"He fell asleep without noticing, I snuck up quietly." Cynthia replied in a low voice, with a hint of shyness.

  Antony took a step back with exaggerated movement, his tone rising, "Asleep?"

  "What's wrong?" Cynthia wondered.

  "No, nothing's wrong, I'm fine." Anthony shook his head and walked away from her with a raised corner of his mouth.

  Adults don't need sleep at all, which makes things more and more interesting.

  Cynthia's puzzled expression suddenly dawned on her after he left, she could guess all his meanings from Anthony's exaggerated gestures and expressions.

  To say the least, I had never thought of it that way before, but if Kaylus can live without eating, does that mean he doesn't need sleep either?

  He didn't sleep last night either, he doesn't need to sleep at all, so he lies there like a coffin board.

  Then he was awake in the morning too, and if I had known earlier, I would have kissed him.

  The pointer of indefinite progress bar can still rise, and a chance is missed in vain.

  Cynthia's expression turned into regret, and she began to feel remorseful as soon as she walked out of the first floor.

  As soon as he walked out of the castle's corridor, Joe had been waiting for him in the carriage for a long time.

  Cynthia lifted her skirt and got on the car, and she went down Pitts Mountain with him.

  When they travel in Mr. Keir's private carriage, they will be treated with deference by everyone.

  Cynthia had never been to the Dark Sanctuary until the carriage stopped under a giant spire with an ancient clock.

  Here is a row of slender, pointed buildings surrounding the large cathedral. Cynthia had an image, and when she first came in, she noticed at a glance the huge ancient clock, which was actually the symbol of the Dark Church.

  The carriage stopped in front of a large fountain gate at the church entrance, on top of which stood a three-meter-tall statue with folded wings.

  Cynthia got off the carriage and her eyes unconsciously followed the statue.

  The face above is an expressionless Kaylus.

  The craftsmanship of the sculptor is very good, wearing a divine robe with wings added, the tall stone statue of Kairos still looks unattainable.

  Under the bell tower was an oak door which was soon opened from within.

  A youth with a black cloak, sporting a sparse and straight short hairdo, emerged from the door. His appearance was unimpressive, and his physique, visible under the cloak, was very thin.

  He bowed his head and said "Qiao" after seeing Qiao with red eyes.

  "Cynthia is looking for Ross." Joe replied casually.

  "Please follow me." The young man nodded and respectfully gestured for Cynthia to follow him.

  Joe had no interest in executions at all. She said gently to Cynthia, "I'll be waiting here for you. If anything happens, just call my name and I'll hear it."

  "Mm." Cynthia nodded.

  Following the young man through the oak gate, inside was a long and narrow alley, which she did not expect. The further they walked, the narrower it became, until there was a slope below, as if it led all the way to the bottom of the earth. Because both sides were flat stone walls, no light could penetrate.

  Following the young man for a while, Cynthia found that there actually wasn't. At the end of the alley, there was a small bend, and after turning around, it started to climb uphill, and colorful glass windows with strong religious characteristics began to appear.

  Two rows of arched windows lead directly into a spacious domed hall.

  Rosa sat on a long bench facing a table full of candles with an idol in the middle praying.

  The boy left after finding him.

  Ross's face was very devout, looking like a young man with a beautiful bone and a god-like Caesar.

  If Cynthia hadn't heard Kyrios explain that he was a non-binary half-demon, she would have undoubtedly thought it was his son.

  Her gaze involuntarily fell on his long legs and wondered if it was smooth there.

  "Miss Cynthia."

  Ros opened his eyes after finishing the prayer, turned his face sideways, and narrowed his long red eyes slightly, opening a kind smile. "Are you here to punish Daniel?"

  Cynthia quickly withdrew her gaze and nodded calmly. "I still have to hurry back, please make it quick, the punishment will be decided by me."

  Ross stood up, put on a black top hat placed aside, "Of course, follow me."

  He opened another gate of the church leading elsewhere, and outside, sunlight burst forth.

  It's a large empty space with a giant cross erected in the middle, only one iron fence connects it to the outside, and passersby can observe the scene of execution inside.

  Several members of the Holy See in black robes have been waiting here for a long time, holding various cruel torture instruments in their hands, just waiting for Cynthia to come and choose.

  "Come now, to forgive Daniel's transgressions, Miss Cynthia, go choose one." Ross spoke in a voice as smooth and pleasant as an opera singer.

  Cynthia didn't have time to choose those torture instruments for a while.

  The execution ground here is no less impressive than the green lawn of Caesars.

  A large number of crosses, stained with blood to varying degrees, the brownish bloodstains on the ground also cannot be erased after years of wear and tear.

  Four people were hanging from crosses centered around them, and they were all acquaintances of Cynthia's.

  Jill's family of three, plus Daniel.

  Cynthia couldn't figure out why these three people would be hanged by the Vatican.

  She ignored the scorching sun outside and directly lifted her skirt to walk down the steps, passing through a crowd of people to stand before them.

  Alisha and Irina were stark naked, covered in scales, the wounds on their limbs had not healed at all, they had been dead for a long time.

  Since Cynthia last brought them back, they have not been taken to the pharmacist for treatment.

  She furrowed her brow in incomprehension and looked at Lord Gill again.

  He also died, his fat body had a big hole in the abdomen, organs were hollowed out, and his mouth was sewn up with black thread, extremely miserable.

  Ruos didn't know when he walked up beside her and explained why this family was put on trial.

  Originally after the ball, Elisa's provocation of Kyrios was spread by the nobles at the ball, and Irina, as her sister, also had a part of the provocative responsibility.

  Cynthia originally let them go back to save their lives, but unexpectedly the Vatican found out and directly sentenced them to be crucified again.

  "As for Jill," Ross said after a pause, "she was reported by a J-female. She cursed the great Lord Kyrios, and we all agree that such an unprincipled family without faith can never be corrected, so they were put on trial together."

  "What about their assets?" Cynthia asked.

  "The Vatican has recalled him," Ross replied.

  Cynthia was a little angry, but she couldn't say anything.

  According to the system of the Dark Inquisition, she would easily be accused of harboring heresy.

  Cynthia said faintly, "Alisha and Eirina are gifts from Khaos, I didn't mean to get them killed."

  (End of Chapter)