Who knows? This person's fragments of consciousness have been following me

On the night of the coming-of-age ceremony, the saint came to the saint's room and shared the good news with him.

"The coming-of-age ceremony ended perfectly." The saint looked very happy with a smile in her eyes.

The Holy Lord was also sincerely happy for his daughter: "Unconsciously, you have grown up so much."

The saint nodded and said, "Father, I have come of age and I have good news to tell you."

The Holy Lord smiled kindly and asked, "What good news?"

The saint called the female knight at the door to come in: "Samantha."

The Holy Lord looked at Samantha with a puzzled look on his face as she walked in, and then knelt down in front of the Saint.

The Saint said, "Stand up."

Samantha stood up slowly.

She looked at the Saint tenderly and said softly, "Your Highness."

The Holy Lord felt something was wrong: "Lucy, didn't you want to tell me good news?"

The Saint took Samantha's hand and smiled faintly at the Saint: "Father, I can be with the person I like. Isn't this good news?"

The Holy Lord's eyes wandered back and forth between the Saint and Samantha, finally settling on their tightly clasped hands: "Do you like her?"

The saint nodded: "Yes, father."

The Holy Lord's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger: "Lucy, do you like Samantha?"

"Ah."

The Holy Lord roared: "Asshole!"

The saint's eyes gradually became mocking: "Father, Samantha and I were going to give you a big surprise on the night of your coming of age."

"We will do something in front of you." The Saint looked at the Saint's slightly changed expression and raised the corners of her lips. "We will use strong stimulation to make you angry and lose control of your emotions. In the end, you will not be able to recover and fall unconscious."

"When you wake up, you will find yourself lying in bed unable to move."

The Holy Lord's breathing gradually quickened.

"At this point, Otis and I have achieved our goal."

The Holy Lord breathed rapidly, his eyes widened: "It's you!"

"Yes, it was us." The Saint let go of Samantha's hand and gently sat down on the bed. "We poisoned her intermittently for many years."

“Because we don’t poison every day, no one ever noticed the problem.”

“Although the waiting and patience are very long, it is worth it.”

"It's worth it." The saint's eyes darkened, "I look forward to your death every day, and now my wish is finally coming true."

"I want to thank the man named Lin Chao. If it weren't for him, it would take us some effort to bring you down."

The Holy Lord was so angry that his head was spinning: "I am your father! Just because I am strict with you, you are going to kill me?"

"Lucy! You are a beast! How dare you kill me!"

The Saint's voice suddenly rose: "You are the beast!"

The Holy Lord's face flushed: "Lucy!"

The Saint stood up, her eyes full of hatred: "You dealt with everyone involved that day, thinking that no one would know the truth."

Doubt appeared in the Holy Lord's angry eyes: "That day?"

The Saint sneered: "Yes, after you dealt with the people, no one knew that you went to that room. Similarly, no one knew that I went into that room before you!"

The Holy Lord was completely confused: "What are you talking about?"

"I hid in the closet and saw the whole process." The saint's voice trembled slightly.

The Holy Lord saw the hatred in the Saint's eyes. He had no idea when he had offended his daughter. "What did you see?"

The saint took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words: "Mom."

The Holy Lord's pupils suddenly shrank and his face turned pale in an instant, "You are in the closet?"

If that was the case, he could understand why his daughter hated him so much.

Because he killed that woman with his own hands.

Misty eyes gathered in the saint's eyes, "That night, I sneaked to my mother's place and wanted to sleep with her."

"But I didn't expect you to come."

"You've always been very strict with me. I was afraid you would be angry if you saw me in mom's room, so I hid in the closet with mom's help."

"In order to prevent you from finding me, Mom cast a magic barrier on the closet."

"So I couldn't get out and save my mother."

"You can't hear me cry when I break down."

Lucy's mother Natasha opened the door and coldly let the Holy Lord into the room. Her face was full of sarcasm: "What are you doing here?"

The Holy Lord glanced around the room, walked up to Natasha and stood in front of her: "Did you go to my place yesterday?"

