Why it never ends

Chapter 298 The Past
Villefort raised his head in astonishment, his anger flared up, and he couldn't bear it anymore: "Just because I didn't report it immediately? Just because I kept my promise to my friend?"

"Stay true to... your promise?"

"You are probably still very young..." Villefort tried his best to control his anger, "the world is not black and white, but you don't understand it yet... I won't blame you. There is a mistake, I am already willing to use my life to make up for it... Isn't this enough?! You... How far do you have to go before you are willing to give up!?"

The air seemed to freeze.

The Assassin stood like a statue, candles burning behind her and casting shadows on the stone wall in front of her.

Villefort couldn't see the other person's eyes, but he felt a burning gaze. The sudden anger had dissipated. He was like a cooling volcano. Courage and courage flowed away with his body temperature. He felt a burst of anger. cold.

The assassin's head moved at this moment.

"Duke, can killing a person bring the dead back to life?"

Villefort hugged his head in pain, and buried his head in his knees, "...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't make any more demands, the dead can never be brought back to life, and I can never make up for what you have suffered. Hurt, no matter what you want to do, I should—"

"No," the assassin's voice was calm, "How do you know you can't?"

In the trembling light and shadow, Villefort slowly looked at the assassin's face.

Hesta, behind the mask, was expressionless.

"Because you tried."

Villefort shuddered like an electric shock.

The assassin turned her head to look at the candle on the table. She stretched out her hand towards the flame, and quickly cut the flame with her fingertips. The entire secret room was half dark in an instant, and then quickly recovered.

"Killing one person can't bring the dead back to life," the assassin said softly, "Killing twelve people can't either."

Villefort's shoulders shrank, and he looked at his toes, his mandible trembling uncontrollably.

"You really didn't do anything, I know, you never thought of taking the initiative to harm others, and you never committed any crimes that harmed other people's lives. From the beginning to now, you haven't even told a single lie, and all your ideas are It was from Rich and Danglar, after all, they have coveted your Rohan Palace for a long time, they are cruel and licentious, unlike you, who know restraint and are kind-hearted."

The assassin suddenly bent down, and at the moment when their eyes met, Villefort instinctively dodged aside and fell to the ground.

"Why didn't you say a word, Duke?"

Tears welled up from Villefort's eyes again, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and soon he hiccupped, his hands pressed tightly to his eyes.

"I... I started... really... I don't know... Then... Then one day—"

"The third day." Hesta said softly, "On the third day of the ceremony, your butler Townsend came to you and said that he found a lot of blood and a broken finger in Rishi's dirty clothes. Head, you were stunned and went to the sunken dance floor that night. Rishi said you startled him when you barged in, he was afraid you'd poke things out, and Tanglar told him 'it's okay' , I will drag you outside to talk.

"Well, Duke, it has been many years, do you still remember what Tanglar talked to you at that time?"

Everything in the past flooded his heart like a tide, Villefort dared not look up, he bit his lips tightly, his body shook violently from sobbing, he tried to say sorry, but every syllable he said was stuck with his breath, many He hadn't cried like this in years, it almost made him suffocate.

Hesta smiled, and she looked up at the ceiling of the secret room.

"Danglars and Richie have begged you for many years for this Rohan Palace - they just wanted to come in and have a look, and want to have fun in this ancient building that has survived the power outage, but you Not once.

"But that year, Tanglar asked you again, and you felt that you couldn't refuse, because your child was sick, very sick, and dying. It was Tanglar who used his contacts to help you get in touch. The best doctor, sent your child to the core city... Although everything has not improved at all, you are still very grateful for his efforts.

"But you didn't expect them to do this kind of thing in your palace. You were aggressive and thought they were unreasonable, until Tanglar told you that he did this for you and to save your child.

"It's all a ritual of praying to the true God. At first they tried animal sacrifices, but it didn't work. Then they tried human corpses, and things started to improve-of course, living people are the best. .Living people have 'souls' because they bleed, they scream, and their fears are the ones that please themselves the most, and of course, the true god they say.

"Can the dead come back? Duke, why don't you know the answer to this question? If you use these nonsense explanations to coax children, the children will be skeptical. How can you believe it so quickly?"

"If...if you ever had a child..." he muttered vaguely, "if...if it can be redeemed...any price is fine...any sin..."

"Oh, is it overwhelmed by the grief of losing a son? Or, the palace has been rented out. Instead of letting everyone fall into the same scandal, it's better to let things go and pretend that nothing happened. Anyway, Danglar I have given you a suitable step, you are neither the mastermind nor the accomplice, you just borrowed a palace from them from beginning to end, right?"

Villefort let out a choked sob that pierced his heart.

"Really sorry……"

"Your first child, he was born on November 4615, 11, and died in the summer of 27... Do you miss him very much? Do you always hear him calling Dad in your ear? This kind of grief, It still hasn't subsided after having Joey, has it?"

"Sorry……"

"Why is everyone apologizing at the end? Is this what I want?"

"Please kill me..." Villefort knelt and touched the upper of the assassin, "Please kill me...I don't deserve to live in this world..."

"Why did I kill you? I didn't intend to kill you. After all, you are just an ordinary person with a bit of 'the weakness of ordinary people'."

Villefort shook his head vigorously, and tears fell to the ground in large quantities. He only felt that fate was dragging him down quickly. This kind of fear from the unknown was tightly strangling his throat. He longed to reach the bottom, as long as it could end At the moment's up in the air, and he's willing to pay any price.

(End of this chapter)