[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

"..."

For a moment Ace almost thought he was hallucinating.He released Claude's hand in disbelief: "——what did you say?"

"Don John Floro is not my brother." Claude said mockingly, "And you, how can you think that I am your father? You have a face very similar to her, There is also a pair of eyes very similar to his - why, didn't the Beggar King and Emperor Galileo tell you his real identity? Even so, you should know that your mother is a beauty with black hair and black eyes - and How can a person with black eyes and a person with blue eyes have green eyes?"

"...Claude, I used to look forward to hearing the words from these beautiful thin lips." Ace said calmly, but there was suppressed anger in his eyes, "But now, I hope you can close your mouth." Keep your mouth shut and don't say unnecessary words."

"Isn't this what you've always wanted to know?" Claude sneered.

Ace rubbed his brows in boredom, not knowing what to say.Mistaking Claude for his father was not someone else's fault, but his own fault - he himself ignored the difference between this place and the continent of Maris, and ignored that from the very beginning, Clopan and the others were Tell him important information.His mother has black hair and black eyes, so of course his green eyes are inherited from his father - and Guillaume almost made it clear that he looks like his father, but he and Claude have no similarities at all... …

However, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.If you are deceived by others, you can still say that you are negligent and underestimate the enemy; but if you are deceived by yourself, you can only prove your own stupidity and carelessness!It was such an obvious clue, but he turned a blind eye to it... Even though he knew that this was already a strange world, he always used the rules of the Maris Continent to limit himself...

... After all, I still haven't been able to fully accept this world.

Ace suppressed his anger and secretly guarded.Magic itself is a method of using elemental rules. As a former quasi-magic saint, Ace certainly knows the importance of the world's laws.If you don't integrate, you can't call it disengagement.He originally entered Emerald's body because of an accident. He was an accidental "intruder" and wanted to be recognized by the world unless he assumed the identity of Emerald and accepted his established destiny and responsibilities.However, he couldn't let the laws of the world discover his true identity. Even if someone questioned his existence, Ace would be expelled from this body immediately, and the result would naturally be impossible to return to the place he dreamed of. The hometown is destined to disappear under the pressure of the law.

From birth to now, Ace has only made two wishes - one is to pursue the ultimate in magic, and the other is to return to the Maris continent.The consequences of this carelessness are not serious, at best it can only be said to be an oolong, but what about next time?If he continues to be negligent like this, sooner or later his own life will be completely ruined.

After figuring this out, Ace's complexion improved a lot.He finally remembered his purpose when he first started looking for Claude - to find an insider and dig out information about his parents.Guillaume doesn't know why he keeps refusing to tell, but Claude... Although he is not his father, he must know who his father is.

"I really want to know, Claude." Ace lowered his arm and said lightly, "But you have to be willing to talk."

"You don't need to know this." Claude said coldly.

"I'm dying, Claude." Ace took his hand.In a way, it would be more beneficial for Claude not to be his father.He can completely forget about his own ethics that he has no scruples about, and he doesn't have to care about how much older this person is or whether he is the same sex—anyway, there is no blood relationship, and God can't control them!

When Claude said he loved him, Ace didn't believe it at all.From the first day he entered Paris, Claude's gaze on him was full of hatred.He couldn't understand why before, because there were too few reasons for a father to hate his son-but now, even if Claude didn't say it, he could probably guess it.Claude's hatred was not aimed at him, but at "someone's son".Reminiscent of John, who was a year older than Emerald and was raised next to Claude without knowing it, the conclusion of the matter can be easily deduced.

Although he still couldn't know why Claude hated him so much, he could almost find the reason why he would throw himself away—he was worried that he would snatch something from John?

The moment Ace was distracted, Claude withdrew his hand and stood up from the bed: "No, you won't die."

"I was seriously injured, and I was about to be sent to the gallows, and then thrown down a high cliff." Ace propped his arms back, crossed his legs, and his posture became leisurely again, "Maybe in the end , those idiots will change their minds and decide to hang me on the stake and burn me alive—you tell me, how can I live like this?"

Claude bit his lip.The white teeth lightly pressed|pressed on the light-colored thin lips, and they returned to their original positions in an instant.Claude's voice was hoarse: "I won't say it."