Natasha's expression changed slightly, and after a while, she sneered: "I didn't expect you to be such a disgusting person."

The Holy Lord had a gentle smile on his face: "Did you see everything?"

"Heh." Natasha sneered, "Kyle, you can like men, but you can't force others. I remember that little boy, he was a very good kid, you completely ruined him by doing this."

The Holy Lord chuckled: "I am the Holy Lord, I am the center of the world. I like him, he is lucky."

"I will give him money afterwards, so how can I say that I ruined him?"

Natasha was very angry: "His family is not poor!"

The smile on the Holy Lord's face faded: "Natasha, your power of light has been transmitted to Lucy."

Natasha felt something was wrong and took a step back.

"You are no longer worth living." The Holy Lord said, using the power of light to attack Natasha.

Although Natasha defended herself immediately, she was still unable to withstand the powerful force. She fell to the ground, holding her chest and spitting out blood.

Thinking about the current situation, she subconsciously wanted to look at the closet, but she forced herself to hold back.

She restrained her edge and said weakly: "Kyle, if you really want to kill me, can you not do it today?"

The Lord shook his head, "You know my secret Natasha."

"Keeping you here for one more day means keeping hidden dangers here for one more day."

"I haven't completely mastered the whole palace yet, and I won't allow any mistakes to happen."

Natasha's face was pale. "Kyle, Lucy is still young. She can't live without her mother."

"Lucy?" The Holy Lord took out a long piece of cloth and walked towards Natasha. "She is a saint. Her mission is to pass on the light, not to stay in her mother's arms."

After saying this, he suppressed Natasha's struggle and strangled her neck with a long cloth.

Natasha shouted, "Kyle! Don't kill me! I won't tell anyone about you! I swear!"

The Holy Lord chuckled: "Oh, only the dead can't speak."

After Natasha was completely dead, the Holy Lord tore off the bed sheet and created the illusion that Natasha had hanged herself.

He then chanted a cleaning spell and cleaned up all the blood in the room.

He looked up at Natasha's body with a mocking smile, "In fact, I wanted to kill you the day you gave birth to Lucy."

"You should thank me for letting you live a few more years."

After saying this, the Holy Lord left with a relaxed look on his face.

As Natasha died, the magical barrier she had cast grew weaker.

At dawn the next day, the saint who had fainted from crying woke up.

She came out of the closet, walked to her mother's body, knelt down and cried: "Mom..."

She cried for a long time until the maid opened the door and found her and Natasha's bodies.

As a scream sounded, the dazed saint was shocked all over.

The maid screamed and went to call for help.

The saint stared at her mother's face for a while, then closed her eyes tightly.

She stood up, closed the closet door, then knelt in front of the corpse, clenched her fists and continued to cry.

After a while, the Holy Lord arrived.

The saint girl trembled and cried, and before the Holy Lord spoke, she broke down and cried: "Father, I got up early to look for my mother, but my mother couldn't move or speak..."

"Mom!" The Saint Girl cried and almost suffocated in front of the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord touched the Saint's head with a sad face, "Your mother is too cowardly to escape from this world by committing suicide."

"Natasha doesn't want you anymore, but I'm still here, Lucy."

"Dad will always be with you."

The saint's small body kept shaking.

She is precocious and can understand many things at a young age.

She suppressed her anger and let her body tremble with rage.

The Holy Lord wanted to hug her, but the Holy Lady pushed him away, "I want my mother!"

"Alas." The Holy Lord sighed, "Someone, take the Holy Girl away."

"I want my mother..." A knight of light came in and carried the crying and shouting saint away.

The Holy Lord looked compassionate. He turned to look at the people outside the room and announced, "Natasha was in poor health and died of illness."

Everyone understood that the Holy Lord wanted to cover up the suicide of his wife, so he changed the reason for his death.

Everyone knelt down and shouted, "Understood!"

So, the Holy Lord's wife died of illness when the Saint was four years old.