[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Finally, the emotion that Ace had been looking forward to appeared in those cold blue eyes—the emotion that was intertwined with hatred, as hot as magma, but made the master himself more painful.However, he did not have the joy he imagined, and all the throbbing seemed to return to tranquility at this moment.He stared at Claude quietly until the other's fingertips stopped stiffly on his face, and then slowly said: "Do you love me?"

This is already the second time he has said this sentence tonight, but once it was affirmative, and the other time it was a rhetorical question because he felt it was funny.Claude was keenly aware of his emotional changes, curled his fingers slightly, and finally retracted them: "Are you going to refuse?"

...as if he was sure that he would not reject his confession...

"Claude, Claude, have you ever loved anyone?" Ace's voice was very soft, but there was sarcasm in his eyes, "'love'? No, I'm afraid you never understood what it was like Now I am really curious, how did you grow up? Not only do you not love your parents, teachers, and loved ones, you don’t even love yourself.”

He stood up and walked towards Claude again.Claude couldn't maintain his previous composure, and before he came to the front, he involuntarily stepped back, creating a distance between the two.

Ace had already expected his actions, and the irony in his smile became stronger.Claude said he loved him?like?He couldn't even fool himself, who else did Claude think he could fool!

The offended fury rolled up in the bottom of my heart, circling and whistling.Ace's voice was softer, as if whispering to a lover, echoing slightly in the small room: "I used to be very curious, why do you hate me so much? As you said before, as long as you want, the relationship between the two of us The time could have no intersection...then, let's make an assumption."

He stared at the tip of Claude's nose, his eyes wandering: "Suppose you don't love me."

Claude's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Ace made a stop gesture: "Let me tell you, Claude—assuming I overturn the explanation you just made around this statement , you don't love me, but have always hated me. Then why do you, who hate me so much, keep paying attention to me?"

He turned his head slightly, showing a very curious expression, but did not wait for Claude's answer, and continued: "If you ask the other way around, why do you hate me so much? There is no doubt that I don't know you, And you could have had nothing to do with me..." He said playfully, and repeated what he said just now, "There is no blood relationship between you and me, and it is impossible for me to remember you when I am still a baby. When you threw me away with your own hands, there was no connection between us—but you took the initiative to come up and let us have a connection again."

After a pause, he continued: "That said, it seems a bit complicated. Let's think about the problem in another direction—why did you throw me away?"

The pair of icy blue eyes fluctuated. Obviously Ace was still standing there, but Claude seemed to be under some kind of oppression, and stepped back again until he touched the bottom of the steps: "I..."

"Since just now, you have been avoiding this question, my dear Claude." Ace mocked and reproduced the other party's tone, "Why did you throw me away? You are not my father. You Knowing that John is my brother and obviously knowing who our parents are. Everyone says I look like my parents and John has nothing like me except the color of his eyes - so he must be You look like your mother, don't you?"

Claude was silent.

The flame burned Ace's heart again, but this time the raw material was offended fury: "Let's guess next, you know my father, but I was taken away by you and quietly thrown to the Egyptians, I His father didn't take any action, but handed over his other son to you... This is obviously not in line with common sense. So he doesn't know my existence.

"But why did he give his son to you to raise? In the name of younger brother... You are not a sympathetic person, Claude. Then it can be inferred that the other party must be more You have a high position, and you have reasons you can't refuse. And John, like me, is an illegitimate child-he gave John to you to raise him to protect him."

Claude looked shocked and involuntarily avoided Ace's sight.Ace's smile was even more ironic, and he said coldly: "It seems that I guessed right...then let's continue the analysis. Since he has a high position and authority, and you have reasons why you can't refuse him, why don't you Tell him of my existence, but quietly throw me away? You are willing to protect John, but why don't you want to protect me?

"If it was him you really hated, then you wouldn't have brought up John, and you wouldn't even have hated me that much. Then there's only one explanation—John can do you a lot of good, and I can't." Destroy this interest, so you will try to make me disappear from Paris, so that my father will never know that he has such a son."

