A bad-tempered man with a lot of lies and a pure and clean Pope with a cold face
When it was the Duke's daughter's turn to speak in the dock, I stood up and read out my incriminating evidence.
"I, Feiluoli, know that I am the envy of countless people in Central City. But I have to say that no one knows that my status as the Duke's daughter is in jeopardy. My countless wealth is coveted by countless people. My so-called magical talent is just a flimsy decoration. My fiancé, His Majesty the Crown Prince of the Empire, also has a lover other than me. The so-called happiness is just a decoration given to me by others..."
"Miss Fillory, please tell me the key points."
The defending priest interrupted impatiently.
A hand was already close to his neck, and before he could react, there was a click!
The sound of broken bones, accompanied by the death of breath, made the people around him in disbelief, as if the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
"Too bad you haven't heard my point yet."
The man in the center of the forum looked at me silently with lowered eyebrows, his eyes filled with blame and anger.
"Pope, I am guilty. I am dissatisfied with the empire's oppression of us. The evidence of my sin is that I want it now and in the future. As long as I live, I want all the people who bear my dissatisfaction to disappear."
He looked at me, his eyes as calm and pure as water. He didn't look at me like other people I knew, but my eyes were still full of anger.
He said, "Miss, prison is your only destination."
He doesn't know that I'm not doing anything wrong, but I don't need to prove anything, I just want to make some people regret it——Filoli
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Intention: Don't let false happiness cover up your true yearning
