234 Azazel
Selma Payne’s POV:
I stared at him. “What the hell did you do?!”
The archpriest laughed complacently. With a wave of his hand, ice, snow, and rocks formed several carriages.
“I’ve said it before. You must atone for my lord’s sins with eternal time.” He waved his hand again, and the confused wolves obediently put themselves on the carriage. It would be best if you were happy from the bottom of your hearts that you have become the pulling horses of the divine carriage.
I couldn’t hold back the urge to curse out loud, but I didn’t even have the strength to open my mouth.
The archpriest directed everyone to get on the carriage and drove the witches, who seemed to be sacrifices, to the most gorgeous carriage driven by a she-wolf. Locke kicked me when he passed by and asked, “What should we do with this girl?”
“Take her with you,” the priest said. “I can feel she’s still a virgin in her blood, which makes her a good candidate for my lord’s one-night bride.”
“Her? No man would be able to take this tattered appearance.”
“Shut up! Don’t use your filthy words to insult the greatness of my lord! He led everything that had existed, and all reality had his instructions. We don’t have the right to deal with it on behalf of my master. We need to bring her to my master for trial.”
Locke pouted and obediently threw me into a carriage.
There were only two people in this narrow stone carriage. One was me, and the other was Yuri.
Upon seeing me, Yuri laughed maliciously. “Look who this is-our great Captain Selma. What, a noble lady of noble blood, actually made herself look so embarrassed? You’re not even worthy of carrying my master’s shoes! You won’t be a bride overnight. You won’t even live past tonight.”
I wanted to jump up and bite this vicious villain to death, but the reality was that I could only lie on the cold stone and die. I could see blood oozing out of the wounds all over my body, but I couldn’t feel any pain. I thought my spine had probably been shattered, which was the fundamental reason my brain lost contact with my body.
I wondered if the werewolves’ powerful recovery ability could restore a flour-like spine.
At this critical moment, I could only think about how to find joy amid suffering.
“Don’t look at me like that, miss.” Yuri kicked me. “You’re looking at me like I’m some unpardonable traitor. But you have to be clear that you were the ones who kicked me out first, deprived me of my status, honor, and credit, and stepped on me like a bug, not allowing me to rise. You treat me as a stain and wish I had never appeared. Since that’s the case, why should I wag my tail and beg for pity from my enemy? The world is so big, there must be a place for me, for example, a human.”
“You asked for it,” I snarled. “Because you’re a bug scoundrel.”
Yuri kicked me in the chest. I heard a crack, probably a broken rib. But I couldn’t feel any pain.
“Alright, you stubborn little girl.” Yuri suppressed his anger. “You can try to show off again, but when we reach my master’s palace, all you can do is scream in fear!”
“A palace?” I sneered. “You guys call the seal a palace. This is a typical heretic way of self-consolation.”
“You’ve guessed it. That’s right, the place you have disrespectfully called the devil’s seal is my master’s temporary palace. Continue to be stubborn, Selma. I can’t wait to see you wet your pants before my lord.”
The long convoy was like a centipede walking on a wool blanket. Strange and eerie music came from its limbs, carrying heavy sins into the darkness in the distance.
Yuri hummed an unknown tune to the music, repeatedly singing praises to the so-called ‘Lord’.
I felt that I had recovered some of my strength. “Who is your Lord?”
“It’s too late to convert now. The turkey on the table is not qualified to believe in my lord,” Yuri said disdainfully.
“At least let me be a ghost with an understanding.”
“Are you begging me?” he suddenly became interested. “It’s so strange. Even the high and mighty nobles know how to bow their heads in prayer?”
“Yes,” I replied calmly. “I’m indeed begging you, Yuri. I know that I’m not going to escape death tonight. At least let me know his name so I can tell the Moon Goddess about my life after I die.”
Yuri suddenly burst out laughing.
“What a naive girl! I’m starting to pity you!” He grabbed my face roughly. “Are you still fantasizing about enjoying life after death? Stop dreaming! Whether you become a one-night bride or a little dessert, you will forever be my master’s slave. Whether alive or dead, you will never be able to escape!”
“This is the great, greedy, vicious god of original sin, Azazel. He will have it for a lifetime if he has it now!”
Looking at Yuri’s deranged face, I didn’t have any reaction. I even felt like laughing.
How did this idiot pass the warrior assessment? Even a three-year-old child could easily get information out of him.