Chapter 29

Chapter 3 Don’t Hit Me!

Carlos struggled fiercely, holding onto my arm with all his might, his head tilted back desperately to avoid my attack. The Pope, still clutching his stomach, rolled on the bed laughing uncontrollably, his laughter echoing in my ears, making me feel even more humiliated and angry. No wonder the two monks laughed when they saw me; who knew what Carlos had drawn me as, but it must have been very ugly.

I wanted to smear the ink from my palm onto his face crazily, but my hands were firmly held by him. This guy was strong, and I couldn’t resist him. So, I lifted my right foot and kicked Carlos on his calf.

“Oh! It hurts, hurts, stop, please stop.”

“I’ll kill you!”

I kicked Carlos again and again, forcing him to dodge backward repeatedly. The last few kicks missed their target, making me tremble with rage, wishing I could bite him.

“Don’t do this, in front of the Pope, give me some face…”

“Scoundrel!”

…

The fight ended with my victory. Carlos’s face was smeared black and looked quite ridiculous.

Despite that, I was still fuming, my chest heaving up and down, glaring at him with fierce eyes.

This guy’s tasteless prank was utterly boring. He had emphasized the importance of this meeting earlier, telling me to think about what to say when I met the Pope, which made me nervous. But when the moment came, he deliberately made me look foolish. Now, everything I had thought of on the way was forgotten! I couldn’t understand it; I was almost ready to explode with anger, but I knew I couldn’t make too much of a scene in front of the Pope.

I won’t forget this. Wait, you scoundrel, don’t let me find an opportunity.

“Alright, let’s get to the point.”

Ignoring my fierce gaze, Carlos tidied up his disheveled clothes and hair as if nothing had happened, reminding the Pope.

“Haha, let’s get to the point.” The blond man wiped away tears of laughter, “That… little charcoal, are you the magical creature Carlos encountered?”

“I’m not, little charcoal. Nor am I, a monster.”

I stared at him coldly, saying each word clearly.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter. Anyway, since you’ve arrived here so foolishly, my purpose has been achieved. Unfortunately, you can’t leave now.”

The Pope in front of me spread his hands, carelessly rubbing his sore cheeks, as if he were casually speaking.

My heart skipped a beat.

“Angel, don’t cause trouble.”

Carlos’s expression turned serious.

The man named Angel narrowed his eyes, still with a faint smile lingering on his face, but his words made me feel as cold as ice.

“Carlos, what are you hesitating for? Why haven’t you acted yet?”

…Act?

Are they going to kill me?

I looked helplessly at Carlos beside me, my beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

Carlos… is he deceiving me? No, he wouldn’t. Just now, at the church entrance, he told me personally that nothing would happen as long as he was there. There’s no reason for him to deceive me. If he wanted to kill me, I wouldn’t be alive now. There’s no need to wait until here to act…

Although I comforted myself inwardly, telling myself not to be afraid and that everything would be fine, my feet instinctively began to retreat, quietly moving toward the door behind me.

Carlos seemed not to notice my small movements, only staring calmly at the Pope on the bed.

“Angel, this isn’t the time for such a silly joke. You’re just complicating things.”

“Are you backing out?” Angel’s smile turned cold, a chilling light flashing in his eyes, “Bringing the Abyss of White Night under my control, hear my judgment—those were your words.”

“I said reward.”

“But I said punishment.”

“Are you serious? Have you considered the consequences?”

“What, do you want to interfere with my decision?”

“Your decision is utterly foolish.”

“Carlos, no one has ever dared to interfere with my decisions. You know my methods. Want to protect her? Have you considered the consequences?”

Hearing this, Carlos sneered. The two men spoke quickly, their gazes clashing like swords, neither willing to compromise. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

It seemed no one noticed that I had silently retreated to the door… Take this chance and escape!

I pushed the door behind me forcefully, but it didn’t budge at all.

“You can’t escape, little thing. I’ve already surrounded this place with Church Knights. Once you step out this door, prepare yourself for a battle against thousands.”

Angel’s gaze remained fixed on Carlos, but he seemed to know exactly what I was doing.

“I’m not afraid of them.”

I tried to put on a brave face, but inside, I was already terrified. This Pope, who lacked decorum, probably even deceived Carlos, setting a trap here, waiting for him to bring me into it naively.

“Oh? Do you want to try?”

The blond man looked at me with interest, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

“Angel! What exactly do you want to do!”

