Chapter 94
94: The Rupture and Death
That was the first time I drank alcohol in my life, and also the only time.
The cool liquid went down, and I only felt my mouth burning, with a slight bitter taste and a faint trace of sweetness. It wasn't as delicious as adults claimed it was, but perhaps I was simply born unsuited for drinking, which was why I felt this way? However, after having this experience with alcohol, I never wanted to try it a second time. Therefore, after drinking the wine Jasmine handed me, I didn't drink Father's glass.
Father didn't seem particularly angry though. On the contrary, a faint smile hung on his face.
Not long after drinking the wine Jasmine gave me, I began to notice something wrong with my body. At first, it was just a slight dizziness, so I thought I was simply a bit drunk due to my poor alcohol tolerance and didn't pay much attention to it. However, as time passed, this dizziness became increasingly severe, my body started growing hotter and hotter, and even my consciousness became somewhat blurred.
I didn't know what was happening to me, so I asked Father for permission to leave and returned to my room in the cathedral to rest.
At that time, I still thought this was just ordinary drunkenness, so I tried to use magic power to burn off the alcohol in my body. However, the more I circulated the magic power within me, the more severe the dizziness and burning sensation became. In the end, I even lost the ability to control my own body, collapsing powerlessly onto the bed like a pitiful, exquisite doll.
Only then did I have to believe that my current condition wasn't drunkenness, but that I had been drugged.
As for who drugged me, it could only be Jasmine, who had handed me that glass of wine. She had put drugs in the wine.
At the same time, the most terrible thing happened. My room door was violently opened. It was that hedonistic young man who had confessed to me before. He held the key to my room, looking triumphantly at me, who had already completely lost the ability to resist.
The key to my room, besides me, only Jasmine and Father had. Father couldn't possibly harm me. Therefore, the one who did this could only be Jasmine, who had drugged my wine earlier.
The position of Saint must be inherited by a pure nun who has not been touched by worldly affairs. Jasmine's purpose in doing this was already obvious. She wanted to use this despicable means to make me lose my qualification to compete with her for the Saint position. In this way, the position of Saint would be something she could easily obtain.
Ah... I still can't understand to this day, why? Why was Jasmine, that woman, so heartless? I was clearly her own biological sister! Why? Was that Saint position really so important? Important enough that she would exchange her own biological sister for it?
I lay on the bed in despair at that time. If it were normal circumstances, that bastard who didn't even have magic power, let alone magic, how could he possibly have the opportunity to do such a thing to me!? But at that time, due to the drug's effects, I couldn't use magic power, and I couldn't even move my body. I could only watch helplessly as he got closer and closer to me...
He stood triumphantly by my bed, arrogantly playing with the key in his hand. He told me this key was personally given to him by my sister Jasmine. In exchange, after Jasmine ascended to the Saint position in the future, his father would firmly stand on her side and Cardinal Howard's side.
Then, he began violently tearing at the clothes on my body. While tearing, he cursed me, calling me a slut, saying I was deliberately pretending to be pure... I was terrified and tried my best to resist. But the drug Jasmine had given me was likely a high-level magic potion. Even I, who was called a genius punishment nun, after being drugged, could only let myself be slaughtered like a helpless lamb.
Heh, my dear sister, for my sake, she really spent a lot of money!
What was somewhat ridiculous was that because the nun habit I wore was specially made by the Church, that bastard who was an ordinary person tore at it for a long time without being able to tear it open. If I could have recovered just a tiny bit of strength at that time, just a tiny bit would have been enough, I could have directly kicked this guy in front of me away. But the problem was, at that time, my consciousness was about to completely disappear. I failed to seize this only opportunity.
In the last moment when my consciousness remained, I heard my room door being opened again. Then a large expanse of bright red danced before my eyes. Hot liquid dripped onto my face. I only felt an inexplicable warmth slowly flowing on my cheek. Then, I completely lost consciousness.
In a daze, I seemed to hear someone calling my name.
When I woke up again, what came into view was Father's anxious expression. Seeing me wake up, Father immediately burst into tears of joy. While tightly hugging me, he kept apologizing to me.
Words like "I'm sorry, Father came too late" and "I regret not detecting the abnormality in that child Jasmine in time" entered my ears. The small crack in my heart that had originally formed because of Jasmine's betrayal was smoothed over at this moment. It was also at that time that I secretly vowed in my heart that from now on, Jasmine would no longer be my sister. My only family in this world was Father alone.
I slowly turned my head and saw the corpse of that hedonistic young man quietly lying to the side. On his body was a penetrating wound that was probably caused by a black sword.
After my emotions gradually stabilized, Father told me with a serious face that Jasmine's behavior this time was very serious. He had to go find her and question her clearly. During this time, he hoped I would stay in my room and not go anywhere.
Although I didn't know why, I still agreed to Father.
I watched Father's tall figure slowly leave, my heart filled with worship and respect for Father. But I never imagined that would be the last time I would see him.
That night, the old Pope personally came to my room and told me with a serious expression that my father was dead.
I couldn't believe this fact. I rushed frantically toward the center of the cathedral. There, my father's remains lay quietly on the altar. He had been killed by a power completely opposed to the sacred God-given Magic. It was something similar to dark magic, yet entirely different from it. Death Magic, that's what everyone in the Church generally called it.
Jasmine stood beside Father's corpse, looking coldly at the body on the ground, as if looking at an enemy.
I knew it was Jasmine who had killed Father, so I rushed forward like a madman to question her. But I was stopped by Cardinal Nero. He told me this had nothing to do with Jasmine, that my father had brought this upon himself by dealing with heretics and was ultimately killed by the backlash of Death Magic.
But how could I possibly believe such a clumsy excuse? Yet what I never expected was that the old Pope actually believed such an obvious lie.
From then on, I was completely disillusioned with the Holy Church.