Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 808: Do Not Lie

“... Almighty God! I am a sinner who has offended You. Now, for You, and for the love of You above all, I sincerely repent for my sins, I sincerely repent for my sins, I sincerely repent for my sins, and I promise never to offend You again. I hope You will fully forgive my sins... Amen.”

[Self-reflection].

After repeating the prayer, Chalty once again pressed her palms together, continuing to recite her penitential prayer before the suffering statue. The repetitive act of pressing her heart seemed unable to wash away the guilt she felt inside.

The color of skin lingered in her mind, refusing to dissipate.

It was not until the door of the hall suddenly opened that Chalty heard footsteps, startling her. She quickly stood up to see that it was Mother Teresa.

“Chalty, my child, what’s wrong with you? Why do you look so flustered?” Mother Teresa walked up to Chalty and gently pressed her forehead.

“Mother, I... I can’t calm down.” Chalty felt too ashamed to speak of her actions.

She feared her sins could not only be unforgiven but might also be heavier... because she was lying to Mother Teresa, who had always cared for, taught, and raised her.

“Poor child.” Mother Teresa comforted her softly.

She had raised Chalty since she was a baby; many years ago, the child had been left at the door of the convent. Now, seventeen years had passed. How could Mother Teresa not realize that Chalty was hiding something?But her educational philosophy prevented her from pressing too directly. Instead, she deftly changed the subject. “I added some fuel to the motorcycle and started it. Thank God, it can still run. Later, you should take that child to the clinic in the village and stop by the village police station to ask if there have been any missing children recently.”

“Alright, Granny.” Chalty nodded.

Just then, however, Chalty suddenly widened her eyes, looking past Mother Teresa with a perplexed expression—behind Mother Teresa was the entrance to the hall.

Mother Teresa followed Chalty's gaze.

At the entrance of the hall stood the unconscious little girl, who had woken up at some point and was now standing there.

She wore an ill-fitting white women's shirt, which Chalty had changed her into, but all the buttons were undone. The child was essentially bare, wearing only a thin shirt over her.

Her eyes were vacant as she slowly approached the two women.

The half chain attached to the collar around her neck made a crisp clinking sound with each step—she was even barefoot.

“Child, you’re awake?” Mother Teresa exclaimed with surprise.

However, the girl seemed to hear nothing and showed no intention of stopping until she stood before Mother Teresa and Chalty.

This forced both Chalty and Mother Teresa to step aside to let her pass—she walked straight to the suffering statue, lifted her head to gaze at it, and then stood completely still.

Mother Teresa and Chalty had no idea what had happened to the child; they only observed from the side, noticing something strange on the little girl's face—it looked as if she were struggling with something.

“Child, are you alright?” Mother Teresa gently placed her hand on the little girl’s shoulder, asking with concern.

But this action seemed to trigger a switch; the little girl suddenly contorted her face in rage, but it was just a fleeting moment. “Don’t touch me!”

She even waved her hand, slapping it away, but it merely brushed off Mother Teresa's palm. Granny was momentarily taken aback, not because her palm hurt from being pushed away, but because of the dumbfounded expression on the little girl’s face.

The little girl stared at her palm in astonishment and then repeatedly clenched her fist—eventually, she suddenly swung her hand, fingers splayed, pointing at the suffering statue in front of her. “Explode!”

“Explode!”

“Explode!”

“Die for me!!”

She shouted several loud phrases, leaving Mother Teresa and Sharti exchanging bewildered glances, unsure of what the child was trying to do—there was no doubt she was engaging in something disrespectful.

“Child, don’t do that. You mustn’t show disrespect to God.” Mother Teresa's expression turned slightly alarmed as she hurriedly pressed down on the little girl’s hand, grabbing her shoulders and beginning to recite prayers to seek God's forgiveness for the girl’s actions.

At that moment, the little girl displayed a look of agony, as if the grip on her shoulders were burning her, causing her body to tremble.

“Stop praying!! Stop praying!!” The little girl cried out in pain, breaking free from Mother Teresa’s grasp and collapsing onto the ground, appearing utterly exhausted.

Seeing this, Chalty rushed to help the little girl up.

However, the child wore a face full of confusion, remaining silent as she turned her head, closed her eyes again, and fell back down, leaving both Mother Teresa and Chalty feeling strange.

