webnovelfull Chapter 251 Inviting You to Your Death
Chapter 251 Inviting You to Your Death
Chapter 251 Inviting You to Your Death
At dinner, Kendrick noticed that Margaret ate very little.
She seemed somewhat distracted.
In the past, Kendrick would have simply ignored it.
But right now, Kendrick can't do it.
This girl, like a brutal invader, led a powerful cavalry and easily breached the gates of the country in his heart.
All the beliefs he had established in the past changed with her intrusion.
Kendrick used to sneakily spy on others because he was afraid of having any contact with them.
But right now, Kendrick even longed to be near the woman in front of him.
People naturally admire those who are strong.
Margaret's army overwhelmed his feelings of inferiority, self-destruction, and ego, and became his conquerors.
His willingness to kneel and bow before this woman was entirely driven by his animal instincts.
At this moment, Kendrick was even more concerned about Margaret than about himself.
Therefore, Kendrick would ask, "Margaret, you seem to have something on your mind."
He had intended to call her Sister Margaret, but because she repeatedly emphasized that he could only address her by her first name.
Margaret looked up, glanced at Kendrick sitting beside her, and nodded with a half-smile:
"Yes, I'm thinking about some things."
"You can tell me—if that makes you feel better, or—if you need me to help you think about it."
Kendrick stammered, unsure if he had clearly expressed his thoughts.
Margaret looked at Kendrick: "Thank you. Of course I'm willing to tell you, but of course I can't tell you everything. Some things are sectarian matters, and you're not a member of the Firstborn Cult, so I can't tell you those things. I'm sorry—"
"No need to say that, Margaret!"
Kendrick hurriedly stood up and frantically waved his hands.
"I just wanted to say that you can order me around, and I'm loyal to you, not that I'm forcing you to say anything to me!"
“I know,” Margaret frowned slightly. “You’re too tense, Kendrick, and too deferential to me. We’re equals. I hope you—relax a little.”
Relaxation
Kendrick pondered the word carefully, but couldn't grasp its meaning.
"What's wrong?"
Seemingly noticing Kendrick's distraction, Margaret spoke up to ask him a question.
Kendrick glanced furtively at Margaret: "I—I'm not quite sure what I should do?"
Margaret pulled the chair closer to Kendrick and grabbed the back of his hand:
"I'm not worried about saying the wrong thing; I can say whatever comes to mind."
"But what if I say something that upsets you?"
"I won't be upset. I'm a nun, and I can calmly face all words. Besides, even if I am upset, it's okay. Aren't my emotions also a part of me?"
Indeed, Kendrick could accept Margaret no matter what she became.
If the real Margaret could get angry, why would Kendrick deliberately try to prevent her from getting angry?
Kendrick thought about the problem carefully.
He quickly realized that he was afraid Margaret would distance herself from him.
But this is inevitable.
"I will return to the kingdom afterward," Kendrick thought, while Margaret was a nun from the duchy.
But if Kendrick is willing to come to the Duchy again later, perhaps Margaret will be willing to go with him.
However, he hadn't discussed this with Margaret yet, so he didn't know the answer.
Even if he and Margaret separated, the woman's importance in his heart would not change.
However, Kendrick longed for it.
He longed for Margaret not to leave him.
He was a deeply sinful man, burdened with many blood debts.
Even so, he longed for it so much.
He was willing to give up everything, just to be closer to the only person who could watch over him.
And Kendrick was willing to change for her.
"I understand," Kendrick nodded. "Anything else I need to be aware of?"
"Hmm—" Margaret fell into thought for a moment, "I hope you can express your own thoughts more and express your truest feelings."
To express...
After hearing this, Kendrick finally had an idea of what to do:
"Well then, Margaret, I think you can tell me everything you can tell me."
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Margaret laughed: "I like your toughness right now."
Kendrick was a little confused. Was I being too forceful just now?
But that doesn't matter, as long as Margaret is happy.
Margaret quickly stopped smiling and said to Kendrick:
"What I'm most worried about right now is how to leave the holy city."
Since Kendrick assassinated Felix, the city has been completely sealed off, with no one allowed to enter or leave.
Therefore, Kendrick and Margaret are now trapped in this white city of faith.
However, Kendrick had studied at the Heraldry Academy, and he learned a great deal about similar situations:
"A lockdown is the most basic approach. It can indeed prevent prisoners from escaping, but it will also damage the city's economy. A city cannot be locked down indefinitely."
Furthermore, public discontent will accumulate as the city is locked down.
However, Kendrick considered the strong religious atmosphere of the duchy, believing that the duchy might be able to control the emotions of its people.
So he didn't say that.
“But you really didn’t leave,” Margaret said worriedly. “The paladins are investigating intensively, and I’m afraid they’ll find you soon.”
Perhaps they can indeed do it, but it's not that easy.
Since arriving at this house, Kendrick and Margaret have not left the house at all.
Even if someone could find out what Kendrick did that day, they would never be able to find this place.
Furthermore, "Siegmund, the presiding priest, is a key figure in the Papacy. He oversees the progress of the investigation, and if anything goes wrong, he will definitely alert us in advance."
Zygmunt Saint Ramsay, the presiding officer of the Papacy's marriage office, was also the one who took in Kendrick and Margaret.
The mansion where the two now live is Zygmunt's private property.
"That's true, but I'm still very worried—"
As she spoke, Margaret gripped the necklace tightly.
Kendrick stared at the necklace, lost in thought.
Margaret suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"
Her voice brought Kendrick back to his senses, and he shook his head:
"It's nothing, it's just that I've noticed you seem to be holding that necklace quite often."
"Yes," Margaret admitted very frankly.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it!" Margaret replied very quickly.
