Free Web NovelChapter 350: Visiting The Ministry Of Love
The next morning, Clara decided to stretch her luck. She dressed herself in a floral gown and tied her hair into a simple ponytail, just like she used to when she was still with Damian. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she could not help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her. It had been a long time since she had dressed like this.
Taking a deep breath, she walked downstairs.
Racheal was already seated at the dining table. A cup of black coffee rested beside her while she calmly read the morning newspaper, seemingly uninterested in everything happening around her.
Clara forced a smile before walking over.
"Can you take me to Chicago? I want to take a look at his church."
"No."
Racheal answered without even lifting her eyes from the newspaper, leaving Clara blinking in genuine disbelief.
"What?"
The word escaped her mouth almost instinctively.
She genuinely had not expected such a direct refusal. Not even an acknowledgment. Just a single word before Racheal returned to reading as though Clara had never spoken at all.
Clara clenched her fists and her brows furrowed. She remained standing exactly where she was. Clearly she had no intention of leaving.
"Take me..."
Her voice carried a hint of determination.
Racheal didn’t react.
"Take me."
Still she got nothing. But Clara refused to back down.
For nearly an entire minute she remained standing there, repeating those same two words over and over again with stubborn persistence until Racheal could no longer pretend she wasn’t there.
Slowly Racheal lowered the newspaper. Her cold gaze finally met Clara’s.
"You are begging to get hurt."
Her eyes suddenly glowed with a faint pink light while her fingernails slowly darkened, lengthening into razor sharp black claws.
The temperature within the dining room seemed to drop. Yet, Clara refused to move. She simply closed her eyes and remained exactly where she stood.
Racheal’s frown tightened.
She was beginning to lose what little patience she had left. But then she noticed something.
High in the corner of the dining room, a pair of familiar purple eyes silently stared back at her. They carried no emotion, just a blank expression.
’Damian.’
The thought flashed through Racheal’s mind.
Of course. Even from Lebanon he could still sense her killing intent. He was a demigod after all.
The pink glow within Racheal’s eyes slowly faded and her claws gradually returned to normal. She let out a long, defeated sigh.
"I’ll have someone take you around."
She folded the newspaper neatly before standing up.
"He’ll be here shortly."
Without another word, Racheal calmly walked out of the dining room, leaving Clara standing there with visible confusion written across her face.
She honestly wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait very long. Barely a minute later, another figure entered the kitchen.
Although he wore the same black suit, white shirt, tie and sunglasses as every other member of the estate’s security team, Clara recognized him immediately.
"Lith?" She tilted her head slightly. "Loth’s twin brother?"
Lith immediately smiled before giving a respectful nod.
"Yes, Miss Clara."
Ever since his very first meeting with Damian, the newly crowned Prince had disliked him for reasons Lith himself still couldn’t understand. Ever since then, he had wisely kept his distance for the sake of his own survival. While his twin sister enjoyed the warmth of Damian’s household and steadily climbed through the ranks, Lith remained nothing more than another ordinary demon soldier serving beneath him.
Life under this new Lord was difficult. Every opportunity had to be earned. Still he never stopped waiting for the day he could finally prove himself.
"I will take you to my Lord’s Chicago residence through the secret passage."
Lith bowed respectfully.
He didn’t fully understand Clara’s relationship with Damian. But one thing had become abundantly clear. She occupied an important place within his Lord’s heart. If he carried out today’s task well perhaps she would one day speak favorably of him. That alone made the assignment worth everything.
"Secret passage?"
Clara blinked in surprise.
Even so she quietly followed behind him. Together they descended into the mansion’s basement. Passing through several corridors, Lith eventually stopped before what appeared to be an ordinary reinforced door.
Without explanation, he simply opened it. The moment Clara stepped through her eyes widened as she entered another basement vanished.
She quickly ran out to inspect only tj find familair corridors. This was truly the Chicago mansion he came to
Everything felt completely real.
She stared around the enormous residence in complete disbelief. A mansion connected to another mansion, separated by thousands of miles yet linked together by a single doorway.
If she ever told anyone about this they would undoubtedly call her insane.
After allowing her a few moments to recover, Lith escorted her outside. Waiting nearby was a luxurious purple SUV. The two entered the vehicle before driving through Chicago’s streets toward the small parish where the Ministry of Love had first begun.
As the SUV slowly rolled to a stop, Clara’s eyes widened once again. The small parish grounds were already overflowing with people. Dozens upon dozens of worshippers knelt quietly upon the grass outside the building with their hands clasped together in prayer.
Some silently wept while others whispered prayers beneath their breath. Every single one of them faced the church and this was only an ordinary Wednesday morning.
"Why aren’t they going inside?"
Clara finally asked.
Lith glanced toward the praying crowd before answering calmly.
"Due to the overwhelming number of people who wish to remain in close proximity to my Lord, the parish became overcrowded even on ordinary weekdays. Eventually a rule was established."
He pointed toward the church.
"All ordinary devotees pray outside. The sanctuary itself is reserved only for those seeking miracles."
He smiled faintly.
"Of course... On worship days, everyone is welcomed inside."
Clara slowly nodded.
The shock in her eyes only deepened. She had witnessed the growing excitement online. She had read the articles. But none of them came close to preparing her for seeing it with her own eyes.