After a brief discussion, the two decided it would be best to take the child to the village first and let Chalty purchase some daily necessities.

…

The sidecar motorcycle drove along the village road, with Chalty covering the little girl with a blanket as she focused on driving.

The little girl slightly opened her eyes for a moment before closing them again without making a sound. However, when the sidecar motorcycle hit a bump in the road, the little girl suddenly threw off the blanket, jumped from the vehicle, and rolled down the incline.

chalty heard the commotion and looked back, just in time to witness this dangerous scene.

She quickly slammed on the brakes but couldn’t stop in time and reached the spot where the girl had jumped off. Looking down, she could no longer see the child’s figure, and in her panic, she shouted in terror.

…

…

Her body rolled and spun, finally coming to a stop after a long while.

The little girl... Lucifer had never experienced such a terrible situation. The impact from rolling down the slope felt as if she were being hammered down by a giant club wielded by a cannibal.

She reached up to touch her cheek, feeling a slight dampness—blood was seeping from her cheek, likely from being cut by sharp grass during the fall.

“Has it really become this fragile…” Lucifer frowned.

Not only now, but also not long ago when the old woman in the chapel had tightly grasped her hands, Lucifer clearly realized just how weak she had become.

That old woman was certainly not someone with great holy power. She had simply devoted many years to prayer, and as a result, some holy characteristics had naturally manifested. At most, she possessed a seed of holy power, and even that was the kind that wouldn’t sprout.

Yet even so, while praying, she could still burn her own body.

Lucifer gritted her teeth and got up from the ground. She grasped the collar around her neck, wanting to destroy it—clearly, her powerful abilities were confined because of this thing.

“I never expected… that Bucky didn’t go to the Lost Zone, but rather…”

Lucifer's face involuntarily showed a hint of annoyance, along with deep confusion. “That place suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago; how did it reappear… and in this remote location, no less?”

Dragging her body, which was sore all over, she walked alone in the woods at the foot of the mountain. Soon, she spotted a lumberjack at work.

The lumberjack seemed surprised to see such a little girl walking barefoot, but upon noticing her injuries, he hurried over. “Child, are you okay? What happened?”

Lucifer frowned, thinking about how she was currently unable to move freely, her strength sealed, making her no different from an ordinary human child.

However, as a demon, even without power, deception remained her nature—though her pride kept her from conning an ordinary person. But considering her current situation, she had no other choice.

“Uncle… I accidentally fell off the cliff; can you help me?”

“Poor child, come with me.” The lumberjack kindly picked up Lucifer. “What’s your name, and where do you live?”

“My name is Lucy, and I live in the village…” Lucifer replied without hesitation, hoping the lumberjack would take her to a more populated area.

First—she needed to contact Charlotte.

But just as she finished speaking, Lucifer felt a terrible sensation, as if her brain were about to explode. A horrifying black flame seemed to be scorching her soul, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

“What… what’s wrong with you?” The lumberjack noticed that the little girl’s face had suddenly turned pale, as if she were enduring some pain. He quickly set her down, even neglecting to ask why she had a collar around her neck.

“I’m fine… Uncle, please take me to the village…” Lucifer gritted her teeth.

“Are you really okay?” The lumberjack frowned but still asked, “Where exactly does your family live? I can take you back.”

“Just in the village… the very first house in the front… Ah!!!!”

Lucifer suddenly clutched her head, rolling on the ground. The burning heat in her soul became increasingly terrifying, making her feel as if she were about to melt.

“Child! Child!”

“I… I’m fine…” Lucifer gasped, staggering to her feet, her face even paler. She stared at the lumberjack, numerous thoughts flashing through her mind, and finally gritted her teeth and said, “I’m sorry… I lied to you. My family doesn’t live in the village ahead.”

“Ah?”

“Don’t ask me questions; take me to a place with more people… In any case, I will repay you!” Lucifer said quickly, and then she fainted.

Before losing consciousness, a thought that frustrated Lucifer to no end flashed through her mind.

She had been subjected to the ‘punishment of lies.’

Once she told a lie, she would suffer the punishment of her soul burning and a splitting headache!

A dignified king of hell… was she to become an honest child?