[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Most of the iconic buildings will have a vast underground space; and most of these underground spaces will be used as prisons-this has become the norm in French buildings today.

In fact, most of the space in these prisons is useless, because there are only so many prisoners in long-term detention, except for hanged and short-term prisoners.The more prisons there are, the more scattered the prisoners are, so during the time Ace was imprisoned in the Palace of Justice, he didn't actually meet any fellow prisoners.

Regardless of whether it was because of his murder charges that the jailer consciously separated him from others, or because he was about to be hanged, there was really no reason for others to know him, in short, it was convenient for Ace to some extent little action.You only need to use the Eye of Horus to create some kind of illusion, and you can leave here without any scruples—after all, the prison is not a place where people feel comfortable.

However, today's Ace's condition is not very good, even to the point where he has no time to do these little tricks.The spiritual power and magic power are almost dry, and there is only one emerald hidden in the finger... These are nothing, as long as there is enough rest, it can be solved, but the six whips criss-crossing on the chest and back The scars, but he actually endured them...

Even though he couldn't feel the pain, Ace could clearly feel that his body was at the end of its strength.The jailer did not take him to the previous cell, but took him to another place, opened the cover embedded in the ground, and prepared to drag him down.Ace refused this behavior, straightened his back and walked down the steps by himself - and when the cover on his head was just closed, he couldn't wait to crush the last emerald and transform it into energy with the help of the Eye of Horus Relieve mental fatigue.

In the next second, he was slumped on the bed, loosening the blockage of mental power, letting the pain sweep through his entire senses like a tide.

Rao is that Ace's concentration is quite good, and at this moment, he can't help being so painful that he wants to scold his mother.He was ready to accept the pain, but he didn't expect the executioner to strike so hard!When he was on the continent of Maris, he had also seen swordsmen who used whips as weapons, and in his spare time he had "communicated" with a few noble magicians about the use of whips... When he saw that the whip came from the water After taking it out, Ace couldn't help raising his guard; and when he saw that the sheep bone was still hanging from the whip, he knew that this time he had to use [-]% acting skills to impress the executioner...

The whip itself is scary enough, and how scary the whip with some small parts is added, just look at the terrifying scars on Ace's body that are now criss-crossed.If the executioner is allowed to continue, I am afraid that this body will be finished playing in the torture room before he is hanged on the gallows—and if he hadn’t been so decisive at the time and blocked his own sense of touch, I’m afraid it’s not like pretending to be a saint Acting in the same way, the pain will kill the entire torture room on the spot...

...Hiss, it hurts...

After lying on the cold bed for a while with no image, Ace finally got used to the severe pain and forced himself into a state of meditation.After using large-scale spiritual magic, although his mental power was almost drained, it was not without benefits.Before that, his spiritual power had been maintained at the peak of the magister. Although he had not fallen, it had not increased much in the past two years... However, this meditation was a little different. Ace clearly felt that his spiritual power seemed to have broken through. Some kind of invisible barrier, faintly touched｜to a higher realm...

Not only the spiritual power has increased, but the magic power has also increased.Emerald's body already has a strong affinity for light, otherwise it would not be possible to use the holy light technique in a single thought of Ace.Magic elements are ubiquitous, but there is also a difference in the amount of distribution. In such a dark dungeon, light elements should be extremely rare, but Ace's injury seems to have opened a certain valve in the body. The attractiveness increased several times in an instant, and Ace meditated here for a while, and the magic power recovered was no less than that outside!

The magic power of the light system slowly flows through the body along with the blood, quickly repairing the damaged tissues.And that strange power that had only appeared twice also quietly appeared from his chest, hovering over the wound.

Without Ace's command, the restoration of magic power simply speeds up the self-healing of the cells; and that strange power surged towards his wound without Ace's command at all.A tingling that was so strong that it almost overwhelmed the pain came instantly.Ace couldn't help grabbing｜the bed board, and arched in pain—he was about to growl, but he bit the roar in his mouth.

The itchy feeling didn't last long, but Ace felt as if he had been tormented in hell for a century.When he finally came back to his senses covered in sweat, the power from Claude had truly dissipated, and the wounds on his body could no longer feel pain, leaving only a series of deep and hideous scars .

Ace: "...!!"

……What exactly is going on!

Before he could come up with any result, the cover above his head was opened.Ace immediately dismissed the illusion and raised his head.There was the sound of whispering conversations from above, and then the fiery red lights came in, and a figure came down the steps with a wind lantern, and the cover was randomly closed again.

The black robe that covers the feet, the well-made boots, the hood that tightly covers the appearance... Claude's attire seems to be a nightmare from hell, so illusory that it is impossible to believe that it really exists.

Ah... there is no need to think about what is going on, the culprit has already arrived.

Ace stretched his arms and sat up.He looked at Claude, and Claude looked at him from under the hood.The light of the wind lamp projected｜on the four walls, and shadows of indistinguishable shapes danced among the moss.The water droplets gathered by the dampness fell from the vault and splashed into the puddles, making a steady "tick" sound.

