Cloud Thinking

The next day, Helia was awakened by a warm thing in her arms. She groaned twice, struggled to open her eyelids, pulled away the quilt covering her body and looked into her arms. She found a familiar ball of black hair. At the same time, the guy who was staring at the messy black hair also raised his head and looked at her. The pair of dark red eyes scared her so much that she almost slapped him.

"Rogue!" Helia cursed, pushing the person in her arms away and pulling the quilt to back away. No matter what, she was still an underage girl. Even if Jepas had turned into a child, he was actually an adult who had lived for a long time!

Stinking rogue! ! !

"Sister... it hurts..." Helia kicked Jepas several times as she backed away. He curled up and covered his stomach. The quilt covering his body was torn off, revealing his small body.

"What? I'm sorry I didn't hold back..." Hearing him cry out in pain, Helia pulled aside the blanket and crawled over, putting her hand on Jepas' back and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

As a result, the boy who was crying out in pain just now suddenly rushed over, hugged her waist, half of his body leaned against her, and said coquettishly: "Sister, sister, don't push me away, I'm very good."

"You're good?" Helia touched his ear from his messy hair and pulled it hard. "Whose good kid would sneak into a girl's bed? Ah! Your parents didn't teach you, did they?"

"I was kicked out of the house by my family when I was very young." Jepas said sullenly.

Helia: ...

Damn me!

No! Even if no adults teach you, you can't just crawl into a girl's bed! This guy is playing the victim again!

"Then I'll teach you now! If you do it again, I'll kick you off the bed!" Helia's strength did not decrease. She was not angry, but she inexplicably felt that the child had grown crooked.

"Yeah, yeah! I get it!" He said so, but he still stayed on Helia. "By the way, sister, the story you told last night was really interesting. I haven't slept so well in a long time. Can you tell me more tonight?"

"If you behave yourself, I'll consider it." Helia pushed his head away with great effort. Jepas was too close to her and she felt a little uncomfortable.

"I've always been very good, right?" Jepas had to let go, to show that he was really very good and obedient.

"Go away, damn it." Helia couldn't help but curse, and got out of bed to eat. She was hungry.

The reason why she didn't choose to escape last night was because she was sure she couldn't escape. She had long guessed that Qiqi was definitely not asleep, but was pretending to be asleep in order to test whether she would take the opportunity to escape. If she was caught and ran away, she would definitely be under strict supervision in the days before the festival, and might even be abused, and then she would definitely not be able to escape.

It would be better to take this opportunity to let them relax their vigilance. If the time is almost up and she still has no idea about that damn power, then she can plan an escape plan.

It's death anyway, she would rather die for freedom than die on a cold altar.

During the period of "house arrest", she also went to see Ian Hill. Tarod did not make things difficult for him. Although he was locked up in a dungeon, he at least had food, drink and a bed to sleep in. But his spirits were a little poor, a bit like a rich boy who was down and out.

"Your Highness Helia, they didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" When he saw Helia coming to visit him, his first words were actually about his concern for her. It was unclear whether he was sincere or hypocritical.

"No, what about you?" Helia asked someone for a small stool and sat outside the cell, intending to chat with him for a while, expressing her humanistic concern while also explaining her funeral arrangements.

Ian Hill forced a smile and brushed off the grass stuck to his body, looking miserable and humiliated. "I'm fine. They didn't make things difficult for me. They just locked me up here."

Helia: But you don't look well...

Ianhill looked around and confirmed that he and Helia were the only ones here. He quickly walked to the railing, held on to it tightly, and said in a serious voice, "Your Highness, have you found a way to escape? I don't deserve to die, but you can't stay here. These cultists are all crazy!"

Helia shook her head and frowned, "This place is too big, the terrain is complicated, and there are believers patrolling everywhere. I am also being watched by the two bishops, and I can't find a way to escape."

"Perhaps, do you have any good ideas?"

Until now, she was still not sure why Ian Hill was involved in this matter. At first glance, she would think that he was innocent and was involved inexplicably. However, Helia carefully thought about his several actions, whether it was coming to the library to find books, going to the Duru Orphanage with her, borrowing books later, introducing her to the Morrogan religion, and finally the dance he invited her to dance at the birthday party.

Every time, he seemed passive, but in fact he was active. He had always been involved in her affairs in an unobtrusive way, which forced Helia to think about his purpose and motives.

At first, she thought he was in league with the Morrogan Cult, and of course, this suspicion has not been ruled out yet, but Helia felt that he was a fourth force independent of the royal family, the Morrogan Cult, and Hawke.

She always felt a vague sense of disharmony in Ian Hill, and she could occasionally sense that inhuman aura. So she wondered if this guy was sent by a god she had offended to try to murder her.

