You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 706

She collapsed at my attack, the bones blossoming from the ground broke apart as they tried to make their original shape return... and yet... although I didn’t want to be affected by her words...

"AGH! IS IT SHAMEFUL?! GH! HE USED YOU LIKE A DOLL AND THEN- KGH!! HE KILLED YOUR MOTHER AND THAT OLD WOMAN ONLY FOR SAYING YOU TRULY DIED IN THAT ACCIDENT!!!"

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!!" — I snapped fearing that what she says... could actually be true.

I ran towards her after that, seeing that the waves had paralysed her acting on instinct... on wrath.

"THAT’S A LIE! HE WOULDN’T DO THAT! THEY HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM!! HE WANTED ME! SO THIS CANNOT BE!!"

"! !!.! !?! HE! KH! HE KILLED THEM WHILE MAKING YOU A FAVOUR! HAHAHA!! HE SAID: THIS WAY YOU WILL BE WITH HER!! WITH MY ELIZABETH!!!"

The way she grotesquely laughed while being destroyed from the inside made me feel true hatred. What if it were true? What if mom did confront him... what if granny...

— Life is crueller the more we grow older, isn’t it? —

— I don’t know if we will meet soon or if it will even happen... —

"... is it true?"

"AaaAgHH!!"

"Is it... Is it really true that they were murdered by him?! ANSWER ME KARINA!!"

"NGAAAAHH!! YES!! HAHA! THEY WERE!! KHGH!"

I was simply standing beside her. Looking at how the waves were also cracking her skin so mercilessly that her body’s structure could be seen clearly even when pouring dark blood from it... I suddenly had one of those moments in which all was clear and I could only feel how Alis Abyssi needed to be stabbed in this witch’s chest so everything could find its rightful place... But I stopped the waves, knowing that it could be dangerous yet I didn’t care. For all I could feel besides clarity was violence building up inside me.

"The fact that you weren’t and will never be loved makes sense to me now, Karina." — I told her as I crouched by her side to listen to her long gasp of relief at the stop of the waves I now controlled nicely. — "You enjoy others suffering so much that you confuse it with love... if what you say about my other life loved ones is true... nothing can be done."

"Huff! Haha... are you giving up because I can also control Seth’s mind? Were you always so easy to defeat Elizabeth?!"

"Delusional you are... in this situation is it truly me who should give up? As much as you know about me... the gods have taught me of you."

"Ngh! Hahh!!"

"... Calla was like a sister to you back in Izeneya..." — I told her while preparing my hand as I watched someone else’s distant past. — "Even after you destroyed what she loved she still tried to save what you became... and yet you killed her and also the man you supposedly loved."

"Kgh... she didn’t love me! She left me and took my man!!"

"... I am so glad I am not Calla... for I won’t feel remorse as you die. This must be why... I was hers and Fenrir’s chosen."

My hand moved fast. I had decided in a cold second I should become a murderer myself if I wanted my loved ones safe... and yet my hand couldn’t hit the skin with Alis Abyssi itself. The waves it ignited instead, went through and finally broke her body into pieces as if all of her was a carved bone ready to return as dust to the ground.

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He had sensed the variations of aura when still far from the Palace. His concerns told him it was best to hurry and that his mother’s appearance had been timely. With his aura and skill he knew the place Marianne would be at was different to the one he parted with her and the tracks of Katrina’s attacks had made the path she ran clear to the man.

’Quickly, quickly!!! Please love tell me you’re alright!!!’ — He repeated and repeated dissipating the governing danger he carried in his being into a simple man’s worry.

For a concerning while, the clash of vibrations and defying auras he sensed at a distance had weakened into stillness. The horse started to feel slow once inside the Main Palace and his Fullmen speed was used, not releasing his weapon, ready to engage in battle if the scene demanded it from the enraged man.

Nevertheless, the Ball Room, as dark as the night only allowed the shape of one figure to be highlighted, trying to show another too torn on the ground to identify in the quiet.

"Hff... hf.. Marianne?" — Zeleskiaz, glad to recognise the reddish brown paced slowly but delighted towards her, yet her smile was different to the one he expected once back to her. — "Anne, my love, you’re alright...?? This is..."

"Look... she’s still trying to rebuild herself up..."

"No... she’s dead... It’s only the traces of her aura." — He said, coming closer and holding her so she would stand and get some distance from the witch’s cracked body dirtying more of the white gown. Observing how her eyes were fixed on the witch’s visage as if dead like they once were, not too long ago to forget. — "Anne... are you alright?"

The ninth’s eyes only drifted to her hand that was bleeding not because of the fight but because of her own nails holding the divine accessory, and a story she was told by Calla resonated in her mind as she understood how Katrina was killed, who she was... and also recalled what a part of her soul had shut down in the deepest trying to survive a torn sadness that now felt agonising.

"Heh."

"Anne? Marianne?"

A deity appeared as if her name was the alarm it waited, taking with an effortless swipe of its tongue the remains of Katrina’s body. Laughing with grotesque growls as it also stepped on the bones she controlled and drank the blood that was already drying from the place she died defeated.

— Khrkhrkh... never again will you know life... chaining myself, killing a friend to my fangs... it is only fair that the power you shared with those of Izeneya, with Calla who hoped to save you, is the one to end any trace of your existence, Katrina. —