Ace spread his hands: "Then, everything can be explained-why did you throw me away? Because I was a threat to you; why did you notice me? Because I was a threat to you; why did you let us There is an intersection between them again, watching me take the blame for you and be sentenced to death? Or is it because I am a threat to you. "

"—No, to be precise, there may be a threat to John. And John represents the benefits you will get, so you must get rid of this threat for John. Just when an opportunity comes to your door, why are you happy? Why not?" Ace had a relaxed smile on his face, as if he was talking about other people's stories instead of why he was pushed to death, "But I don't understand... If so, you are at most just Hate my existence, where does the hatred come from? If you really hate me so much, you hate me so much that you want me to disappear, why did you leave me with the power to heal the wounds on your body, and you said that again , Express your wish not to want me to die?"

"...I really didn't know you would have such an idea." Claude finally said, with a sneer on his face, "I do hate you, so what can I say? I was just curious, why would you treat me like that?" A man is just tempted..."

"Whether I'm tempted by a man is not important, what matters is whether I can make a man fall in love with me." The corners of Ace's lips widened, and the tip of his tongue licked his lower lip intentionally, "And the answer...you must have felt it pass."

An angry blush appeared on Claude's pale face.Ace was in a good mood, and the previous anger gradually dissipated: "You are a priest, a devout Catholic, the so-called curiosity in your heart is nothing compared to the rules and regulations...but you took the initiative to appear in front of me , Say you love me when you know I like your type... Isn't this a kind of seduction? I'm not a saint, so of course I have to be disrespectful."

"But why did you seduce me..." Ace paused, intentionally pausing on that word for a moment, "Is there any reason why you should violate the rules and regulations? Obviously not because of hatred... Then, just Let's assume a situation like this - you love me."

Claude's body trembled.

"Assuming you love me," Ace repeated, looking him straight in the eyes, "I'm a threat to you, and it's best to sit and watch my death—but, you love me Me." His tone gradually became playful, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "So you can't watch all this happen...even if you push me up to take the blame with your own hands. You will come to my trial, not because you want to witness my failure, It's because of your hesitation—you are hesitating, what should you do if I am really sentenced to death? And now, the result of the trial has come out... the result in your heart must have come out .”

Claude held his hands in pain: "God..."

This is tantamount to admitting Ace's speculation... Even if the final answer is no different from his own confession, Claude feels like he was stripped of all his clothes and thrown into the magma of hell, even his soul A burning sense of shame.

A voice said in his heart: "There is no need to run away, Claude, he knows everything." Another voice yelled furiously: "Kill him! Kill him! As long as you kill him, everything will be fine ..."

What can I do?Can he go back to the script he originally set?

Claude's expression calmed down again.He looked up at Ace, and said flatly, "Is there any difference between this and what I said before?"

Ace sneered, strode up to him, turned around and pushed him into the corner: "Of course there is a difference, and it's a very big difference... As a person who has no love at all and never knows what love is Man, you can say you love me?"

It's okay not to say the word love, but as soon as this word is mentioned, Ace can't help but feel the rage of being teased.The young magister had never loved anyone, but that didn't mean he didn't understand what love was!Admiration, admiration, admiration, admiration... The powerful spiritual power allows Ace to clearly distinguish the subtle meanings represented by every gaze and every expression, and Claude?

— Not to mention Susan and Bashir, although Claude's eyes are hot|hot, but to find the love contained in his eyes, even Phoebus is not as good as him!

When he first heard this word, Ace only felt incredible and funny.Claude's performance was indeed very hard, but he simply performed such a scene smoothly because he realized that he had feelings for him and wanted him.His anger lies in the fact that Claude dared to belittle him like this, thinking that as long as he hooked his fingers, he would eagerly pounce on him... although he did succeed before.

However, he later discovered something was wrong.If Claude was really trying to lure him into the bait on purpose, it would be impossible to admit that he really hated him for something, let alone admit that the heaven and man were at war in his heart.His rhetorical question was obviously with a broken canister attitude, as if after being exposed by Ace, he had completely confessed himself in front of Ace...

——But such a person who talks about love and believes that he loves Ace really has no love in his heart!

After the anger dissipated, Ace felt inexplicably sad and funny.He took a step back and said calmly: "If you really think so...then just continue thinking so. Tomorrow afternoon, please be there to watch the execution of your beloved."

Claude's pupils narrowed, and he said inconceivably, "You would rather reject me than die?"

"Which is more important, love or death?" Ace asked back, with a strange smile on his lips, "What's more, you don't actually love me..."

He suddenly took a step forward, trapped Claude in his arms, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "But I don't mind being merciful before I die, let you try what love is like ..."

Stretching out his hand to grasp the sharp chin of the other party, he tilted his head slightly and kissed deeply.