Chapitre 177: Unworthy

A damp wind blows. The autumn sun was shining faintly covered by thin clouds in the sky. Ezra was sitting smoking in the front row of the church pews, looking at the statue of Andrius that stood in the middle.

Her black soulless eyes looked dim and cold. Her memories revolved around memories of a distant past, but they could not be forgotten.

FUUUUUU…

She exhaled the smoke slowly.

“This time… everything is different, huh?” Ezra muttered quietly. “Everything was because of the women named Cecilia Morganite and Harriet Goldlane…”

Ezra took another puff of her cigarette.

“And suddenly that woman appeared after 15 years of disappearance, right after Cecilia Morganite's death. Heh," Ezra snorted in disgust.

The woman stood up, walked over to the statue of God and pressed the butt of her still-lit cigarette to the statue's left eye. She stared coldly with anger at the face of the marble statue.

“Stop toying with this world, you fucking bitch of a God,” she threatened.