The Branded Female Fencer - Chapter 997

Chapter 997: Those who go our way, Part 37 ~ Those who observe, those who lurk their breath ② ~




"Hmm... I didn't know you hated Orangeables so much by then, what happened? I thought Jake was the priority."

"There's that too. Jake's an angry kid, and it's no different than killing him one day. Of course, your plan is going on at the same time. But that means that Orangeables will take precedence depending on the circumstances. Because it turns out that Osiria was a candidate for" The Witch. "

Yugdrasil's expression moved on Doom's remarks. And ask carefully.

"Did you know that much?"

"That mouthful, you seem to know it, but I had some idea. That's why I'm telling you, too. Osiria had hatred for the Orange Bull. She was also mentally manipulated by Orangeables before she met me. I didn't even know why I did that to her, but I figured it out earlier.

Osiria was one of the 'witches' and, as far as possible, born beings. Maybe there were other candidates, but she must have been one of the outstanding. That's why Oranzeble laid eyes on him. Astrology was used, or astrology was' manipulated 'to devise a way for other sorcerers and witches not to understand their existence. That's how I put it at my disposal and manipulated it as I wanted, putting a spiritual restraint on it.

But it didn't work. I don't even know if he knows why or not. But at least Osiria failed, creating the tragedy of the abandoned capital Zeth. Crazy Osiria left Oranzebul's reign and died with the ancient lands. And sealing Osiria must also have involved Aurangebull in some way. That's why you met me. [M]

And with the fact that I got the dispel orb, Osiria is also bringing back memories of the time. I guess that's what I'm talking about. "

"I won't tell you whether that's true or not, but with that fact in mind, Doom, what do you want to do with the Orange Bull?

"Kill. Let us taste more despair than Osiria"

Seeing Doom's expression, Yugdrasil realized that Doom was serious.

"Why? Given your nature, turning him over to his enemies should be too dangerous. I don't care if I kill you, I'll leave it to someone else."

"That's not all there is to it. Osiria would go kill Oranzebul even if she left him alone. Osiria will be a natural enemy to Oranzebul, but I'm still not sure I can kill him. Then I think I should help. [M] Osiria is the only one who can live with me. It's true you still care about this, huh?

"I see, love"

"Should I call this love like a human being? Looks like I have a human part again."

Doom smiled bitterly. I thought Yugdrasil saw something rare, but said nothing more.

"You said you were going to kill Orange Bull. You're not going to stop me?

"If you're going to die there, then so is the Orange Bull. It's not something I should be involved in."

"I mean, that Oranzeble is not the bearer of the continent's destiny?

"Well, I wonder. I think it's possible, but it's not a top priority for me"

"So what's the top priority for you?

"Honestly, I can't make up my mind. You'll see in the next battle."

"So until then, not much?

"All I can do and will do is watch. That's all I've got, toothpicks."

"You know, toothpicks, you think. I have that kind of emotion."

"Emotions? I don't know how to call this emotion."

"You're clumsy about the habit of doing anything."

"If I were all-powerful in the true sense, I wouldn't have a problem in the first place."

"Is that true, too? Is Yugdrasil also omnipotent when it comes to spirits or more?"

When Doom saw Yugdrasil slightly, Yugdrasil followed the scene to avoid his gaze. After all, Doom didn't know what Yugdrasil had in mind, but at least Doom had one certainty. That Yugdrasil can't be an obstacle to killing Orangeables.

All you have to do is work out a concrete plan, and when you think about it, Doom left the spot. I'm already starting to plant it. Doom was firmly determined when he made sure he regretted the Orange Bull.

There is a place in the Association of the Traitors where only one corner is secretly sinking in the aftermath of victory and the smell of blood. It is the house where the purple garden lives, the rightful wife of Purity White Fun.

She lay on the hospital bed for a long time and did not show her face on the table, but she took her breath away earlier. But only his sons and daughters, and the nurses of the purple garden, and their sons, Shouk. As the wife of Puritanical White Fun, who is sifting through power, I must say it was on too secluded a death.

Most people in the purple garden do not even know who serves puritanical leisure. There were still no purple gardens where Purity White Fun appeared in the Demon Society, and she was a woman suddenly brought by Purity White Fun when she gained a certain amount of power within the Association. The Ziyuan family was a house without great power, without any special talent for what he had brought in, when it had become the subject of the association that the marriage was magical.

Even after the marriage, Puritanical Baihan's kung fu continued to emerge remarkably, but his wife, Ziyuan, lived quietly, not wanting anything in particular, so no one was more concerned about its existence. Nor did Purity Bai Fu pass to the Purple Garden, and even the couple were told that they were cold. Thus, the purple garden was to be treated within the Association of Exorcisms as if she were not there, while being the genuine wife of a powerful man named Purity White Fun.

Ziyuan then set up a son, but this was Shouk. But Shouk was born weak, and he was also told that life was at stake until he became an adult. Shouk, the son of Puritan Bailey, but weak in body, was also treated by his father so much that no one in the association, like Ziyuan, became concerned about its existence. The sanctuary where they lived became ignored even though it was in a painting of the association, and only a few servants served in the place.

And now that Ziyuan is dead, only a few people beside Jingyi Bai Le will know, and Jingyi Bai Le himself did not intend to visit. The body of the purple garden, laid in a futon, had lost its colour and had originally become white so that its white skin was clear. Shouk thin body as a stick beautifully applied makeup to death, and only his expression was like that of his mother when he was healthy.

"My mother has a gentle face of death."

Shouk thinks. He said the bloody struggle and mother were lifeless in this exorcism association, which marks the history of slaughtered blood. It was well known to Shouk that the power struggle of the Magic Society would not have been suitable for my mother, who was not originally strong. So I'm glad this is such a lonely funeral. Shouk thought he didn't want his mother's death to be tarnished by a lowlife who made a loud noise poorly and gathered in power.

And Shouk also knew that my father would not come. My mother's hand moved and stopped Shouk when she told me she was going to call my father on her death. It was so powerful that I didn't think it was at death.

Continued