Chapter 453: You Cant Even Convince Me
Lise Deya: “We don’t really understand it either; we can only speculate. Perhaps it is because Nina and I were born with… well, using the Observer’s words, we have an extremely deep Bond. The stronger the Bond, the more empowered the fate transfer becomes. If an ordinary person can only receive 100% of an Unrelated’s fate, then maybe we can get 1000% of Nina’s.”
“Even now, if I close my eyes, I can still recall Nina’s childhood look, covered in mud. Perhaps it is precisely because of our Bond that we were chosen by the Sorceress as the First Gospel and the Unrelated.”
“This is why we have to escape the Tower-not just to break free from the fate of the First Gospel, but to save Nina! She is probably already at the top of the Ranking of the Unrelated, and if we don’t rescue her, she will undoubtedly die as an Unrelated!”
“But we have no power to resist the Sorceress, nor can we invade the Royal Palace to save Nina. Our original plan was to somehow capture the Divine Sovereign’s Wish and then wish to abolish the Ranking of the Unrelated. That way, not only can Nina be saved, but there will never again be sisters as sorrowful as us!”
From birth, Lise Deya and Nikki Nalu were twins immersed in sin and pain. Nina bore all the pain, while Deya bore all the guilt.
Since the day they were separated, she lived on another girl’s grief.
From the start, it was destined that on the day Lise Deya became queen, the gem in the crown would be the last drop of Nikki Nalu’s blood.
So, upon learning the truth, Deya couldn’t bear the torment of her conscience. Crushed by the pressure, in her desperation she summoned the Masked spirit, urgently splitting into the White Queen, Black Butler, Scarlet Dead Apostles and the like to share the pain, like fish struggling to breathe air can only console each other by being close.
And because of this, although Deya constantly called her grandmother an old witch, she did not resent her grandmother. Because she knew that fifty years ago, her grandmother went through the same ordeal as she did; the only difference being that her grandmother never knew the truth from beginning to end.