It is true that the gods cannot interfere with royal power in the mortal world, but as long as Helia dies at the hands of a human, it will not be considered that they are interfering with royal affairs, right?

They used the tactic of killing with a borrowed knife very well and very smoothly.

I thought this guy would be able to say something useful, but in the end, he just sat down on the ground in despair, smiled helplessly and said, "Your Highness Helia, I'm sorry, I'm too weak to help you at all. But I still have a worthless life. If you need a scapegoat when you escape, I am willing to sacrifice my life for you, as long as Your Highness can leave here."

Helia: But I've already done that, and you were captured before you could be of any use, useless thing.

"You can be as good as ten people. Why are you dragged in as a scapegoat..." Helia complained speechlessly, but suddenly remembered why she came here. She put her legs down again, looked at the other person seriously, and nodded her head. "What I need now is your wisdom. How much do you know about the two archbishops?"

"If we can find their weakness, maybe the two of us can actually escape."

"And the key to the escape plan lies in you."

Ian Hill was silent at first, then he pretended to be thinking seriously, while Helia crossed her legs again, rested one hand on her raised knee, stared at people with her chin in her hand, and then her feet shook restlessly, looking like an unemployed vagrant at the entrance of the village with nothing to do.

After waiting for a long time, she heard the other party slowly say: "I heard that the god of Morogen sometimes loses control and kills his own believers by mistake. Your Highness may try to use the hand of the god to get rid of it..."

Before he could finish his words, Helia interrupted him: "He has fallen into a deep sleep. The one in power now is Qiqi, which is why he enjoys the status of a god."

"How much do you know about the Morogen god? What authority does he hold?"

"Well... not much. I only know that He became a god from a human body. He is the only one I have ever heard of who succeeded in becoming a god." Ian Hill replied, "But, He seems to be a defective product."

"I have no idea about the authority He holds. I only know that where He appears, the line between life and death becomes blurred. The dead are resurrected, and the living die."

“Death is controlled by Him. He can precisely control when, where, and how a person dies. That’s why some people say He controls the beauty of death, the art of death.”

"Control...?" Helia felt as if she had touched upon the truth and repeated it uncertainly.

"That's right, Your Highness should still remember how the god of the Morrogan religion became famous, right?" Ianhill said.

Helia nodded. "It's a corpse show."

"When he was still a human, every time he killed someone, he would follow a certain ritual. It can even be said that every corpse he handled contained a special meaning and was twisted into the appearance he wanted." Ian Hill continued, "And the so-called holy days of the Morrogan religion are also because of this god. He would only kill people on odd-numbered days, and even accurately controlled the time when the deceased would die to the second."

"He has a great desire to control those he has put to death with his own hands."

Helia snorted and chuckled twice, and suddenly she realized something was wrong. When facing Wednesday and Sunday, she always seemed to lose control of her emotions. When facing Tarod, she couldn't help getting angry, even though the other party was gentle and polite to her, she couldn't control her temper, and her words were inevitably sarcastic; and when facing Sunday, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. Of course, this was because she was soft-hearted, but don't forget that Helia was very afraid of this man.

So why, when facing a person who is extremely threatening, I always inexplicably let down my guard and sympathize with such a person? Not to mention that this guy is the archbishop of the Morogen cult, and he must have done a lot of bad things. Even if he hadn't been kidnapped, Helia would not let these guys go easily. But when facing Jepas, I repeatedly felt sympathy for him. This is very, very strange, at least it doesn't match her original personality.

So, is it control? Control of my emotions?

"Thank you, Ian Hill, I think I have some idea. I'll come to see you another day." Helia got the clue she wanted, got up and left in a hurry, ignoring Ian Hill who was still trying to act.

She returned to the room where the action records were kept before, but she had sneaked in before. This time, she walked in openly in front of a group of believers, turned on the lights and rummaged through the documents they had stacked up, completely ignoring the piercing gazes that were like needles falling on her back.

"Found it." Helia found a dusty diary in the box at the bottom. It was as thick as a brick, and the dark brown and somewhat bumpy cover exuded the unique smell of old books, but Helia, with her dog nose, could also smell a faint smell of blood hidden in it. There was a line of beautiful words written in the lower right corner of the cover. She wiped away the dust and easily identified what was written - Osinoto Santak, the real name of the god worshipped by the Morogen religion.

Helia tucked the diary under her armpit, ready to take it back to her room and read it slowly, but when she turned around, she met those dark red eyes, and Helia was so scared that she almost slapped them.

"Sister, what are you looking for? Just shout and ask the people to find it. Don't make yourself so dirty." The grown-up version of Jepas raised his hand to brush off the dust on Helia's shoulders, frowning slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with Helia's dirty appearance.

