The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 465
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Kael felt his blood boil and his teeth clenched hard.
“Don’t you think you are exaggerating the situation?”
He spoke with a controlled voice, though his expression was dark. He looked at Vic and then pointed toward Seraphina.
Kael pointed at Seraphina and shouted,”Even she isn’t reacting that badly, so what’s up with you?”
Seraphina responded sharply.
“Do you think she would be alright if this was Abyssal Cult?”
“Huh?” Vic paused and finally looked around the room with more attention.
The interior was clean and stable. It was simple yet properly furnished.
There were no stains nor any torture tools. No traces of beatings. Everything looked like an ordinary room where someone could live. Only the chain on Seraphina’s wrist stood as proof that she was a prisoner.
Kael walked toward the chair at the center and sat down calmly.
“Saintess, I hope you are living well.”
Seraphina looked at him with a faint expression. “Can a prisoner live freely?”
“Sorry about that. We didn’t mean to imprison you for long, but you see the mess going around.” Kael gave a small apologetic smile.
“I heard from people’s talk but I am not sure,” she replied with a slow breath.
“Hey, Vic, explain.” Kael tilted his head slightly.
“Why me?”
Kael’s glare sharpened. “Did I need to spell it out again?”
Vic shrunk a little under the stare and then sighed, beginning to narrate everything that had happened during the last month.
Seraphina listened in silence. Her face did not twist even once. Even after hearing chaos, bloodshed, and war, she sat like someone carved from soft stone but hardened by fear. It was not patience born from wisdom. It was patience carved from a month of imprisonment and anxious nights where she thought she would be tortured or killed.
When she was thrown inside this place she waited for pain, for cruelty, for the cruel fate that many spoke of. Yet it never came. Instead she received clean food, clean sheets, and respectful words. Except for the moment she was stuffed inside a gunny sack and transported here like a criminal, nothing else had resembled suffering.
“The turmoil is quite big this time. Do you plan to make the Church fight with the Abyssal Cult?” she asked, trying to understand Kael’s intentions.
“No.” Kael shook his head simply.
“Though the Church has declared war.I am sure those cowards will not go to war with the Abyssal Cult.”
“You are misunderstanding your importance to them.”
“You.” For the first time her composure cracked. Seraphina’s voice trembled in anger.
“Don’t forget who I am. I am a Saintess. The Chosen One by Goddess of Light.”
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Kael let out a short laugh. “Chosen one. Just wait a few days and you will see a line of chosen ones fighting for that position.”
He leaned slightly forward. His voice lowered and carried the truth that was heavy and bitter.
After he was in the same situation, he sympathized with her.
“Listen girl, I know the depth of the Church much better than you. In fact it won’t be wrong to say I was born and bred by the Church.”
Vic blinked in shock. “What? You are bred by the Church! Why don’t I know?”
Kael shot him a look. “Can you fucking stop interfering? Just stand in the corner and listen.”
He turned his focus back to Seraphina. “Miss Seraphina, you are a very kind woman. An embodiment of true goodwill, so I just can’t see you working for those filths who will use you till the end and then throw you ”
“How dare you say the Church is filthy despite the Goddess Blessings!”
“Hahaha. Goddess Blessings, my ass. She didn’t care about anything as long as she had her supply.”
He leaned back, eyes steady.
“All of this chaos. Your Church is practically letting it happen.”
Seraphina stared at him wide-eyed. “What do you mean?” Her brows pinched tightly, fear trembling under her voice.
“Do you know what happened to your followers?”
Seraphina’s heart clenched. She had been worrying about them yet never had the courage to ask so she remained silent.
Kael spoke clearly. “I have submitted them to the Emperor and they confessed. All of them knew about this but let it happen.”
He continued slowly. “The Church’s influence over Heizen weakened after Emperor Edward took the throne. With the chaos and you getting hurt as an excuse, they wanted to slam the final nail into the coffin.”
“In fact it won’t be wrong to say they are waiting to harvest.”
Seraphina froze. Her lips trembled and her body stiffened. Eyes lost focus as if the ground beneath her belief cracked. Her throat tightened and her voice came out broken.
“No. This is a lie. You are lying!”
Her face looked shattered. Hope flickered like a dying flame. Her eyes reddened but no tears fell because disbelief held them back. Her expression was like someone whose world collapsed without warning.
Kael looked at her softly with fingers interlaced. “I wish.”
His gaze was deep and heavy. Truth in his eyes felt cruel. He did not mock her nor did he rush to stat facts.
He let the silence breathe. He understood this kind of pain well.
“It’s hard for you to understand right now and you don’t believe me so why don’t you see with your own eyes.”
Kael stood up.
“You have a much greater purpose. Don’t waste your time blindly following others.”
With that he walked out of the room. Vic followed behind quietly.
Outside, Vic finally asked. “My Lord, what is this?”
“This.” Kael placed a hand on Vic’s shoulder.
“I built a secret force. I show it to you because I trust you.”
Vic’s eyes widened with shock. He did not know if he should feel proud or terrified.
“What about others?”
“They are a bit weak. They need to grow.” Kael said calmly.
Vic knelt before him suddenly. He hit his head to the floor with determination.
“I swear on the Knights belief that I will never betray you and will follow you to the grave.”
“Follow me to the grave. Really?” Kael asked lightly, although Vic’s devotion was serious.
“Yes, I swear. If you asked me to die I won’t hesitate.”
Kael smirked slightly. “Then kill yourself.”
“…”
Vic’s expression cracked like stone breaking.
“I was just joking.” Kael smiled and turned away.
Vic exhaled in relief.
‘Damn….He is too unpredictable to follow.’