Lausanne II was silent, expressionless, and did not respond to Belicia's ridicule and belittling.

Until Belicia adjusted her emotions, slowly stood up and left the killer's side.

"In the past, have I told you about my past?"

She looked towards the dim light in the corner, leaving only a graceful back view of the prisoner.

Her past...

Lausanne II frowned slightly.

"have."

More than once.

"It's just that I don't know..."

Lausanne II raised his eyes and examined the familiar figure from behind:

"Which sentence in it is true?"

There was a moment of trance in Belicia's eyes.

"certainly……"

She immediately smiled, folded her arms and turned her head:

"It's all fake."

It's all made up.

Lausanne II was silent in the darkness for a long time.

"No wonder."

He said relieved:

"No wonder every sentence sounds so reasonable."

Belicia chuckled.

For a moment, Lausanne II seemed to see the girl sitting with him on the roof again, relatively silent.

"My name is not Belicia, at least not at first."

Belicia looked at the dark corner where the lights were not shining, as if looking into the distant past:

"It's just a, how should I say, stage name?"

Her tone was joking.

Lausanne II did not speak.

"When I was a kid, there was a disaster, then a famine. By the time my family fled all the way to the Emerald City, most of my family members were already dead," Belicia snorted. "My uncle sent me to the relief home run by the Sunset Temple—

—Don’t underestimate this quota, you still have to look for connections at that time.”

But she quickly turned around and blocked the light in the corner.

"Until I finally discovered that the old pig priest was willing to take me in, not because my uncle 'found connections'."

Belicia was expressionless:

"Do you know what it feels like when a senior person whom you respect so much and who is highly respected smiles and says, 'You are like my daughter, you make me feel very close to you,' and puts his hand into your clothes at the same time?"

Lausanne II's eyes moved.

He looked at Belicia again:

"Then you, did you resist him?"

Belicia sneered slightly, showing disdain.

"Oh, that's what they asked too."

"who?"

"They - the people the nuns called to 'justice' after the incident," Belicia's eyes were deep. "Seven or eight equally respected male priests sat in a room, with serious faces and harsh words.

I even brought the recorder with me and asked me to confront that pig and prove my innocence."

clean?

Lausanne II heard the emotion contained in these words.

He fell silent at the right time and said no more.

Belicia took out a new cigarette and sneered:

"And their first words cannot be said to be exactly the same as yours. They can only be said to be..."

【Did you resist?】

She shook her head and sneered:

"'Why didn't you run?' 'Why didn't you resist?' 'Why didn't you tell others?' 'Why did you accept his benefits?' Why did it take so long to come forward? 'Don't you have any problems yourself?' Is it voluntary?

''What is your purpose?'' and the final and awe-inspiring ''How do you want to be satisfied?''

Lausanne II remained silent.

He shouldn't be talking at this time.

Even though it was years ago.

At least not like the priests who questioned her.

cannot.

"Resist, hum, yes, resist," Belicia seemed to be immersed in the past, with a mocking tone, "You say this, they say this, as if you really care."

The woman's vision gradually blurred.

It seems that if you just touch your lips and resist, you will easily block all the harm in this world.

Just as an employee rebels against his boss, a subordinate rebels against his superior, an apprentice rebels against his master, a son rebels against his father, a wife rebels against her husband, a slave rebels against his master, the people rebel against officials, and subjects rebel against their king...

So easy, so simple.

so……

【Did you resist?】

if there is not……

【Are you doing this voluntarily?】

If not...at least not that obvious...

【Then don't you deserve it?】

Belicia took a deep breath and returned to the present.

"Not to mention the pig's status in the courtyard, his connections in the upper echelons, his identity, his power, his...everything."

Her eyes were cold and her cheeks twitched:

"Every time afterward, the pig would comfort me, saying he would protect me and take care of me, speaking softly, just like the day he took me in..."

She clutched the cigarette tightly, but did not light it for a long time.

"And the benefits he used to promise, seduce, and reward me: better meals, lighter work, more rest, and... show that he values ​​your care and concern more among the apprentices...

All the things you dream of on the road to escape..."

And when she discovered for the first time that as long as she was obedient, she could be rewarded, she would no longer be hungry and cold, she could get out of her predicament, and she could even be superior to others...

Belicia paused, as if suddenly suffocated.

She took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. Her movements were so difficult, as if she had spent her entire life trying to break away from this layer of suffocating air:

"So in the end, when they questioned me, I couldn't figure it out: Could it be that I really did it voluntarily? Did I agree if I didn't resist fiercely? Did I acquiesce to consent if I accepted his care?"

"You are not." Lausanne II suddenly said.

Belicia smiled.

"What about you, killer?"

She raised her head and looked at the prisoner coldly:

"You didn't voluntarily kill people, didn't you voluntarily embark on the path of a killer?"

"I……"

Lausanne II wanted to speak, but found that he was speechless.

On this battlefield that he didn't understand and never cared about.

The blade of the sword he was proud of was not as sharp as imagined.

"Some time before the incident, the girl on the lower bunk in the same room felt something." Belicia ignored him and continued talking to herself, "That tough girl is probably a refugee from the north. She is very strong.

It was also very plagiarized, she didn’t say anything, she just secretly stuffed a razor blade into my hand during morning class.”
To be continued...