"You love me." Ace said softly, and couldn't help but miss the taste he had just tasted.Just now, for a moment, when the two were intertwined, he really thought that Claude loved him.That pain-bearing look, the devotion-like request for giving, the tacit understanding that one can know the other person's true thoughts from the trembling of the lips|tongue, the blazing and burning eyes...

But all of that was like an illusion. As soon as the body was separated, he saw the familiar hatred in Claude's eyes.He really didn't want himself to appear, and he didn't even want to exist in this world—if it was just because of John, wouldn't it be too much?But what reason can make him hate himself so much that he can't wait to get rid of it and hurry up...

Ace's thoughts hit a dead end again.But when his eyes fell on Claude, he felt that he didn't have to think so much for the time being.Even if Claude doesn't say it, he always has a way to know the truth of the matter.It is much easier to press Guillaume than to torture Claude here.

"Yes, I love you." Claude admitted frankly, with pain in his expression, "Indeed, I love you...but why did you show up?"

Ace didn't answer, letting him stare at him with disgust.Claude stood in front of him, bowing his head slightly, his blond hair, which was as bright as the sun, fell from his shoulders and covered his cheeks.

"Everything is still under control, that's what I think." Claude said softly, "But that was just before you appeared... Indeed, you didn't appear in front of me on purpose, on the contrary, I was uneasy Your existence, after sensing your presence, can't wait to appear on the city wall.

"We haven't seen each other since I handed you over to the Egyptians. My memory of your mother has begun to fade. Standing on the high wall and looking down, I thought I would not recognize You; or even if I recognize you, I will think you are not a threat, and I will quickly forget you... However, the moment I really see you, I don’t need others to report your identity, and I don’t need you To tell who you look like, with just one glance, I know it's you—you're back, back to Paris where you should have grown up; but it's impossible for me to let you stay here.

"After realizing this, I took action quickly. I know you came back here with a purpose, but I don't know how much you know. If you know that your parents are so different Will I feel sad for who I am, or will I take this opportunity to go all in and take everything I can possibly have? The answer is no doubt. There is bound to be a confrontation between us, and I don't want myself to be careless And lost in the confrontation. So I went back to Notre-Dame, confining myself to the bell tower, hoping that by doing so I would have less contact with you.

"But obviously, I was wrong... Even if I don't go looking for you, you will take the initiative to appear in front of my eyes. You stand by the campfire, squatting in front of the lamb with a tambourine, and your black hair looks like It’s a reflection｜Golden light came out, it hurt my eyes, but I had to look at it. In a crowded crowd, in a dark tavern, in a deserted alley... No matter where you are, I can tell at a glance Show your position. You are like a natural luminous body, so I have to pay attention to it-but, I hate you. "

Ace let go of his arms and sat up straight.Being watched by Claude with that kind of gaze, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if recalling the intimate entanglement just now... Hate?But he had a hunch that Claude had much more to say than that...

Claude raised the corners of his lips stiffly, staring into Ace's eyes: "I hate you, and you will probably never understand the reason. As long as I avoid it, there would be no intersection between us... But But I can't control myself. You are wearing Egyptian clothes, but you walked into the mansion of Mrs. de Gongde Laurel... When you met Chateau Pei, but didn't know that you were flirting with him, I took Cassie Modo is standing outside the window. I watched you stroke｜the back of his hand, embrace his waistｽlimb, and even kiss his lips. I almost couldn’t help but want Quasimodo to rush in and kill the guy who got in the way. Beat me up... I can't help but wonder why you are indifferent to a young girl who throws herself into your arms, but you look differently at a tough man? What is so good about Phoebes de Chateaupe , actually got your favor?

"I have touched the skin you touched, heard the voice you heard, and felt the obsessive eyes you have felt, but I don't think there is anything about him that can attract you. I am so jealous, but I have nothing to do. I can only dress him in a woman's dress, throw him out of my fiancée's house, and humiliate him to my heart's content...as if this will make me feel better. God never told me this, but I For you, I can teach myself. I want to escape from the shackles of this devil, to escape your influence—but I am already a devil myself."

He stepped forward condescendingly, and touched Ace's face with trembling fingers: "Then what else can I do except admit my love for you? I do hate you, and this hatred cannot be eliminated; but... ...I am indeed in love with you."