When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 862 - 813: Angel and Witch

The winter midday sun streamed through the stained glass window patterned with the Holy Tree, casting its light on the marble floor.

In the hallway of the Uffizi Palace, Horn, dressed in black and red monk robes, walked alongside seven or eight guards and secret monks.

After ending the morning meeting and speech early, without even bothering to eat lunch, Horn hurried to the Uffizi Palace.

Because the secret monks had informed him that Moliat attempted to ride out of the city, but fortunately, the effects of the medicine from last night hadn't worn off and she was injured, so she was brought back by Patrick.

According to Patrick's report, Moliat showed faint signs of the Witch going berserk.

Witches of the mental kind could also go berserk; it was said that that Pope Joan had once gone berserk, seducing the angels swayed by the church to massacre commoners.

However, after reading the notes of Moliat's father, Vincent, Horn had significant doubts about the truth of this matter.

Neither the church nor the Ruo'an Faction had evidence, making it difficult for him to determine who exactly was delusional.

"Your Eminence..." At the end of the corridor, Catherine was already waiting by the door.

She leaned against the door frame, hiding her hand in the wide sleeve, but Horn still saw a trace of blood.

Pausing his steps, Horn's gaze darkened: "What happened?"

Catherine gave a wry smile and opened her palm, showing a not-too-deep scratch, the blood already coagulated.

"She pushed me, and I lost my balance and fell." Her voice was calm, without a hint of complaint, just a slight sigh, "It's nothing."

The secret monk behind her peeked over, whispering: "How about getting a few demon hunters to wait outside the door?"

"There's no need." Horn ordered, taking a deep breath, and slowly reached out to open the door.

Inside the room, as expected, was a chaotic mess.

Exquisite porcelain vases smashed on the floor, blue and white porcelain shards scattered all over.

An overturned candlestick rolled into the corner, the flame extinguished, leaving only a faint scent of incense.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Moliat hung her head, her fingertips stroking the bandage wrapped around her wrist.

Upon hearing footsteps, she did not look up and merely sneered: "Aren't you going to hold a banquet to celebrate your victory and consolidate your power? What are you doing here?"

Standing in the midst of the chaos, Horn steadfastly gazed at her: "I came to ask your real opinion."

"Opinion?" Moliat slowly raised her head, a seemingly mocking smile on her face, "What opinion can I have? In front of a living saint like you, does my opinion even matter?"

"You've contributed greatly to the Thousand River Valley war and subsequent reforms. Credit is credit and fault is fault."

"In the end, you only make these victory speeches because you won... Do you know why I lost?"

Horn furrowed his brow, remaining silent.

Instead, Moliat spoke to herself: "I lost because I genuinely hesitated to share power with you, whereas you, from the start, never intended to share with me, did you?"

"Power is granted, not shared. I simply took back what was originally mine."

"What was originally yours?!" Moliat abruptly raised her head, her voice hoarse, "You took away the Thousand River Valley that Papa left for me."

Horn's brow imperceptibly furrowed: "The Thousand River Valley was never your father's to claim. Its ownership should be decided by its faithholders."

"You're very fortunate." Moliat scoffed, her eyes showing a mix of complicated pity and anger, "You haven't been betrayed by them yet, so you still trust them.

Papa was eager to rescue the commoners, improve the laws of the Thousand River Valley, lighten its heavy burdens, and what happened then?"

She scoffed again, her gaze filled with irony and sorrow: "Due to repeated betrayals and informants, his efforts were in vain, and he eventually died a broken man.

These informants and betrayers were mostly the commoners Papa intended to help, isn't that laughable?"

Horn remained silent for a moment: "In that case, why did your father bother to save them? Why do you need to save them?"

Moliat's breath hitched slightly, her fingertips trembling for a moment, but then she spoke coldly again: "All my life, I've listened to countless hearts.

I advocate for the elite because at least they know to compromise for long-term benefits, at least they possess enough rationality to anticipate their actions.

Humans are short-sighted and ugly, selfish and chaotic. Rather than being human, they're like animals; animals don't need a life; they only need a whip."

"I save them because it's Papa and Ruo'an II's grandmother's wish." She lifted her chin, "I've never felt happy rescuing the Thousand River Valley."

Before she finished speaking, Horn's hand already swung out.

"Smack—"

Moliat's face was abruptly turned to the side, a clear red mark rising on her cheek.

Her pupils contracted suddenly, turning to look at Horn in disbelief, covering her face: "You... you dare to hit me? Even Papa never hit me!"

