And the best friend who saved HE [Quick Transmigration]

Sentry has a lot to do.

The Holy Son made a fuss in front of her, which made her realize very clearly that she did not have enough control over the Holy See.

Cultivate her own power, seize the right to speak, become an existence that no one dares to disobey, and then... realize what she has always wanted to do.

She still has too much to do.

With the shackles of a deal, the devil is her best and most reliable knife.

She moved closer to the devil's ear and whispered a few words.

This is her first initiative to tease, like a strong declaration of her gauntlet - who is the hunter and who is the hunter, it has not yet been decided.

The devil was slightly stunned, then bent his lips, raised his hand to grab the messy fingers on her chin, and kissed the fingertips.

"As you order, my lord."

……

Sentry first took those few cardinals who were not obedient, and then gradually promoted many of her people, from the knight order to the bishops of various regions.

This is an inevitable process. Although there are some stubborn groups who are unwilling to decentralize power, they have been quietly resolved under the operation of Senteri.

This was also one of the tasks she had previously entrusted to the devil.

In this way, the harsh winter gradually passed, the spring passed, and the leaves turned yellow. After repeating this twice, Centri basically controlled the Holy See and most of the areas under it.

She is ready to start drastic reforms.

Outside the glass window framed in ebony, heavy snow fell, much like the day Felix II died.

Sentry poked the quill back into the ink bottle, stacked several stacks of letter paper, put them into the envelope, and stamped it with a special wax seal.

A few feathers fell in front of her, and under the shadow, a fallen angel with black hair and red eyes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The fallen angel leaned over the table, a few strands of her jet-black hair slipped from her shoulders to the table, looking very lazy.

"It came just fine."

Sentry pushed the envelope in front of her eyes, "Send me a letter."

In the past two years, Senteri has become more proficient at manipulating the devil, and her tone has become more and more blunt.

The devil's face was broken: "As soon as you get back, let me deliver the letter."

She leaned forward even more: "I don't follow."

The devil nodded his vermilion lips suggestively.

Sentry picked up the envelope and said, "Looks like I can let the elf do it for me."

"Don't!" The devil snatched the envelope, straightened up, and sat slantedly on the table, the black skirt hanging down like rippling waves, "You really lack a sense of humor."

She leaned slightly towards Sentry, with a cynical smile on her face. Gradually, that smile faded, making those ruby-like eyes seem to be covered with a layer of early morning mist.

"Have you made up your mind? Now..."

Senteri understood what the devil said, and she was not surprised that the other party already knew what she was going to do.

She leaned back slightly and leaned against the back of the red velvet chair.This woman, who looked more mature and dignified than two years ago, had determination in her eyes, even more than before: "If I didn't do these things, I wouldn't be sitting here today."

The devil looked at her seriously: "You are betraying your class."

Sentry was born in a noble family, and as a vassal of the monarchy, they exploited the common people as a higher level, since ancient times.

The teachings of the Holy See say that they are the servants of 'people', but since the evolution, the taste of implementation has long since changed. The Holy See is the highest authority on the mainland today, and even overrides the imperial power.

And what Sentry wants to support is on the opposite side of them, which is equivalent to directly shaking the interests of both parties.

It would be better to say that people like Senteri are different.

Senteri said lightly: "I know." She could guess the dissatisfaction of both the Holy See and the monarch, and she has slowed down these as much as possible, and the changes adopted are relatively gentle.

You can't be afraid of unknown variables, so why don't you do it?

The devil's eyes seemed to be able to see into the long future. She wanted to say something, but all the words were finally drowned in a sigh.

"No matter what, I will always be with you."

Along with the heavy snow, changes came quietly.

Every winter, the civilians had a hard time, and many people would starve to death or freeze to death, but this year, the Holy See actually opened the granary, allowing them to drink a bowl of hot batter in the snow and ice.

At the beginning, the nobles and bishops everywhere did not understand what the pope wanted to do after only two years in office, and the slow progress of other measures gradually caused a lot of dissatisfaction.