"I've found it. I'm going to go back and take a shower first." Helia dodged his hand that was trying to touch her, held the diary in her arms, smiled and walked past him, quickly fleeing the scene.

Jepas looked at his hand hanging in the air, took it back with a cold face, and twisted his fingers very vigorously. The sticky malice emanated from his body in the form of black mist, as if venting his bad mood, and instantly flooded the entire room.

Helia asked for a pen and paper, and carefully read through Osinoto's diary page by page, writing down the points that she thought were suspicious. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't even notice someone coming behind her.

She made many small movements when she was reading and thinking, such as biting her fingers, biting her pen, biting her lips, scratching her scalp, etc. The people behind her almost couldn't help laughing out loud several times. It was not until her stomach growled that Helia realized it was late. She tore off half a piece of paper and put it between the pages she was reading. She put down her pen and stretched her body. She was about to have dinner, but when she turned around, she saw Jepas sitting behind her with his legs crossed and staring at her.

Seeing her looking over, Jepas smiled and greeted her: "Sister, you were reading so hard that you didn't even notice me coming."

"Uh... excuse me?" Helia felt a little embarrassed. Ever since she realized that the other party was very likely controlling her, Helia returned to her original fear of him. Specifically, she was very resistant to physical contact with him, would run away when they met, avoid his sight, and so on.

"Well, I'm a little hungry. Let me go eat first. We can talk later if there's anything." She distanced herself from Jepas, intending to go around him and leave. But after running only two steps, she was grabbed by the arm with such force that it hurt so much that she suspected that the other person was going to break her arm.

"Sister, I told you not to ignore me, not to neglect me, not to dislike me, or I'll be very sad." Jepas's red eyes were filled with madness. He pulled Helia to him and leaned down slightly until her breath could be heard. "I don't want to treat you like this, sister. Don't force me."

Helia didn't know why the situation suddenly developed into the plot of a melodramatic idol drama at 8:30. After listening to Jepas's words, a series of words such as "yandere", "domineering", "forced love", "dark guy", "she runs away and he chases her and she can't escape even if she has wings" emerged in her mind uncontrollably, shocking her to the point of being dumbfounded.

So, is she going to play the role of a pure and strong little white flower, angrily saying to the domineering boss who tried to rob her, "It hurts, let go", "I never liked you at all", "I don't want your dirty money", etc.?

With all due respect, even if she was nominated for an Oscar, she couldn't say these lines now.

So, her stomach, which had embarrassed her so many times, finally came in handy this time. It growled loudly and long. While the other party was stunned, Helia took a step back, smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm really hungry."

Only then did Jepas put away his "dominant aura" that made Helia thunder, took Helia's hand, and walked her out of the house without saying a word, probably to take her to eat.

At this time, Helia did not dare to resist. She would rather be killed by the other party than to see him go crazy again. He said those words that made her scalp tingle. The smell of dog blood was too strong and she felt a little nauseous.

After finally finishing a silent meal, Helia planned to go back and continue looking through Osinoto's diary, but before leaving, she glanced at Jepas who was sitting there sulking with a gloomy expression. After hesitating for a while, she decided to comfort him first, so as to avoid having to see his sour face in the next few days and worrying about him torturing her.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been in a good mood recently. It may be because I have been locked up for too long. Normally, I would go out for a walk, but the situation is special now." Helia explained, "I was afraid that I would vent my anger on you, so I avoided you. It's not that I don't like you."

Jepas lowered his arms, which meant that he was not as angry as before, but he still kept his mouth shut and did not look at her, as if he wanted to "coax me again."

But Helia had no intention of coaxing him anymore. Instead, she changed her gentle attitude and started to go crazy. She suddenly grabbed Jepas' neck with both hands and said coldly, "I told you that I'm in a bad mood recently. Don't you understand?"

"You captured me and trapped me here. You keep me like a dog and want me to do whatever you want. You monitor me like a pervert. Who do you think I am? I am the princess of the Otis Empire and my father is the emperor of the empire. Why do you treat me like this?"

"I'm just a piece of trash hiding in the corners. How dare you do this to me? Huh?"

"It's always been others who try to please me. Who the hell do you think you are? Why do you want me to kowtow to you? Huh?"

Perhaps because he had never seen Helia like this before, Jepas was obviously stunned, stunned, and stupid. The hand that was pinching his neck tightened little by little, so tight that he could not breathe at all. Even though he was a dead man with no heartbeat, the feeling of suffocation was not good, but he did not resist.

Obviously, he could knock over Helia, who was as weak as a piece of paper, by just raising his hand, but he didn't move. Instead, he stared at Helia with a hideous face. Haha, even though she said such words and had such a crazy expression, he still thought his princess sister was so beautiful, dazzlingly beautiful.

I really want to possess her completely...