Chapter 52 Even God cannot defeat me!

Severe pain swept through Sally's whole body.

The pain tore at her soul, devoured her flesh and blood, and the smell of corruption wanted her to surrender completely.

But she would never surrender!

It's just pain, it's just God's will.

If that were all, it would underestimate her persistence and desire for life.

Taiya underestimated the hope she had in order to grasp that ray of light.

"Puff...Puff..."

The surface of Sally's skin felt as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

Hideous and bloody wounds covered her entire body.

A scarlet liquid flowed out from the wounds. It didn't look like blood, but was more viscous than blood.

Sally felt only that her internal organs were being stirred, and that there was an infinite will from above that was forcing her to give up.

Never give up!
Even if the will becomes stronger and stronger, even if the pain becomes more and more difficult to hold on.

She will never admit defeat!

"But that's it..."

As time passed, the will and pain slowly disappeared from the body.

Sally's mouth widened in a silent laugh.

She has low self-esteem.

Because she was ugly, rotten, and had a disgusting body.

So she didn't dare to communicate or contact anyone.

But she is also proud.

Because she was in a corner where no one knew, trying her best to resist the will of God.

In all these years, the gods have never defeated her!

"That's remarkable, Miss Sally."

A man's voice and applause were suddenly heard from this simple house which should have been empty.

Celeste was surprised.

She had just been corrupted by the gods again, and she was trying hard to suppress her weakness.

She lifted herself up from the hardwood bed with her only hand.

Through the bright moonlight shining through the window, she saw a handsome man with black hair, black eyes and a tall figure standing in the room.

The other person was wearing proper aristocratic attire, had a gentle smile, and was looking at her with warm and admiring eyes.

"Master Deya!"

Sally let out a low cry.

Am I already hallucinating from the pain?
It seems that the corruption of the gods is becoming more and more intense.

But if this illusion was a punishment, she welcomed it.

"It's me, Miss Sally."

Deya replied with a smile, he walked to the simple table beside him and lit the candle on it.

With the help of candlelight, Deya could also see the furnishings in the room clearly.

The house is quite big, about twenty square meters.

But the simple furniture in the room made the wooden house look very empty.

A simple, worn wooden table and chairs, a hardwood bed with a clean quilt, and basic books at the bedside.

That's all there is in the house.

Only then did Sallyst realize that this was not an illusion, this was the real Lord Deya!
She hurriedly supported her weak body, gritted her teeth and sat up, saying in panic:
"Why are you here?"

"You're not welcome?"

"No, no, it's just that my place is very simple and I have nothing to offer you."

The girl who just now was fighting against the gods with great willpower and laughing at the gods' powerlessness, now looked uneasy.

Deya sniffed.

There was no foul smell in the house.

The sticky liquid that flowed from Sally's wound was fragrant.

Just like a butterfly sucking nectar.

Deya's action made Sally's heart jump, and she thought there was some strange smell here.

Just like a person who lives in a stinking house for a long time may even lose the ability to sense the smell in the house, Sally sometimes cannot smell the faint smell of decay on her body.

Noticing Sally's clenched palms and the nervous look on her face, Deya smiled and said:
"I'm sorry, Miss Sally, I think you misunderstood something. There is a very strange smell in your room."

After hearing what Deya said, Celeste finally breathed a sigh of relief.

For the first time, she felt grateful to the unknown god.

Only when He corrupts Himself will She have that strange fragrance.

This was the smell that Lord Deya smelled when he came to his room, which made Celeste very fortunate and happy.

“It’s late at night, but for the city of Abranah, the nightlife is just beginning.

Miss Sally, would you like to accompany me to visit the night view of Abrams?
I'm meeting some friends today, so I can introduce you to them."

Deya smiled slightly and made a noble gesture to invite him.

Sally's heart was pounding.

She had never left the palace.

She had never been invited by such a handsome young nobleman before.

At that moment, she felt as if she had really become a princess.

But soon, reason returned to her mind.

She shook her head and bit her teeth to refuse:
"Lord Deya, I appreciate your invitation, but..."

Deya interrupted her and asked, "Is it because this is the palace and you are not allowed to go out?"

"No, this is barely a palace anymore. No one will care."

In fact, they can't wait to leave.

Sally said softly in her heart.

They cannot kill themselves. As long as they have not made any mistakes, they cannot have the intention to kill because that will bring them the curse of blood.

But if she left the palace on her own initiative, they would cheer and open the palace gates for her.

Sally wanted to leave here a long time ago.

She never considered those people as her own relatives.

But she couldn't leave.

She was not greedy for the wealth and glory in the palace; that had nothing to do with her.

If she simply left the palace, she would have nowhere to go.

Only here does she have a place to stay and resist the will of the corrupt god.

“Lord Deya, I appreciate your invitation, and I would also like to see this city.

But I can't go with you. If I appear in front of your friends like this, it will only bring shame to you."

Sally looked at her missing right arm and left leg with regret.

She used her only left hand to gently touch her rotten right eye.

I am really too ugly.

She was not afraid of being laughed at if Lord Deya's friends saw her.

But she didn't want a gentle person like Lord Deya to be laughed at.

Deya smiled and said, “Miss Sally, you don’t have to worry about that.

You won't let me be ashamed. It only makes me proud that someone as strong as you can be my friend.

As for my friends, they will definitely treat you well, not because of anything else, just because you are Deya Cavendish's friend!"

Why did Austin and Count Laurent's son invite Deya and want to get to know him?

Except that the Cavendish family made the choice to become the leader of the parliamentary faction.

It was also because the two earls were optimistic about Deya's future that they allowed their sons to contact him and make the relationship between the two sides closer.

This is how nobles interact with each other.

Deya knew it well.

He won't be angry, this is the rule of the game among nobles.

“If you’re feeling physically challenged, it’s easy.”

Deya clapped his hands.

Camille, who was waiting outside, walked in pushing a wheelchair.

"I hope Miss Sally can accompany me to see the nightlife of Abramana. Would you be willing?"

(End of this chapter)