15. Gradually Overlapping Figures
“This is… a Blood Slave?”
The equally knowledgeable Emilia recognized Uncle Wei’s identity at that moment. A Blood Slave is a monster that is neither a Blood Clan member nor a human, created when a human is killed by the Blood Clan and accidentally soaked in their blood, with a very small chance of transformation.
These Blood Slaves possess decent self-healing abilities. Although they cannot compare to true Blood Clan members, they far exceed human capabilities. At the same time, they inherit the Blood Clan’s bloodlust and instinct to kill, but unlike the Blood Clan, they lack their own consciousness and cannot control their desires and impulses; they are mere monsters that only understand the craving for blood and murder.
Now that Uncle Wei has been transformed into a Blood Slave, it means that the murderer who killed him and his entire family is indeed a member of the Blood Clan.
Seeing Uncle Wei, who was once a kind and just person, reduced to such a monster filled Evelyn with an indescribable sadness. She silently waved her hand, and the tentacles binding Uncle Wei tightened instantly, violently twisting his body. The sound of his bones cracking made one shiver, and broken bones even pierced through his skin.
“You are free.”
Unable to watch this cruel scene any longer, Evelyn trembled and turned her head away. Immediately, more tentacles emerged from the Magic Circle, wrapping tightly around every inch of Uncle Wei’s skin, and then sharply twisting inwards—blood flew in all directions in an instant.
“I’m sorry, I misunderstood you.”
At this moment, Emilia also realized that she had misunderstood Evelyn. With a hint of apology, she looked at Evelyn, who remained standing there, unresponsive.
“Can you tell me the reason you killed that Rich Young Master yesterday?”
After a long silence, Emilia broke the silence again. Suddenly, she felt that with Evelyn’s actions as a demon, she couldn’t quite be considered a competent demon, and she didn’t really seem like a butcher who would take lives so casually.
“Do you know what that scum did?”
“I do.”
Emilia nodded. When she was lying on the bed in the hotel last night, she specifically searched for information about that Rich Young Master online, and the results nearly infuriated her. It was probably at that moment that her view of Evelyn, the demon, began to shift subtly.
“What if I tell you that the victim of that case is the girl lying in a pool of blood in front of you right now? How would you feel?”
“It’s her!?”
Emilia looked in shock at the remains of the girl in the center of the living room, a hint of pity and sorrow appearing in her eyes.
“So you killed that guy to avenge this girl?”
Emilia asked tentatively, as if she had thought of something.
“Not exactly.”
Evelyn shook her head. While avenging Uncle Wei’s daughter was indeed one of her motives, even if the victim were not her, Evelyn would still unhesitatingly deliver justice to that scum.
“His death was a result of his own choice, and my purpose is very simple—justice.”
A serious expression rarely appeared on Evelyn’s face as she slowly walked out the door, turning to look back at Emilia. The piercing sunlight streamed through the hallway window, illuminating half of Evelyn’s face, making her expression grave and authoritative.
“Justice…?”
To be honest, Emilia always felt it strange and awkward to hear the word “justice” from a demon’s mouth. But at that moment, she vaguely saw the shadow of a young man behind Evelyn, stirring something deep within her.
That morning he left seemed to be a scene just like this…
The figure from her memories gradually overlapped with Evelyn in front of her, destiny prompting Emilia to say that phrase again, exactly like two years ago.
“But you don’t have to do all this…”
“I know, but if I don’t do it, then who will execute justice?”
Evelyn turned around, speaking to Emilia one word at a time with earnestness.
“You’ve seen the news about that scum and should understand how minuscule human judgment can be in the face of humanity’s darker side.”
“While there are indeed instances where the buried truths and grievances have been unearthed after many years, the problem is how many such instances can there be? And during that time, what kind of suffering must those weak people, who were already victims, endure!?”
“The most important thing is, can delayed justice truly be considered justice?”
“Can a late judgment really soothe the deep-rooted pain in people’s hearts?”
In an instant, Emilia saw the young man from her memories, who dreamed of being a partner in justice, merge completely with the demon in front of her.
Unconsciously, Emilia’s eyes began to redden, tears shimmering in her eyes.
“Thank you.”
“Huh?”
Evelyn was momentarily taken aback, tilting her head in confusion, not quite understanding why the angel before her suddenly looked like she was about to cry.
Could it be that her impressive speech just now stunned her?
“Emilia, this case still needs you to help notify the Church or the Night Watchman, as I’m a demon and it’s not appropriate for me to appear before them.”
“There’s no doubt that the murderer of this case is a Blood Clan member, but it’s likely not a noble. I know a Blood Clan noble, and they have their own pride, absolutely disdainful of committing such heinous acts.”
“Therefore, the true culprit in this incident is likely a civilian Blood Clan member or an exile hiding in the city, and there’s a significant possibility that they will strike again. To prevent more victims, we need the cooperation of the Night Watchman or the Church.”
Emilia nodded upon hearing this. Blood Clan nobles have always prided themselves on their nobility. Their daily actions, including their diet, adhere to a set of complicated rituals, making it impossible for them to lower themselves to do something like this. Therefore, the truth of the matter is very likely as Evelyn speculated—it was committed by an ordinary Blood Clan member who hadn’t drained blood for a long time.
Thus, to prevent more victims, they must rely on the human Night Watchman or the Church to increase their search and preventive measures.
After all, the numerical advantage is significant.
“I understand. What about you? Where do you plan to start looking for clues?”
“I know someone who might provide some extremely reliable information.”
Evelyn turned around and unfolded her Demon Wings, preparing to leave, while Emilia stood in place, her expression complex as she watched her until Evelyn completely disappeared from her sight.
Was it an illusion?
It felt like Evelyn really resembled him…
Whether in ideals or personality…
