You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 702
The tremors I thought were caused by the lashes of the bones and Zel’s aura weren’t solely sourced from them.
"I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU EVEN REALISE WHO YOU TRULY ARE MARIANNE!!!" — Enraged, a restless attack fell. The bones flew and were shot down at us. Zeleskiaz repelled them and I concentrated on myself trying to build up the power I showed just now. Murmuring things so the waves could be seen, yet it was only once I saw a tail crawl to get Zel’s foot that I finally understood how those sound waves worked.
"Stop! Zel, below!!"
"Kgh! Persistent witch!!" — He said as he smashed it away. Yet I managed to see it hesitate and even crack at the waves I emitted.
’... is it the intention behind it? The emotion?’ — I thought, finding hope while clutching my hairpin.
And then... stillness made us fall frozen for a second and a thick stench made me dizzy... although I wasn’t the only one affected... yet the only one unfazed was Zel.
It was as I stared at him, curious by how his eyes glowed in a darker red, that I saw the huge beast take form next to him. Finally listening to the growls strenuously as it snapped apart three big columns of bones Karina was using to hunt us, eating part of them in the process.
— Grwahahar!! Free I am...! The bug made it to her final breath in sorrow! Oh... Katrina... the shackles your blood placed on me have melted completely. Never should anyone shackle me... never should anyone take lives I have feasts with... grahahaha... You shall learn this... —
He walked beside Zel, entertained by the horror its presence instilled in the destroyed place, turning to me to say its needs.
— This witch’s army is mine to eat. — Looking far into the city, Fenrir licked its fangs releasing more of a stench of blood. — The kid is to walk with me... while your waves break completely the bones of the witch for me to eat. —
"What...? Y-you’re leaving?!"
— I can tear her bones yet they will be pulled together again. Child... Calla’s protege... my, our chosen. A witch of soundless waves. The humans in this realm named ya well, Pristina Pars. Once you break the core of her bones... this prey will be easier to devour. No choice to come back will it be granted ever again. —
Fenrir frightened me with the essence it poured once mentioning his prey. Then memory I did not summon suddenly came back to me... as if hearing it from the Emperor again:
<< ... whose Role shall become her Title’s Surname. This has been decided upon you and is meant to convey the nature of your nomination... Lady, Your Surname is now to be: Pristina Pars..... The Ninth Calla’s Confidant, Pristina Pars... whose soul is the innocent mouthpiece of a promise... >>
The devilish smirk of the beastly deity seemed to be mocking me as it looked down on me. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
— Innocent indeed thou are, child... the name blessed you a power, such was its nature... glory or ruin... You may bring any of these... yet you cannot avoid destruction in the way, as I chose you for this. —
"If you want to leave go on your own dog. I will stay with Marianne." — Zeleskiaz turned pointing one end of the two-bladed sword at the unfazed deity. And yet its nose lowered to breathe out on us in mockery, as if entertained by us, small humans.
— You have no choice, Oregor’s blood... child, destroy the witch while we come back... otherwise, this bond I chose... I will destroy as well. —
They disappeared in an instant but not only Zeleskiaz and Fenrir, dad and Paul had also disappeared from my sight.
Karina and I were the only ones here now... and she was as confused as I was although only enough to lose the last straw.
"Ha... HaAHAahaHa!!? Fenrir is gone?! Wherever he went it does not matter! If I kill you, I can still chain him again and do it all over!!!"
Against my will, I understood that my coming here wasn’t going to be a simple clean aid to the gods. Fenrir’s hatred and true nature demanded it. What these powers could do I was soon to learn all about it... Yet for sure... as pretty as my title is... the outcome of this battle would not be as innocent and pure as Pristina Pars sounded.
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"?!... this is Dahlka?!"
— If you want to go back, first you’ll need to help me paint it all with blood kid. —
"Help? Do it on your own!"
— You won’t go back. —
"!?"
— If you do... this bloodlust in your hands will turn into her demise. —
The deity in its fierce growl smirked. Sentencing the army in front of him and the beast for slaughter.
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"Do you believe Marianne will not learn of your death if you make us fight elsewhere?" — Paul asked detached from any emotion or interest in the lucid man who calmly cleaned his blade.
"... No."
"... What is this? Are you to sheathe the sword then?"
"No..." — Inspecting the blade, he threw the piece of cloth he had cut to clean it. Pointing it again at him admirably. — "Is it truly impossible... son?"
"What is?"
"... taking you back. Returning you to a clean soul... to make you leave these sickly thoughts about your sister and make you atone while alive and under my care."
"I was always like this... These sick thoughts you dislike are love. You would never understand. What you ask is nonsensical."
"... I do understand... Otherwise, why would I keep trying to save you when you say it is not possible?"
"I don’t want to be saved, Father. I want to love and be loved by Marianne."
"... then... why did you fail stabbing me to death?"
"..."
"You know I would never allow any of this... Never... for I... loVe yoU and Marianne... all of my chILdren... I love you so much..."
"..."
"I think I taught you exactly... how to kill with one clean stab... You failed on purpose, Paul."
"... I am not your child." — Paul then smiled, letting tears fall from his left eye. — "I won’t fail again. Marianne and I will be happy only once you and everyone dies."
"Son... I’m sorry..." — Lifting the sword to answer his son’s, Orland’s voice trembled, meeting his eyes for the last time to engrave the little gold left in their shades. — "I also won’t fail..."