Kendrick scratched his head and said:
"Since that's the case, I think you don't need to pay back the money I borrowed from you—consider it a gift from me!"
"I never intended to pay it back, and—" Margaret's tone sounded somewhat emotional, "So you've been holding a grudge about the money I owe you?"
"Well, this—yes, after all, it was agreed that it would be a loan—"
"You're so slow!"
Kendrick understood Margaret's meaning: "Margaret, I didn't realize you wanted me to give it to you. If you had told me, I would have given it to you without hesitation."
Even though Kendrick had not yet overcome his mental illness at that time, he still harbored murderous intent towards Margaret.
But he didn't dislike anyone and wasn't good at saying no. Kendrick was confident he would agree as long as Margaret asked.
"How could I just ask you directly! Besides, what's the point if I'm asking you for it? It has nothing to do with how much money it costs!"
Kendrick didn't quite understand why Margaret had suddenly gotten angry.
But perhaps he said something wrong.
He knew he was a very annoying person.
If you reveal too much of your inner thoughts, you'll offend people.
However, Margaret said that her anger was also part of her personality.
Therefore, Kendrick believed that he should not reject it, but rather experience it.
Seemingly because Kendrick hadn't spoken for a long time, Margaret said:
"What are you thinking about?"
"I am feeling you in this moment."
Upon hearing this, Margaret suddenly fell silent for some reason.
Kendrick looked up curiously, only to see Margaret sitting in her chair.
Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were fixed on Kendrick.
Kendrick was very puzzled. What was wrong with her all of a sudden?
Before he could figure it out or ask a question, the door to the house was pushed open from the outside.
The man who entered was a short, elderly man wearing glasses, and looked to be in his fifties.
This man was the owner of the house, Zygmunt Saint Ramsey.
Margaret instantly regained her composure, pulled Kendrick to her feet, and bowed to the man, saying:
"Zigmund presided over the ceremony."
"Please, have a seat, gentlemen."
After closing the door, Zygmunt walked directly to the two men and sat down in front of them.
Kendrick knew from the situation that Zygmunt had come looking for the two of them.
But with Margaret handling Zygmunt, Kendrick didn't speak first.
Margaret quickly asked, "Your Excellency, what has happened?"
“Yes,” Zygmunt looked at Kendrick, “it’s still about the assassination.”
Margaret hurriedly asked, "Has the Vatican's investigation made significant progress?"
"Yes," Zygmunt nodded, "This investigation was very thorough. They even unexpectedly discovered that Felix and his Dewdrop Cult were doing some wicked things behind the scenes."
"His Majesty is furious about this and has already sent people to deal with it, which also means that he is getting closer and closer to the truth."
"Why?" Margaret asked hastily.
Sigmund looked at Kendrick:
"According to the investigation, on the day of the assassination, the guard that Felix had arranged to guard the database suddenly disappeared. The Thorn of Light, Rodel, has found out that this person had recently joined the Dewdrop Cult and had become one of his ascetics."
"Sir Kendrick, do you have anything to say about this?"
Kendrick nodded: "Yes, that's me."
"That's right," Zygmunt nodded. "They've already identified you, and they've also found out that Felix has plotted several assassinations since you joined the cult."
"I did it too," Kendrick nodded.
"That's troublesome. Once they finish investigating those murders, they'll definitely be able to identify the killer by the methods used, and your appearance will definitely be revealed."
Kendrick listened, but felt no panic.
"But they don't know where I am now, and the holy city can't be permanently locked down."
“You’re right, you can wait, but His Majesty cannot,” Zygmunt said. “But that’s not what I’m worried about.”
After saying that, Zygmunt turned his head toward Margaret.
Margaret frowned and asked:
"Sir, please speak."
"Sister Margaret, Rodel has already learned that you went to see Lord Kendrick that day, and they will find out sooner or later. I was the one who arranged for you to be on that shift—."
"...that is to say, they will soon be investigating you," Kendrick concluded.
“That’s it,” Zygmunt said. “You’re in the shadows, so it won’t be easy for them to find you, but I’m in charge of the Marriage Department, so I have nowhere to hide.”
"And once I am suspected, or even convicted, no one will be able to protect you, in Gregory,"
You probably won't be able to hide for long.
Upon hearing this, Kendrick immediately realized that their situation was quite dangerous.
Unexpectedly, the Holy Knights of the Holy City, especially that man named Rodel, possessed such talent.
He also understood that Zygmunt would choose to come here to meet them even though he knew he might be suspected.
This means that he has already come up with a solution.
Kendrick asked, "Your Excellency, what brilliant plan do you have?"
"As for a solution—there is indeed one," Kendrick nodded. "Please speak."
Zygmunt chuckled softly and said to Kendrick:
"Please, Your Excellency, accept your death."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.
Kendrick, on the other hand, remained quite calm, showing no signs of distress.
Currently, the only person capable of causing drastic changes in his emotions is Margaret.
However, Margaret became agitated.
She quickly stood up, forcing a stiff smile:
"Zigmund, what are you saying?"
Zygmunt went on to say, "What I mean is, the only solution to the current problem is the death of Lord Kendrick."
Two lines of tears slid down Margaret's face.
She shook her head, took two steps back, and said in a pleading tone:
"My lord, there must be another way. I beg you, you must think of another way. You've helped us this far; if he dies now, all our previous efforts will have been in vain."
Kendrick felt a turmoil in his heart, not because he knew that Zygmunt wanted him dead.
Rather, it was because Margaret seemed to be in great discomfort.
Kendrick also stood up and walked to Margaret's side. "Margaret, calm down—"
"How can you expect me to stay calm? He wants you dead!"
"I see,"
Kendrick nodded, then squinted at Zygmunt.
"Your Excellency, how do you want me to die?"