Four Split Personalities

Gently wrapping his arms around the stiff body of Delfi, the man let out a malicious chuckle.

Delfi turned her head with difficulty, pressing her icy cheek against his shoulder, and said hoarsely, "My lord, He..."

"He is tired of you."

Ramollok’s voice was cold and resolute. His slender fingers grazed Delfi’s cheek, and the pupils behind his glasses contracted excitedly as he murmured, "Because you are a burden, a problem, a pathetic weight, and yet you are so loyal, Delfi, so very loyal, and it is this loyalty that has allowed you to survive under our Lord’s protection this long and create havoc for the sect with impunity."

"My... loyalty..."

"Yes, after all, regardless of the evil outcomes you create, no matter how hopelessly inept your mind is, you still fight wholeheartedly for our Lord, and so you are only ever rewarded, while those comrades who diligently strive for our Lord’s glory and truly do the ’right thing’ are punished for some reasonable failure. Is that really fair?"

"I... but... Lord Ramollok, I’m just..."

"You are just using this loyalty to hold our Lord hostage so that you can pursue that fervor which nobody likes nor can please anyone. Delfi, people call us heretics, and in a certain sense it might be justified, but you’re different. Even among us ’heretics’, you are just a simple burden."

"Burden..."

Delfi’s breathing grew more rapid, nearly collapsing against Ramollok.

Ramollok, meanwhile, supported her gently and nodded, saying, "Exactly, you are a burden, an unnecessary burden nobody needs. You’re irreplaceable, simply because you have no accomplishments or talents to replace. Look at me, dear Delfi, even Lucius, whom you look down upon, is far more favored by our Lord than you are. Even any insignificant low-level sacrifice has done far more for the whispers than you ever have. This has never been a secret."

Delfi’s eyes gradually filled with blood, veins bulging on her temples and the back of her hand, as her slender yet strong left hand gripped Ramollok’s arm, draining nearly twenty percent of his Health Points: "You’re talking..."

"You know better than anyone whether I’m talking nonsense."

Ramollok didn’t struggle, he just looked coldly at the Health Points on his panel rapidly decreasing, chuckling softly: "Look, you’re trying to kill His God’s Chosen, Delfi, and the saddest part is that even now, your loyalty to Him hasn’t wavered in the slightest."

The next second, the immense grip on Ramollok’s arm vanished.

"He has not denied you opportunities, Delfi. In fact, He has bestowed upon you more oracles even than upon me, His God’s Chosen."

Ramollok caressed the woman’s disheveled and dull hair, continuing, "But you can’t hear it anymore, can you? It has been a long time, hasn’t it, with your mind filled by the whispers you’ve imagined, turning a deaf ear to His true will. You’ve sunk completely into this faith, beyond saving, to the point where even the one you worship cannot save you."

"The true oracle... I... can’t hear it?"

Nearly fully leaning on Ramollok, Delfi’s expression was dazed, her eyes gradually losing focus.

"He is too merciful."

Ramollok sighed, helplessly saying, "If it were me, I would have found a way to put you to death the first time you ignored the oracle. Believe me, it wouldn’t be difficult."

Instinctively, Delfi hugged the ’reliance’ before her, muttering in terror, "Then why am I still alive, why am I still alive... why does He..."

"He is merciful, I’ve already said so."

Ramollok shrugged, mocking, "To Him, a meaningless death would undoubtedly desecrate the loyalty in your heart, and besides... you are not worthy of much of His effort."

Delfi Lestrange was dumbfounded.

"And I, as His spokesperson in the human world, am more than willing to help Him solve this little nuisance at just the right moment, and also..."

Ramollok suddenly pushed aside the nearly broken in spirit, so vulnerable that killing her with a slight push was highly probable, Delfi, and smiled, "to grant you... the chief priest of loyal nightmares, Delfi Lestrange, a glorious curtain call."

"Glorious...?"

Staggering in her steps and lost in despair, Delfi suddenly raised her head.

"Of course."

Ramollok clapped his hands, spreading his arms and smiling, "That is an irreplaceable merit and contribution that can please our Lord, the highest glory sought by countless followers. You, Delfi Lestrange, will be the cornerstone for Tom Leicester’s resurrection. And that extraordinarily talented young man will transform into our Lord’s blade, accumulating numerous merits and achievements in the near future, and all those great accomplishments will be marked with your name."

"Little Tom?"

Suddenly, Delfi grinned broadly, bursting into a peal of joyful laughter: "Great! Great! I knew I wasn’t wrong about him; I knew it! I knew Little Tom’s strength was destined to be dedicated to our Lord! He truly didn’t let me..."

"He willingly rejected our Lord’s grace, Lady Delfi."

Ramollok interrupted her with an icy tone, calmly saying, "Tom certainly hasn’t let you down, but your irresponsible actions have already severed all possibilities between Tom and our Lord."

With a sound akin to a wailing scream, Delfi fiercely bit her teeth, her eyes bloodshot: "He... he renounced the faith!? How dare he! How dare he!?"

"Of course, he dared, and yet you as the introducer knew nothing about it, so it’s really hard for us to blame dear Tom. After all, he merely followed his heart, and you, seeing wrongly, can hardly escape blame."

Adjusting his glasses, Ramollok leaned down, smiling at Delfi, who seemed drained of all energy and sat slumped on the ground: "Fortunately, I offer you a chance to remedy your mistake with your only source of pride: ’loyalty’."

"..."

"Listen carefully, Delfi. That loyalty, ingrained in your soul and twisted, will surely meld into your remains, and I will use it as material to help little Tom, whose spirit is nearly extinguished, to be reborn. And after that..."

Ramollok patted her shoulder, but did not continue.

"Whether Tom is willing or not, he will inevitably re-establish a connection with our Lord, at least... at least by one-third!"

Delfi’s eyes grew brighter, her expression more and more excited: "Yes, the bones of kin, symbolizing the reconstruction of bloodline and heritage, and what I pass on will surely be that supreme loyalty to our Master. In this way, no matter if Tom is willing or not, the resurrected him will have no other abode! He will serve the Master, he must serve the Master! Right? Holy Son? Tom will do it, right?"

"Whether he can do it depends on him... and perhaps my efforts too."

Ramollok laughed nonchalantly, speaking softly, "But whether he gets such an opportunity is up to you, Lady Delfi. I must tell you, asking you to surrender your life is not our Lord’s will; it is my decision, Ramorok, God’s Chosen, made on my own, and you have the right to refuse."

Delfi widened her eyes: "The right to refuse?!"

"Of course, you certainly have the right to refuse."

Ramollok smiled warmly, chuckling harmlessly, "In fact, personally, I think it’d be wonderful if someone as beautiful and interesting as you could live a long life, so the choice is..."

He could not continue, for just one second ago—

With a bright smile on her face, Delfi Lestrange had stopped breathing.

Chapter 1180: End

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