Chapter 302 – Secret Fiona (3)

“No way… Did you do this reckless thing because of one slave?”

“There’s that, and there’s also getting rid of the apostles of evil spirits in advance. It’s a shame and something.”

He shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal, but all he got back was a look at the insane guy.

I didn’t know that the head of the crazy guys would look at me like that.

I’m sorry… !

However, there was no one who listened to my side of the unfair. That’s because everyone was more curious about the part that was for Karla.

Elisha asked, sweeping her long drill head once.

“You? What do you mean, for Carla?”

“Not a big deal. Even though it’s Karla, she’s a similar case to you, so they say she became a slave.”

“If it were me… A spirit summon?”

“… No, that’s Iris. You were just staying together and then you were sentenced to slavery because of the boiling silence.”

“Ah.”

Iris, who was really trying to summon a spirit rather than being framed, put on a grumpy expression behind her, but she couldn’t help it because it was her own business.

In any case, the rumor that the reason Karla became a slave was a false accusation that her father, Theodore Lindelheit, was also false.

The biggest surprise at this was Havel, the man who personally dragged Theodore to the place of execution.

“That is… What? Theodore was innocent… ?”

“Yes. All of the things that came out as evidence of the alleged cult are fakes prepared by the Seething Silence Church. Servis, who was the butler of the Lindelheit family, was a spy.”

“I am… I am…”

Havel suddenly stopped, as if the shock was great. Isn’t the man called the Sword Master too weak mentally?

No Maybe he was mentally exhausted from something that had happened recently.

Because Fiona’s trickery didn’t end with the Lindelheit family, it also went to Havel.

“Lord Havel would be the same. Every time I tried to buy Karla to fulfill her will, I kept saying something happened to her palace, right? Don’t you think it’s a very unfortunate coincidence? What is it like for a person who is the equivalent of a sword master to be lethargic?”

“…”

Havel doesn’t say anything and just hangs her head.

The sword master’s body does not work with quite a few drugs. But drugs aren’t the only things that break people.

Successive failures. The feeling of helplessness in not being able to do anything. Endless terror. Loyalty that must be maintained nonetheless.

What would happen if the person who rose to the position of superhuman after going through her own path doubted her own path and regretted it?

It might be fine right now, but gradually the sword called Havel would become dull and rusty.

Because the most feared poison is the poison of the mind.

Maybe that’s why he died without giving Fiona a shot at H&A, an apostle who should have been on the same level?

Of course, that’s just speculation anyway.

When Havel, who had been chewing on my story, raised her head again, there was a mixture of murder and anger in his eyes.

The moment Havel took a step, she immediately blocked his way.

“I told you. There is someone else who will kill Fiona.”

“…”

Havel stared at me without saying a word. Before long, however, his sharp momentum faded, and the strength in his sword gripped him.

“… Yes. That’s right. At least that’s not me.”

With a low voice, Havel stepped back again.

And Fiona, who watched all this, looked this way as if she was dumbfounded.

“How… How did you find out about this? There would have been no evidence. And what does it look like…”

“Well.”

He smiled and pushed Kara’s back.

“Do I need to inform you?”

I will die soon

Even without saying anything, Fiona, who guessed what she was saying behind her, let out her drool.

Carla lifted her staff towards Fiona.

“Fiona de Levantine. It’s time to pay the price.”

“Pay it. It sounds like you’re getting your revenge. You know what? You were originally going to be sold to a eunuch called the Marquis of Cyprus. At least we laid the plate that way.”

“?”

“Instead of being crippled, he is a very sadistic and perverted praetor. If you had fallen into his hands, would you have thought of revenge like you do now? No, could I have known the truth in the first place?”

“…”

Fiona snorts at Carla, who cannot say anything.

“No! You are just lucky! Lucky to meet the owner who is insensitive to mana! Hear the truth from the owner who luckily found out everything! Luckily, I gathered a strong party and drove me here! You did nothing! It’s all your master’s work! So even if you kill me, Karla Lindelheit’s revenge won’t come true!”

Fiona’s smile mixed with joy and ridicule.

I desperately feel the will to sprinkle poop on the way to the end.

Come to think of it, all the cultists I’ve met have been like that. Those who curse the world until they die, curse the person in front of them, and just want everything to fall apart.

Did the mental contamination of evil spirits make them this way, or do people like that really make it possible to rise to the rank of executive in the cult?

