Chapter 1725 - 1720: Bitter Fruit (14)

Chapter 1725: Chapter 1720: Bitter Fruit (14)

As they say, ignorance is bliss.

Hilary’s thirst for knowledge obviously brought considerable psychological pressure upon her.

To the point that when Fu Qian offered the doll again, she seemed too weak to accept it.

Fu Qian didn’t insist, understandingly placing it back in its original position.

A stranger bringing a doll identical to oneself is bizarre enough, and the purpose, as it turns out, is to use one’s flesh to make another new one.

Even believers find it hard to remain unshaken.

"So... you came to kill me?"

Her eyes involuntarily followed the doll, and after a moment of silence, Hilary returned to her senses and slowly asked Fu Qian.

Perhaps it was the power of faith finally at play, but after the initial shock, she neither fled nor struck first.

"That depends on the situation."

Fu Qian didn’t offer meaningless comfort but rather thought seriously for a moment.

"Because there are four of such tools, theoretically speaking, I can also try selecting other targets."

...

What Fu Qian mentioned was undoubtedly Miss Bride and others.

Unfortunately, this statement seemed to place even more psychological pressure on Hilary.

After all, the only sliver of hope here is realized through something akin to death transference.

And even though Fu Qian’s tone was calm, it still made one unable to doubt the truthfulness of his statement.

"Who are the other four people?"

Ultimately, Hilary showed her tenacity.

She even inquired while advancing rather than retreating, moving to a seat opposite Fu Qian and sitting down slowly.

"I don’t know their names, but there is a middle-aged man with a felt hat, a neatly dressed old lady, a strong young man dressed like a miner, and an even younger, slightly fervent bride..."

Without refusing the request, Fu Qian recalled the scenes from the healing Dream, briefly introducing the four auxiliary figures.

"From just that, I’m not sure who you’re referring to—"

Listening intently, Hilary’s gaze flickered slightly before she finally shook her head.

"The one wearing the hat was sitting where you are now, and here."

However, her moment of helplessness was instantly interrupted by Fu Qian.

Nodding towards Hilary’s feet, Fu Qian then turned around, pointing continuously in three directions.

"Here, and here as well..."

"I saw them in a very special Dream; they gathered in this building, clearly devoted followers of Lord Akons. Does this help you remember something?"

...

"Devout followers... that’s what they told you?"

It was evident that this added explanation deeply affected Hilary, causing her to emotionally repeat Fu Qian’s words.

"Yes, most of them were still very eager, so I had a brief conversation with them..."

Fu Qian nodded earnestly.

"The one sitting where you are appeared almost unable to resist clinging to the statue, moving with steadfast faith."

Ha ha...

Though near silent, there was a discernible sense of amusement from Hilary.

"That certainly paints a beautiful picture... But if so, where did I sit in that Dream?"

Next, she even asked with a degree of immersion.

"You’re not here; you’re below."

...

"To be honest, they seemed somewhat skeptical of your faith in Lord Akons, disdainful of associating with you."

...

Sowing discord effectively focuses on critical points.

Fu Qian believed that if it were just a few derogatory comments, it would likely have little effect on Hilary, who had held out for so long alone.

However, loyal followers having their faith questioned—especially by less faithful apostates—undoubtedly packed a different level of impact.

Coupled with the notion of death replacement earlier, Fu Qian was undoubtedly intrigued by what changes Hilary’s reactions would undergo.

Walking along, there were subtle signs indicating that this place seemed like a town established due to mining.

On one hand, it explained the attire of the despondent gentleman, and on the other hand, places like this generally had simpler social structures.

This abandoned faith undoubtedly played a significant role in its operation.

Thus, Fu Qian considered it not a waste to apply some pressure to this steadfast individual.

"Is that really what they said? I’m actually not too surprised..."

Although it seemed to backfire.

After a long, wax-like silence, when Hilary spoke again, she wasn’t more agitated; instead, she entered a state of tranquil acceptance.

"An eternal, unanswered call is a more painful experience than facing the Abyss head-on, especially when you reside within Darkness."

She didn’t angrily reveal the addresses or names of the apostates for Fu Qian to execute them; instead, she expressed understanding for their feelings.

"This place is already dead, even including its name..."

"Fewer people remain, and everything is deteriorating and decaying. I can’t remember the date for a long time... Eventually, Darkness will swallow everything."

Hilary slowly shook her head while gazing through the stained glass at the pitch Black night outside.

...

Not bad, somewhat like a Saint.

Indeed, it’s not enough to hold out in decay solely on fervor.

"But you still stayed behind."

Though Hilary’s response as a last Faithful was overly calm, Fu Qian didn’t mind. He even followed her gaze outside.

"Moreover, I heard this is not just a simple irregular day-night switch; when Darkness falls, some special Creation wanders within it. Its name can’t even be spoken. Do you know this... or its name?"

Fu Qian seemingly placed high hopes on her.

"I don’t know... I’ve never walked in the night."

Unfortunately, Hilary instantly shook her head calmly and firmly.

"Although I indeed heard some peculiar sounds, they were clearly all human voices. That cannot prove your claim, let alone provide a name."

"Makes sense."

Fu Qian also fully agreed with this statement, but next, he blinked, and his expression suddenly turned eerie.

"So—do you know my name?"

"You..."

Initially, she seemed unable to understand why Fu Qian posed this question alongside the others. But the next moment, Hilary’s pupils dilated sharply as she realized the other came from the Darkness.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t time to say anything more; her face, along with the black veil, was shattered to pieces by an invisible force.

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