into a lovesick fool played by a bad woman in your mouth?
Huh?
No, my friend, have you misunderstood sothing?
Even initially, I wasn’t positioned like that, was I?
Herbert looked at Stella with a strange gaze, feeling an urge to explain himself thoroughly.
No, wait, that’s not !
"...Heh, really, this can’t make you fall either?"
Herbert hesitated before interrupting her performance.
But Stella took his reaction as a sign of stubborn resistance. She restrained her expression, stared at him for a while, and couldn’t help but sigh:
"Hehe, truly worthy of being the genius favored by our master... your will is firr than expected."
Saying this, she suddenly smiled pleasantly, "However, can you really keep holding on like this?"
Seeing this, Herbert knew that this forced invitation was about to enter the next stage.
The so-called threats and temptations, once the temptations ended, only the threats remained.
"Look at this city."
"Think of the people still alive, all their hopes rest on you."
The blood ritual was gradually spreading outwards from the center of the square, destined to engulf the entire city.
But currently, there were still a few fortunate survivors.
Such as Teresa and her companion she wanted to save, who hadn’t beco tragic sacrifices yet.
Looking at Herbert’s serious expression, Stella laughed joyfully and delivered the most fatal trump card against the Justice Faction:
"I suppose you don’t want them to die tragically because of you, do you?"
"Kind Paladin, hehe..."
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