I don’t know.

The only thing that is certain is that leaving Fiona’s babbling mouth alone won’t do any good.

So, the moment you want to step out.

Tight.

Suddenly, Carla grabbed my hand. I also put it on the pod so that it doesn’t come out easily.

A gesture asking everyone to leave it to themselves.

Basically, I did what I wanted to do, and when I asked what she wanted to do, she said she wanted to do what I wanted to do. It was quite unusual for her to stop me head-on because it was Carla who smiled.

It took a moment to stare blankly at Karla’s profile. Soon after, the corner of Karla’s mouth went up.

It seems to be laughing, but it also seems to look down on the other person. In the end, a strangely unlucky smile that seems to be patronizing as if it couldn’t be helped.

I hate to admit it, but it looked just like the smile I sometimes wear, as other women have said before.

“You. It’s really basic, but you don’t seem to know anything about it.”

“What… What do you mean I don’t know?”

As if Karla had waited, she stretched out her chest and shouted with a confident voice.

“Originally, everything in a slave belongs to the owner! My body, mind, revenge of the past and dreams of the future! Everything belongs to the master, not me, so what’s the point of saying that it’s not my revenge?”

“… To?”

Fiona sounds bewildered as if she doesn’t understand what she’s been hearing.

In fact, neither do I.

What do you mean, Carla… The responsibility is too heavy… I think I’m going crazy…

The words I wanted to say swirled around in my mouth, but I couldn’t let anything out.

That was also the case because Karla looked up this way with her ruby ​​eyes shining.

She had no choice but to swallow the words that had risen up to her throat.

“Master! Master! I thought about it, how about we finish it together?”

“Uh… ?”

“Since it started as a collaboration between the owner and me, I thought it would be good to finish it together!”

“Huh…”

“More than anything else, Master is now ‘Lindelheit’ too, right?”

Carla lightly placed her hand on my chest and gave me a bewildering smile.

Men are truly simple creatures, and thoughts can change with just a light touch and eye smile.

Like right now

“Uh, yes. Carla, if you want to.”

“Hurray!”

Carla smiled broadly and raised her clasped hands to face Fiona.

Carla smiles politely at Fiona, who cannot keep up with the sudden change in circumstances and only rolls her eyes.

“Lindelheit’s magic that even the evil spirits feared. I’ll show you clearly.”

“What?! Are you out of your mind! Or maybe… !”

Fiona looked this way with a shocked expression.

She didn’t do teaching assistants, so I don’t want her to look at me like that.

But this time, I was not given a chance to explain. Before she could even open her mouth, Karla’s mana began to move.

At this rate, Carla would be able to cast her magic alone. I shut her mouth tightly and raised her mana.

“—————.”
“—————.”

Casting continued holding her hand.

Maybe it’s because she learned her magic from Karla. The chant, which should have been different for each person, was an exception for the two of us.

Same word. A different voice. But rhymes that blend harmoniously.

As if they had been one from the beginning, the chants of Kara and I began to mix.

… And it was the same with Mana.

The core that should resonate with mana in the air resonates with Karla’s core.

Each other’s waves overlapped and collided and even collapsed a little, but in the end they became a bigger one.

Ugh-

Is it because Yonginhwa has not been lifted yet? As soon as the core connected, I was able to recognize everything about Carla, just like I recognized everything about myself.

It feels like I am Karl, and Karla has become me.

A sense of unity I have never experienced before involuntarily lifts my spirits.

And along with the heightened spirit, mana also began to rise.

Dig-!

A huge amount of mana began to gather in the small flame that formed in front of the hands held together.

It was a fun and new experience in itself, but everything has an end. Even if it seems like forever, in the end, it was just a moment.

After all the chanting ended, there was only one starter word left.

Foreseeing death, Fiona shook her head from side to side, and Carla and I looked at each other and nodded.

And the last piece that follows.

“”Incinerate!””

Super-heated flames that could burn away even bone fragments clung to Fiona’s body.

Roaring-!

That was it.

Because he turned Fiona’s body to ashes before she even had time to scream.

Ashes blown by the wind blowing through the broken windows. Carla looked at that figure for a while and smiled broadly at this side.

A bright smile resembling a flower in full bloom.

“Shall we go now, Master?”

That smile somehow resembled the blue flower decoration that was said to be the symbol of the Lindelheit family.

If so, that glitter must be the dew reflected in the morning sun.