Chapter 162 - Chapter 162: Chapter 155 The End of the Road for Irene (1/2)

Chapter 162: Chapter 155 The End of the Road for Irene

A new ritual was about to begin, and Chris headed to the study in the manor that belonged solely to his wife, to notify her, as usual, to go to the basement of the estate.

Upon entering the study, Chris quickly saw his wife, Vanessa, engrossed in writing something, her brows furrowed and the pain in her eyes was undeniable.

She had been anxious and worried as of late, unable to relax her brows, as though pondering some profound matter.

“Chris?”

Vanessa gently lifted her head.

Chris slowly approached, reaching out to caress his wife’s hair, gazing into Vanessa’s beautiful eyes, wanting to understand what tormented her so.

“Chris, I know what you want to ask.”

Vanessa, as if telepathically in tune with Chris, knew what lay deep in his heart, her smile bitter, her eyes filled with defiance, pain, and sorrow.

“I’ve just suddenly realized the reason I can’t make further progress on the 2nd Rank.”

“It turns out, I have changed without realizing it.”

After giving birth to the twins, she became increasingly aware of the affairs of the Fischer family, and Vanessa ultimately chose to silently accept even the darkest of these affairs.

Because her own husband was the one in the family responsible for the most innocent bloodshed!

She had always had a feeling, yet she never pondered it deeply, deceiving herself in the depths of her heart.

From that moment, Vanessa had broken the principles deep within her own heart.

Thus, she could no longer make any progress on the Path of World Order.

Lately, Vanessa kept recalling the day when Chris was promoted to “Sin Executioner.”

The sudden appearance of the black Fire of Sin, even she instinctively feared it, and from that time on, she could no longer deceive herself.

The man who once spoke only of justice had now become a hypocritical liar!

Chris remained silent for a long time before finally embracing Vanessa, who was smiling through her pain.

“I’m sorry.”

——

Lilian was in the yard, playing with the magic beast that looked like a double-headed turtle.

The former Lilian fed “turtle” beans, but now she had finally figured out that this magic beast preferred the meat of birds, so she switched to feeding it meatballs made from chicken and beans.

“Good.”

She smiled as she played with the turtle, and after a while, a female servant approached and said with her head bowed respectfully:

“Miss Lilian, Madam Irene has requested your presence.”

“Alright, I’ll be right there, thank you for letting me know.”

Lilian nodded politely, then followed the smiling servant to Aunt Irene’s door.

She waited quietly for Aunt Irene to appear, mentally prepared for what was to come.

“Lilian, how have you gotten on with the things I asked you to memorize a few days ago?”

After the servant had left, Irene looked at Lilian calmly and seriously, as the young girl nodded gently and said earnestly:

“I have memorized the entire hymn of praise to the gods, Aunt Irene, I can sing it for you.”

Irene reached out, gently caressing the girl’s hair, and said indifferently:

“Very good, Lilian, you are to replace me as the new Priest of the family; the future of the Fischer family will be guided by your hands. You must believe more sincerely in the great Lord of the Lost.”

“Yes, I understand, Aunt Irene.”

Lilian was obedient, showing none of the mischief or impishness of children, always smiling respectfully.

Irene watched her calmly, sensing that Lilian was just too obedient.

Perhaps compared to her brother Darren Fischer, Lilian Fischer, as the sister, was even more hypocritical. Although still a child, she had already learned to ingratiate herself with adults by always being well-behaved.

If you were an ordinary person, you might not notice anything wrong with Lilian’s character.

But Irene, having dealt with all sorts of children for over twenty years, knew all too well what kind of characters they possessed.

Lilian, she wasn’t truly devout yet; she just accepted the faith in the Lord of the Lost.

In a different environment, Lilian could well be a follower of other gods. Essentially, she didn’t recognize the greatness of the Lord of the Lost compared to the heretic false gods.

Because she was acutely aware that her family expected her to become a Priest, and if she couldn’t fulfill this expectation, everyone around her would be disappointed.

So, Lilian strove to meet people’s expectations.

Irene couldn’t help but think that compared to the overly self-centered Darren, Lilian was too keen on pleasing others; in a sense, their personalities were polar opposites.

Indeed, many people lived like this, surviving by constantly pleasing others, and she was well aware of this.

However, if she were to truly become the Priest leading the entire Dawn Church, the extent of Lilian’s devotion couldn’t just stop here.

Irene mused silently, perhaps another event was needed to truly change this well-behaved child.