Human dimension reduction

Adele felt that her life was like a strange drama. Her father was the Pope, who doted on her to the point of disregarding the strict laws of the Holy See, and publicly recognized her identity. The title of daughter of the Pope made her a In the end, she chose Louis, who was still the Crown Prince of Gaul at the time.

No... It cannot be said that she chose him, it should be her father who chose him for her.

"Adela, you have to believe that the husband Dad chooses for you must be the most suitable husband," the elderly pope called her to his side, staring lovingly at this old daughter, he loves her more than a few The son is even worse, because she is gentle, smart, and well-behaved like an obedient lamb, "I will give you half of the family fief as a dowry. Of course, to prevent your husband from plotting evil, if you die without an heir, They will be taken back to the Papal States."

The Pope patiently talked to his daughter about his arrangements: "Who do you want to marry you?...Peter? No, he is too young and lacks enough experience. Let Verocca send you there. He will arrange everything for you. The gift money from Gaul will be incorporated into your dowry, they are the guarantee of your life, don't trust your husband, no matter what he says to you, don't throw your money in his body."

The pope's words made Adele, who was still a young girl, a little confused. Why did her father ask her not to trust her husband, even though her father said just now that he found the most suitable husband for her?

Maybe... maybe Dad made a slip of the tongue. This is very common. Ever since the Pope woke up one day and suddenly found that his gray hair was too much to be covered with dye, his temper became more and more unpredictable day by day. He used to be like a lion. Men began to show symptoms of old age, occasionally forgetting things, needing others to repeat their own words in a raised voice, and having insomnia, followed by growing stubbornness and desire to control.

His desire for control has become so strong that even his mistress, Adela's mother, can't stand it. After the two broke up peacefully, Adela's mother quickly married a baron, and Adela stayed at home. In the pope's hall, facing his moody father.

But this was not unbearable for Adele.

She is an extremely gentle and docile girl. The Pope once praised her for being more pure and patient than a lamb. This trait allowed her to accept her father's paranoid desire for control, and she didn't even think it was too much—because she was so well-behaved. Live in the path that her father has framed for her, doing everything that should be done, and rejecting everything that should not be accepted.

Being arranged and bound is normal for her.

She quietly accepts her destiny like a lamb shepherded by the Lord in the Bible.

"Yes, Dad." Adele took down her father's words seriously, her curly brown hair was neatly combed, and her round rose-colored face was full of the childishness of a girl.

The Pope looked at her for a long time, and the eyes in the drooping eyelids were still as sharp as ever. After examining his daughter for a long time, he rarely showed a trace of regret: "Adela, my dear, you are so obedient."

"Yes, Dad?" Adele looked at him suspiciously, not quite understanding what this sentence meant.

The Pope praised her obedience countless times, using various tones, either praising or showing off, but never once, the tone was so complicated that she didn't know whether he was praising her or not.

"Perhaps." The Pope looked at his daughter, and his cold heart softened like never before. He chose a marriage for her that was most beneficial to the Pope's kingdom, and ended 16 years of careful upbringing. When she should contribute to him, but this man felt guilty for it. She was so obedient and docile, which used to be such a beautiful quality in his eyes, but when she met her husband, she would not Would you listen to that man as you would listen to him, and then foolishly give him your all?

"Maybe," he repeated, "if one day, you find that just being obedient won't get you what you want...don't listen to anyone anymore."

Fighting from the smelly and dirty political enemies, swallowing the flesh and blood of the enemy, the man who ascended to the Pope's position said completely untrue, good and beautiful words to his daughter for the first time: "Slaughter, frame, poison, murder...Adela , you are an obedient and good girl, remember this sentence of your father, if one day you have nowhere to go, then go ahead and be a bad boy."

He was still telling her to obey, but the meaning seemed to be different from every time before.

Adele's eyes widened in horror. Killing, framing, poisoning, murder... In the education she received, every word was dirty and unclean, and even the thought of such a thought was dirty and evil. She needs to confess to the priest for hearing such horrible words, but, but the person who said these words to her now, and even taught her to do so, is the incarnation of the Lord in the world, her pope father.

This contrast made her feel a certain uneasiness. In her eyes, the holy and beautiful Pope Hall seemed to be different from before. Those smiling icons, the punishment pictures hanging on the wall, and the blood-stained holy objects It has a different meaning.

Adele fell ill that day. After recovering from her illness, she consciously or unintentionally forgot about the second half of the meeting. The Pope never mentioned this matter again, as if these few words were just words in Adele’s dream. fantasy.

until now……

Sitting in the fiery Palace of Versailles, she suddenly recalled this experience again inexplicably. It was clearly ten years ago, but she was shocked to find that everything in the memory was as clear as if it was right in front of her eyes.

The old wrinkled back of the Pope's hands, the shepherd pattern embroidered on his clothes, the golden scepter beside the seat, her own shallow and rapid breathing, the itchy feeling of the sweat on her back slipping through the skin and falling into the clothes, she She wanted to move her body, but her father's eyes pierced her sharply like a falcon, and the bloody smell that made her tremble was surging inside, and the words that came out of his lips pierced into her ears from far and near, It seems that there is no end to the spell, appearing again and again in her nightmares——

Adele, Adele, slaughter, frame, poison, murder...

Adele, you are an obedient child...

Adele, slaughter, frame, poison, murder!

Adele!

slaughter!Framed!Poison!murder!

The stormy words roared out from the pope's mouth, dragging her down the black vortex, and she suddenly trembled all over, because at this moment, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to be herself at all.