The benefits are only so small, the more civilians leave, the less they have.How could these stingy misers be willing?

All this fell into the eyes of the devil.

In such a time of entrenching, personal power is often futile.

Even someone as smart as Sentry is unable to fight against an entire era, and countless fragments of history prove this point.

She will eventually be swallowed up by this era.

As the devil expected, the upturn lasted only a short time.

Gradually, some people began to be obedient and oppressive, and the exploitation became more severe, as if they wanted to get back all the previous "losses".

Every year, the farmland produces only a little, all of which are looted by the nobles, and even the second and third years are owed.

In some areas where noble exploitation was rampant, some civilians starved to death due to lack of food, and more people chose to pick up hoes and sickles—under the pressure of death, there seemed to be nothing they could not do.A small-scale riot broke out in the mainland.

Centelli's orders were distributed one by one, but most of them went wrong when they were implemented.

Sentry has raised a group of orphans who are loyal to her. They were sent to various places before. The behavior of most of them has also proved their loyalty, but their number is still too small compared to the entire continent.

Things went bad.

The people who opposed her conquest at the beginning were the group of people who praised her the most. There were people who were stalking her, and there were... very gentle clergymen whom they often met—most of the clergymen in the Holy See were of noble origin. Also shaken their interests.

And then those who conquered her were the civilians she had helped—they thought, if there were no such instructions, they would still be able to live in the previous time, at least there was still room for breathing.

"am I wrong?"

In the blink of an eye, it was autumn, and the weather outside was very cloudy. Sitting on the red velvet chair, Senteri made her first compromise, which was close to admitting defeat, and she was deeply confused.

When she was dormant in the Holy See and under the hands of the old Pope, she never wavered for a moment, but at this moment, she wavered.

She suddenly felt the bone-chilling coldness and loneliness.

When a person starts to doubt himself, everything seems to be wrong.

The devil appeared beside her as usual.

A bright red color occupied her field of vision - the devil put a plump apple on the table in front of her eyes.

"I'm not in the mood to fight with you."

The devil pulled up a chair and sat beside her, uncharacteristically serious and quiet.

The devil said, "You're not wrong, you're just... speeding things up and playing that role."

Sentry was silent.

They are rare, like a pair of old friends together, talking gently.

Miraculously, Senteri felt her lost heart calm down a little bit, and she suddenly realized that in this world, perhaps only the devil is the only person who understands herself.

She didn't understand before, why people are bewitched by the devil, knowing that if they step into it, they will be lost forever.

Now she can understand.

Because the world is suffering.

She stared at the red apple in front of her eyes.

The devil is her most sensitive eyes and ears, her sword and shield. She has faced many assassinations in the past two years, and the devil has protected her many times.

The countless lonely nights that no one understands are spent by the devil with her.

Intellectually, she understands that the devil has his own purpose in doing this, but emotionally, she has already lost her armor.She doesn't care what the devil is for, if the devil wants her soul, then... from this moment, she seems to be willing to do so.

She picked up the apple and took a bite out of it.

Apple symbolizes the forbidden fruit in religion, original sin, and irresistible temptation.She has stepped into the trap and become the opponent's lamb.

The torrential rain finally fell from the thick black clouds, and the damp breath permeated the air. The devil's hand that wanted to hold the lamp was held down by Sentelli. Sentelli leaned over. Her beautiful green eyes looked extraordinarily special in the dim light. Exciting.

Not knowing who started it first, they kiss.

Sentry whispered the devil's real name—it was the first time she had called her that, softly, longingly, like with a little hook.

In this isolated little world, they were doing what lovers would do.

It's love|desire on the verge of death, it's madness that's unleashed.

The first break of the rainstorm.

The devil leaned on the blonde woman's arms with a reddish complexion.

Sentry seemed to have suddenly made a decision: "I'm not willing to give up like this."

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