Why did Claude suddenly appear here... Is it because he felt guilty after learning that he was about to die, or did he come to look down on the misery of the loser as a winner?

If he really directed the appearance of the patrolmen and sent himself to prison, it would only prove that he wanted to die.Either of these two possibilities can only prove whether his heart is hard or not... But if he didn't expect the sudden change, the reason for running away was just not wanting to be caught. All guesses are about to be overturned.It's hard to say whether Claude is an enemy or a friend, whether he wants to let himself die or save himself.

...and if that's the case...no matter what he wants to do, being here now can only prove one thing-he cares about himself.

Ace lowered his eyes slightly, hiding his interest.Reminiscent of the sight before, is he caring because of hatred, or is it just a father who cares about his son...?

The pupils contracted dangerously for a moment, and Ace said in a low and weak voice: "You are here, Claude."

Claude's figure shook slightly.He walked down a step, but still stood on the stone steps from a distance, staring at Ace quietly.

"It seems that you don't want to face me like this." Ace laughed in a low voice, as if touching a wound on his body, he frowned tightly after laughing, and coughed slightly.Claude couldn't help but took another step down, but stopped again, and said softly after a long while: "You can call me a priest."

"Priest?" Ace kept raising his fist to cover his lips, and looked up at him, "Then, what are you here for?"

Is it because of hatred, or because of "fatherly love"... Ace felt a flame burning in his veins.He restrained his urge to ask directly, waiting for Claude's answer.

Maybe taking advantage of today... some questions, he can get answers.

Claude was silent again, before saying for a long time: "Do you know that you will be executed soon?"

"How fast?"

"tomorrow."

Ace laughed again.There was a little more playfulness in his eyes, he gave up his previous weak posture, and sat up straight: "Oh? The king's efficiency is still very high... Then what are you doing here? Tell me this unfortunate news? Or Said..." He stuck out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked his lower lip, "They think...at a time like this, what I need is not a meal of severed heads, but a...priest?"

Claude trembled and walked down the last step: "So, are you ready to die?"

"Dead?" Ace repeated, softly, "No. I have a question for you, can you answer it?"

"Ask." Claude said with a sigh.

"I'm curious, priest." Ace stood up and walked towards Claude step by step. "As long as I can remember, I have been told that I was abandoned. My parents are French, but they did not want me, and threw me into the Egyptian camp—do you know why?"

Claude moved, but didn't back down: "... Maybe it's because they can't raise you until you grow up."

There was a smile on Ace's lips, and he continued to approach him: "Because I was curious about my parents, I came to Paris, looking for ways to find out the whereabouts of my parents, and because of this, I met a priest, and finally fell into this situation... But I don't know who it was that called the patrol and sent me to jail, do you know?"

Claude couldn't help taking a step back: "...This is God's will, you shouldn't go after her name."

is her?not him?

Ace raised an eyebrow slightly.When it came to this "certain death", he didn't think that Claude would lie to himself.However, he didn't remember any woman he had offended. Even if deduced from Claude, the other person who wanted to kill him was probably his mother, but according to the results of his previous inquiries, Paquette I went crazy because of the child's sudden disappearance, and now I don't know where he is...

Growing up in a magical family like Meraorda, Ace is well aware of the lethality of women, so although he always does not pretend to be with men, he is always polite when he is with women.He can make anyone like him if he wants to.If there is no injustice or enmity, who would hate him enough to want to send him to prison?

Candidates appeared in my mind one by one, and were quickly eliminated one by one.Ace suddenly thought of the disobedient figure he saw during the previous interrogation—wearing a maid's clothes and a long veil, but the beautiful blond hair was exposed under the brim of the hat, which looked very familiar...

Those who know the whereabouts of him and Phoebus, who have seen him and who may hate him...that is Lily!

Eston paused, and continued to move forward.I didn't expect that it was Phoebe's fiancée who caused all this... Then, the peeping that Phoebe and I felt under the gable that day was actually from the lily instead of Claude?However, with the upbringing of a noble lady, Lily would not take such a fierce revenge because of his intimate actions with Phoebus... You can tell by the way she sneaks around to watch the trial today. She must have kept it from her mother when she did it.With drastic means but concealed from her mother, it seems that there is only one reason left to explain... Is she guilty?

What is she guilty of just getting rid of her fiancé's lover?Unless she has a reason, it's not at all...

Ace suddenly felt dumbfounded, and understood why Claude refused to say the name of the lily.He had already reached the steps, but his footsteps continued to approach without stopping.Claude had to step back step by step with the lantern until the top of his head was about to touch the cover.

Ace asked softly: "One last question... I learned from them that the person who abandoned me has beautiful blond hair and blue eyes..." Suddenly, his heart moved, as if he had a flash of thought However, he couldn't get his head around it at all, "...they said that my father was a priest." Fingers climbed up the edge of the hood, and his forehead touched the face that was close at hand, "...just so, you are also a priest .Do you know, then, who my father is?"