When she was young, she listened to the maid's words to eat, pray, and study on time every day, and became a qualified "pope's daughter". When she grew up, she obeyed her father's words to marry Louis obediently. Let herself fall in love with her husband, dedicate everything to him, and then, and then she finally found out that her dedication was not worth mentioning in the eyes of others, so she had a crazy idea that she had never had before.

They all made her obedient, and she was fed up with obedient life, as long as she stepped on their heads, who else could say the nightmare "obedient, Adele" to her?

She is queen!No one can order her to be obedient anymore!

but……

Why are the words of the Pope still lingering in her ears like a necrosis?And when she was about to forget her life ten years ago?

Slaughter, frame, poison, murder!

Adele's pupils suddenly dilated.

She slaughtered the servants in the Palace of Fontainebleau who knew the truth, she framed the innocent gardeners, she poisoned the nobles who wanted to control her, she sneaked into the king's bedroom through a secret passage, and cut the neck of Louis XIII , murdered her husband...

omg...

The young queen opened her mouth, and from her throat let out a horrific, silent scream.

who is she? !who is she? !Who is she? !

The flames outside the window rushed up, licking the beautiful stained windows of the Palace of Versailles. The heat wave had already eroded to the second floor, and the surrounding temperature was rising, but Adele felt that she was dying of cold. She had never been so cold However, being soaked in ice and snow is nothing more than that.

Her life is a dull book, wrapped in gold, silver, jewelry, brocade and silk decorations, even if it is placed on the most expensive bookshelf, no wise person who knows the goods is willing to buy her, after all, who would want to buy her? To understand the life of a puppet who has been coaxed, tricked and pushed forward for various reasons all his life.

The puppet in the theater dances according to the owner's wishes, and entertains the audience in exchange for money; she is also living according to the wishes of different people, in exchange for them what they want.

Those vast lands, untold money, invisible power, or something more elusive.

This weird drama is about to come to an end today, and fireworks have been set off on her stage. Is this a curtain call for her?The knights outside the living room shouted her name loudly, wanting to ask the queen to take refuge elsewhere. Fire was already spreading up the stairs, but none of them could open the door locked by the queen.

Adele didn't care what they said at all. A strange smile appeared on her cheeks that had lost a lot of weight after she ascended the throne. She stopped listening to other people's words. If birth cannot be decided by herself, then death... can always be decided by her Own it independently?

She was a little confused, a little dazed, and a little uneasy thinking that this might be the only freedom that could be decided in her hands.

The flower window was forced to crack by the high temperature, and the hot night wind outside whistled and blew into the room, making a long whining sound. Adela suddenly seemed to be unable to feel the oncoming heat wave. The majestic and vast world comes into view, the whole of Paris is like a shining ruby, exuding unparalleled charm in the dark night, and as long as she opens her arms, she can be embraced by this thick and beautiful land , to obtain eternal peace.

"So you're going to abandon your loyal knights just like that? While they're trying to save you?"

A strange yet familiar voice sounded softly behind her.

Adele was startled, she had obviously locked the door, and there was no one else in the living room——

She grabbed the window frame and turned her head. The gentleman with long silver-gray hair and cornflower blue eyes was smiling at her.

"...Dr. Vincent."

Adele pronounced the name in a daze.

She hadn't seen the doctor since the death of Louis XIII. She was addicted to the power and new world she had gained, and now...

"Will you be my mourner?" Adele originally wanted to ask him why he was here, and whether the priest and the boy named Edward had anything to do with him, but when she spoke, she suddenly felt Very boring.

So what if the question came out, as if she had the right to care about those who were really similar.

Paris is shining brightly tonight, and the city is about to usher in its own doomsday. Will its queen be spared?

"I would be honored if this is your request."

Vincent lowered his head slightly, not looking directly at the queen whose skirt was flying in the hot hunting wind.

"What wish do you have, do you need me to fulfill it for you?"

The queen stared at him, and after a while, she pointed to the downstairs: "I don't know if it has been burned... If it is burned, forget it. In the garden downstairs, there is the last 'Alice'. I picked it." Yishu originally wanted to see him, but he didn't seem to need it. If you want, pick a flower and give it to him for me. He is a very good actor, but it is a pity that he was not born at the best time. "

After listening patiently, Vincent nodded and asked casually, "So, can you give me a token of your identity?"

Adela smiled, and seemed to think that this request was unnecessary, but she didn't say much, and raised her hand to take off the necklace around her neck—this was a gift from the nobles when she became a queen, consisting of 68 necklaces. The gorgeous jewelry composed of rubies and 450 diamonds looks very beautiful with the coronation dress.

But at the moment, it's just a bunch of cold dead things.

The doctor took the string of expensive little things and stood quietly aside. Adela turned her head, looked at the vast night sky and the splendid city again, and muttered to herself: "My life is really boring. .”

The slender fingers loosened, and the young queen fell into the warm embrace of the earth.

Looking at the empty flower window, the mad doctor closed his eyes, mourned for the lost soul for 3 minutes, pressed the top hat on his head, and looked at the string of gems in front of him for a while: "It's time, go pick up another A new member."

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Do you think I am a meek lamb,

Have you really lost the ability to cry in front of the butcher's knife?

Do you think I'm a puppet,

Will there be no more souls mourning for fate?

You clothe me with flowers and precious stones,

put on a beautiful crown,

praise me,

Adele, Adele!

You are the most obedient and lovely girl in the world!

say to me,

Adele, Adele!

You are the beloved daughter of God in the world!

and put me on the stage,

tell the audience,

The show is on!

——"The Book of Truth: The Puppet Queen"