CHAPTER 242: [LILITH WANTS TO SLEEP] - SILVANUS’S PART (28)

Silvanus couldn’t help but marvel at Drake’s strength once again. Even though he had already fought before, had his wings torn off, endured a double curse, lost so much blood that his face had turned deathly pale like never before, he could still run back and forth, daring to confront monsters. And now, he still had enough strength to shake Silvanus violently, demanding answers in fury.

Sorry, but I’m not a Prophet.

Silvanus raised his hand, pressed it against the hand gripping his shoulder, and forcibly removed it.

Drake was still scowling at him, his whole face filled with anger and stubbornness.

Silvanus said flatly, without emotion, "I have no reason to explain anything to you. No one will die right now—you should be thanking me."

"Ha." Drake seemed so angry that he laughed.

It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this!

But if not like this, then how should it be?

No one could answer that question buried deep within Drake’s heart.

[He’s heartless, look at Drake’s face.]

[Drake is furious, but he can’t do anything.]

[From the start, he never had ill intentions toward Silvanus.]

[Suddenly, I get why Silvanus could become a priest—with that personality, Nerio and Degenerate must’ve liked him.]

[It feels like Silvanus isn’t the type to serve anyone...]

Before long, the sunflower pot had turned to ash, and the last dance of the giant serpents ended.

Despite all the tremors it had suffered, the castle still stood tall, showing no sign of collapse.

Cocona glanced around, unable to hold back a sigh: "Just what in the world is this castle made of?"

By now, they had regrouped.

Cocona no longer had her arms, her face was covered in ash and burn marks—she didn’t look good at all, yet her expression was still spirited.

Blood streamed from Silas’s eyes, and the eye on his forehead hadn’t disappeared yet, but it had closed—something that had never happened before. Usually, his third eye would either open or vanish entirely.

Alice was still unconscious, carried in Silas’s arms.

Drake sat sulking off to the side. The stump of his wings had finally stopped bleeding, but the twin craters of mangled flesh still throbbed, a truly grotesque sight. Along with the jagged scales scattered across his body, his current appearance was nothing short of terrifying.

But the truly terrifying one was only now dragging himself over.

Bearing the massive wound Drake had dealt him, Leonard slowly crawled toward Silvanus and the others.

His serpent tail, once formidable, had been ripped apart by Silvanus—what remained was less than four meters, each movement smearing the ground with fresh blood. The significant slash across his body now showed signs of being charred, releasing a stench of scorched flesh mingled with the reek of blood.

He lowered his head beside Silvanus, his hands trembling uncontrollably, even his eyes flushed red—a look of someone on the verge of breaking down in tears.

[Ha ha ha, look at Leonard—does he think just doing that will make people forget the bloodthirsty look he had a moment ago? If it weren’t for Silvanus, he would’ve already sunk his teeth into Drake.]

[Imagine Leonard gaining the power of a wrathful dragon and then fighting Drake, that would be epic!]

[Maybe Leonard wasn’t trying to make a scene, it’s just his habit to act timid and pitiful.]

Silvanus looked closer.

He could see liquid dripping down Leonard’s chin—but it wasn’t tears, it was drool.

His reddened eyes weren’t from the verge of crying either, he was struggling to restrain himself.

Look at his trembling hands—he was probably seconds away from pouncing on Silvanus to bite him.

Narrowing his eyes, Silvanus touched Leonard’s bowed head, speaking softly: "Hold it in a little longer, we’re about to leave this place."

Leonard’s eyes widened at Silvanus, as if startled by his attitude.

Then suddenly, he snapped his head away and began biting his tail, curling up into a heap.

[Aaaaa so cute!]

[Bite me, bite me instead! God, Leonard, Silvanus is so cruel, making you endure this!]

[What the hell is wrong with these people? Cute? In what way is Leonard cute?!]

[Post a picture of Leonard with his mouth wide open—these fans’ sense of beauty keeps getting more twisted.]

Drake suddenly let out a cold snort, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

Silvanus could feel his gaze, sharp enough to pierce straight through his back.

Silvanus: "..." What did I even do wrong?!

Silvanus honestly had no idea what he had done to upset Drake again.

He turned around, intending to say something, only to meet Silas’s gaze.

Yes—his gaze. Silas’s eyes weren’t open, but Silvanus could feel him "examining" him closely.

Trouble upon trouble.

Even though he felt guilty, Silvanus didn’t stop to confront Silas. He acted as if he had just casually glanced over, oblivious to Silas’s scrutiny.

"Stay here and rest. I’ll take care of the rest."

Silvanus said calmly before preparing to leave.

"My apologies for asking this... but where did you find Lilith’s heart?"

Silas’s gaze had landed on the sunflower pot. He realized it was probably the same one from Lilith’s room that Drake had mentioned. The flower had roots... perhaps that was the heart of the sunflower grove.

Yet, there had never been a clue about the whereabouts of Lilith’s heart.

Silvanus nodded calmly at Silas: "Bunny and Meow led me there."

"So what about them..."

Silas hadn’t finished his words when Silvanus replied: "Nerio took care of them."

Leonard, busy gnawing on his tail off to the side, twitched his ears but ultimately stayed curled up without moving.

Silvanus paid them no further attention, leading the way toward the second floor and heading to Lilith’s room, guided by his memory.

He felt there would be some helpful information waiting for him there. Just as the acting system had said, the choices he’d made until now were correct.

In truth, Silvanus had already sensed something unusual.

Usually, a monster should be a monster, through and through.

But Lilith’s form remained that of a human even when she unleashed her full strength.

Moreover, if what he had seen was real, then before becoming a monster, Lilith might very well have once been human.

Silvanus didn’t know how many eyes were watching him at that moment.

Lilith was observing her god, as though this were her final form of entertainment before death.

She had already accepted her fate. Her heart was most likely in Silvanus’s possession, and once it was destroyed, she too would die.

Suddenly, she felt furious. Bunny and Meow were both useless trash—she should never have begged them to be allowed to "live"!

God, my god, will you be so cruel as to kill me?

Of course you will, of course you will... after all, I was never a good soul.

.

"Lilith, promise your mother, live well. All I want is for you to be happy. Lilith, you will be good and the most beautiful flower, my princess."

The woman, though near death’s door, was still strikingly beautiful. No—she might not even have been forty at that time.

Mother.

Lilith cried and cried. She swore she would become good, sought recognition, and wanted to grow up and not disappoint the expectations of the mother who loved her.

Fairies and gods would appear in fairy tales when the princess was in trouble, so she believed that gods were watching over her.

.

It hurts, it hurts, it’s so disgusting.

Lilith felt as though her whole body had been ripped apart. Mother, you lied to me. I will not grow up to be good.

The fairy tales lied too. There are no gods, no one to save me, no soul.

If gods truly exist, then I swear—I will kill them! If they exist, why didn’t they save me? Why?!

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"Lilith is eleven years old this year, isn’t she?"

The birthday of the Zarukel family’s daughter. Sparkling lights, Lilith bathed in brilliance, yet all she felt was coldness in her limbs. The heavy princess dress on her body felt like it had been torn into countless holes, letting the wind through.

A large hand seized her, dragging her away. She wanted to cry for help—but who would save her? There was no one here who was human, only demons, staring at her with hunger, wanting to devour her.

She wanted to die—but why? If someone had to die, then those demons should have been killed before her!