Chapter 560

Chapter 560: Interrogation in the Dungeon

The blonde nun continued to narrate the current situation.

“After this incident, Lord Odysseus has voluntarily given up his intention to run for Pope, and if Lady Xarland does not come forward, Lady Byness is very likely to become the next Pope,” the nun recounted.

“And because of this, Lady Byness has been extremely busy recently, with almost every Archimandrite from various branches visiting her daily to seek her opinion and views.”

“Is that so?” Lolan Hill nodded. This time, it seemed they had achieved their goal as anticipated.

“What about Cypsis?” she asked.

“Lord Cypsis is currently still detained in the Tribunal, awaiting judgment after the new Pope is enthroned.”

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In the underground premises of the Tribunal,

Passing through the dense and strict guards, the long and layered checkpoints of tunnels, opening one solid and thick door after another, they entered the dark and cold cell.

Two torches were inserted into the wall, burning quietly, casting flickering shadows. A fat and tall figure could be vaguely seen in the shadows.

The sound of iron bolts sliding echoed from the corridor beside, accompanied by the sound of armor and leather rubbing against each other. A steady step slowly approached.

He stopped in front of the prison door, standing motionless.

Then a black-robed guard came and opened the door for him, allowing this man to enter.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, the fat figure in the shadow raised his head, glanced at him, then lowered it again lifelessly.

A metal chair was brought over, and this man sat in front of the prisoner.

“There’s one more thing we need to ask you,” his voice was like cold rock on a cliff.

“Do you know those who practice bizarre arts, pray for chaos to descend, and betray this world?”

“Hah—” The prisoner sneered.

“Don’t pin every crime on me, you bunch of rats in the gutter.”

“I just wanted to live comfortably, I wouldn’t do such things.”

“But many of those captured ‘Lightless Ones’ have connections with your faction, including high-ranking officials of the Church.”

“So what? I could say everyone drinks water, but does that mean everyone else who drinks water is guilty too?”

“I just help each other, I’m not inside anyone’s head to know their true thoughts. As long as everything turns out well for both of us.”

“Being overly concerned about and investigating others’ privacy only brings misfortune. Many things aren’t better the clearer they are.”

“Is that so?” This man didn’t seem surprised, as if he knew this person very well.

The cell fell into a brief silence, the only sound being the whooshing of the torches on the wall.

“It’s unexpected that after so many years, we would end up in the same room in this way.” This man ended his previous questioning, seemingly sighing at the changes of time.

Upon hearing this sigh, the prisoner did not raise his head but breathed heavily, unimpressed.

“Let me call you this once again—Senior Cypsis.”

After these brief words, the cell fell into an unusual silence.

“You were my role model. When I first came to the headquarters of the Church, due to my poor background, I was somewhat shy and insecure. It was you who led me up the long staircase, pulling the exhausted me for a long journey.”

“You told me which palace’s dining hall was cheap and filling. You taught me where to get water, wash clothes, and how to make the bed.”

“At that time, in my eyes, you were so towering and trustworthy. You gave me a notebook, which was the first gift I ever received.”

“I wrote down many of the words you told me back then, and even now, I can still remember some of them.”

“Background doesn’t matter, what’s important is having a positive heart.”

“If you persist, you can appreciate the sunset without any guilt.”

The man sitting on the metal chair took a trembling breath, then let out a silent sigh.

“Now that the sunset has set, can you still look at it without any guilt?”

Hearing this question, the figure bound by chains let out a chilling laugh.

“Hahaha—Kuus, you really understand, using this to provoke me.”

“Asking me if I feel guilty, let me tell you, I don’t feel the slightest bit of guilt.”

“Everything I have today—power, wealth, strength—I earned it bit by bit.”

“That’s right, I used some means. But so what? There have never been rules or restrictions saying you can’t do it.”

“All rules and doctrines are just added by later generations to find excuses for their own cowardice and incompetence. If you have the ability, you can do the same. No one stops you.”

“The reason you can stand here and mock me is only because you won and I lost. Don’t give me those hypocritical moral lectures. Back then, I was naive, believing in dedication and diligence.”

“This world never rewards you for dedication and diligence; everything must be fought for, seized, and schemed. What do others’ lives have to do with me!”

“I want to live freely and enjoy myself. People die every day, should I really care about each one? What benefits would caring bring me?”

Kuus watched the hysterical man, waiting for him to vent his nonsense.

Clap clap clap—

Kuus slowly stood up and walked in front of Cypsis.

“Have you finished? Is this your true thought now?”

“How lowly you are.”

“It seems I once misjudged you. I didn’t expect Senior Cypsis to have such narrow-minded views.”

“If you hadn’t gained power, harboring such thoughts, no one would blame you. But I fear you couldn’t endure a life of poverty and hard work.”

“Wanting to be respected by everyone, reaping all sorts of benefits, monopolizing all kinds of interests, yet unwilling to contribute.”

“Relying on the Church like a big tree, sucking its sap, becoming a plump worm, is this your wish? That’s truly admirable. Admiring you for admitting it so boldly.”

“How disappointing, Senior Cypsis.”

“Even those who abandon gods and angels, they are at least more lovable than you. At least they are willing to sacrifice themselves for their ideals.”

“Now I believe you indeed have nothing to do with those ‘Lightless Ones.’ After all, someone as timid and fearful as you wouldn’t have the courage to do such things.”

Kuus’ words were like sharp swords, piercing into Cypsis’ heart, tearing apart his already shattered dignity.

“No, it’s not like that. I just want to live better,” his voice choked with tears.

“Don’t pollute this simple statement, Lord Cypsis,” Kuus picked up the metal chair and left.

“A real person who wants to live better will use their own hands to grow full fruits. Not like you, snatching food directly from others’ baskets.”

(End of Chapter)