Carlos shouted angrily, looking truly furious.

“Please, it’s you who wants something. Carlos, I’m thinking, when did you become enchanted by this little monster!”

“Have you lost your mind, choosing to stand against humanity?”

“Angel, if you keep this up, I really will lose my temper.”

Carlos took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart. He knew this man well and understood what he wanted.

“Alright then, since you’ve made your choice, I’ll just have to kill you along with him.”

Angel lazily spoke out of turn, suddenly launching an attack when no one took him seriously. The golden light in his hand illuminated the room, directly aiming for Carlos’s head.

Carlos widened his eyes; his sapphire pupils filled with shock, as if he had never expected Angel to attack him. He stood there, stunned, like a fool.

“You dare!”

In the next moment, a small figure rushed over.

The moment Angel attacked, I seemed to forget about my plan to escape. All I wanted was to prevent him from hurting Carlos. My body moved faster than my mind, rushing forward and kicking Carlos’s buttocks, sending him to one side. I ducked to avoid the incoming golden light and, under Angel’s dazed gaze, grabbed his wrist.

My right hand erupted with frost.

“Little Hill, stop!”

“Hold on, don’t hit his face!”

Two panicked voices echoed in my ears.

I paused slightly, instinctively dispersing the frost mist. By the time I tried to stop, it was too late.

“Slap!”

A tiny palm landed on the handsome side of the Pope’s face.

This time, I put all my strength into the slap. Without any preparation, Angel’s upper body flew back, his neck making a “snap” sound before he fell stiffly onto the large bed.

The air grew suddenly silent.

“…”

“…”

After a while, Carlos covered his cheek.

“Fool… He was lying…”

“God damn it, surrounded by enemies, do you think Church Knights can fly? It’s impossible to get them here so quickly…”

“If he had really attacked, do you think it would be that easy to stop him…”

Uh… Was he lying to me? Is he crazy? Why would he lie to me… Is he testing me?

I sneakily glanced at the motionless Pope.

Although I didn’t want to admit it, this man who had received a solid slap from me was indeed the highest ruler of humanity, known as the Pope. At this moment, he lay there like a dead man, silent and still.

… Did he really die?

Oh no, I’m in trouble now.

Realizing this, I immediately hid my hands behind my back, pretending to be innocent. I looked pitifully at Carlos, my eyes filled with helpless anxiety.

Carlos waved his hand, indicating it was okay. Then he shouted to the man on the bed.

“Hey, if you pretend again, I’ll electrocute you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Angel shivered and got up.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts.”

He turned his head to one side, as if his neck was twisted, grimacing in pain. “Sss—my neck is sprained. Little Black Charcoal, you hit hard.”

“…”

“It’s your fault for lying to me.”

Seeing he was fine, I breathed a sigh of relief but also felt he deserved it.

Hmph, let him play with me.

“A self-inflicted fool,” Carlos said grumpily.

“I just wanted to tease you! Blame Carlos. He told me you were interesting, which piqued my curiosity, sss—”

As he spoke, he winced again, his neck hurting.

“You’re the interesting one.”

I rolled my eyes at him. How could he act like a child? Is it really okay to have someone like him as the Pope?

“What I find interesting may differ from what you understand… Now that the performance is over, can we talk about serious matters?”

Carlos seemed deeply disillusioned with this Pope.

“Okay, okay. Little Black Charcoal…”

“My name is Sylvie,” I frowned, interrupting him.

“Oh, that’s not important.” Angel slowly turned his neck, still looking nonchalant. “You are the Abyss of the White Night, and I am the Pope of the Holy Church. That’s what matters most. I believe you might not understand the significance of this meeting for me or for all of humanity, nor do you comprehend the resistance we’ve overcome. But don’t worry, currently, less than ten people in the Church know your identity. Later, Carlos will tell you who they are and warn you to be cautious around them.”

“Someone will hurt me?”

I asked worriedly.

“Don’t worry, with me here, they won’t dare… Ouch—”

Angel curled his lips, a mocking smile about to show when his neck twisted again, causing a painful cry. His frivolous demeanor did nothing to instill security.

“… In short, starting today, you are the Pope’s Knight, the hero who single-handedly slays the Abyss. The knighting ceremony will be held tomorrow, but your true identity must remain hidden for now. Don’t use the power of the Abyss lightly. I’ve contacted Queen Elizabeth, preparing to send you to the Royal Academy in the Order City to learn about this world. Your frost order has great potential.”

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