Yet Horn remained calm, as if it wasn't he who had just slapped her: "That slap was for your father.

For your sake, he abandoned Ruo'an Faction's hope of hundreds of years... Don't forget how you came into this world.

"Do you think that he spent his whole life speaking for the common people, for what purpose after all?"

Moliat's breath hitched for a moment, intertwining anger and shock in her eyes: "Since you already know, don't you understand?

Look at Charlotte, she could have completely ignored the life and death of the common people; the Holy Father had already set the hierarchy and boundaries for everything.

But she insisted on going against the Holy Father's will, and ended up being burned to death by the mob.

Even now, the common people still curse her, and the Church has destroyed all evidence about her.

Isn't that enough to wake you up? I don't want to see you and my Papa become the same..."

Horn interrupted her directly: "The Holy Spirit that betrayed Angel was kept by the Ruo'an Faction for hundreds of years.

After you were born, it was Ruo'an II who believed that the next generation is always better than the past, so he let you live..."

At this point, Horn couldn't help but marvel.

Grand Duke Antoine, for the sake of his daughter, gave up honor and the throne that was within reach, choosing the Thousand River Valley, which was almost at the frontier of civilization.

Grand Duke Vincent, for the sake of his daughter, gave up the long-held dream of reviving the Ruo'an Faction, and painstakingly constructed the water conservancy facilities like the Tree Hedge Dam.

Until last year when I received the Church's hydrology book, I still thought these water conservancy facilities in Mountain County were built by the Church.

If it weren't for Vincent, it would probably have been much harder for the wool from the Shattered Stone Plain to travel by water to the ry Court Barracks.

Moliat inherited the three crowns of Leia, Falan, and Norn, and also inherited the triple pressures from her grandfather, father, and mother.

"... Lord Vincent, the reason for opposing the Church, speaking for the common people,

is firstly that he naturally believed in Ruo'an, and secondly, he hoped you would live a free life, so he took on everything.

But all your actions seem like you've thrown away the sword, fighting the dragon with just a scabbard.

Do you really think what you're doing now is what you want?"

A free life... Moliat suddenly thought of Vine, who often said this to her.

But this time, Moliat felt something completely different.

"Thousand Rivers Valley failing to gain independence, that's indeed your father's regret, but not his final wish.

His final wish was always for you to be able to choose freely and live happily.

Not like now, holding the banner of his final wish high, wearing Moliat's mask, hiding behind the identity of the Female Grand Duke as a coward."

Moliat was stunned, her lips parted slightly but made no sound at all, nearly inaudible: "What do you mean?"

"I've been telling you, I came here to ask for your true opinion, what exactly Jia Li, you really want to do?"

Her fingertips trembled slightly, pupils contracted, yet she still retorted stubbornly: "I am Moliat."

Horn leaned slightly, whispering: "You do not have 'multi-persona disorder', but 'split-persona disorder'. The so-called suppression of Jia Li by Moliat is just an excuse.

Rather than suppression, it's more like she's your puppet, and you've been in control from the start."

Thanks to the witches and the various disorders among the non-humans in Black Snake Bay, the Witch Doctors in Black Snake Bay have achieved extraordinary research on various mental disorders.

In their system, "several souls sharing one body" is called 'split-persona disorder', while "several souls taking turns controlling one body" is called 'multi-persona disorder.

Because Moliat's life was extended with the Blood of the Holy Spirit of an Angel, others believed she had multi-persona disorder - with one soul belonging to an Angel.

However, through Cheka's secret investigation and analysis of the Ruo'an Faction's information, combined with Vincent's notes and other evidence,

Horn could clearly determine that Moliat had split-persona disorder, not multi-persona disorder.

She had always had just one personality, merely split into two.

"Ridiculous!" Moliat and Jia Li still held their ground stubbornly. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Horn stepped forward, pointing his forefinger at Moliat or rather Jia Li's chest: "Your heart's in turmoil, you let Moliat say 'Papa' instead of 'father'."

The Female Grand Duke's breath caught, her fingertips clutching the bedsheet tightly.

Her eyes flickered as if she wanted to argue back, but in the end, she said nothing.

Horn watched her, slowly straightened up, his expression returning to calm.

"Stay here for two weeks first, recuperate, and think carefully about what exactly it is you want?

Then, I'll send you to the girls' school at Joan of Arc Castle."

The Female Grand Duke's head jerked up, glaring angrily at him: "I'm not going to school."

Horn smiled lightly: "That's not a question."

He turned around, opened the door, leaving behind the bewildered Jia Li and Moliat.