Chapter: 52. Found Out?
“Queen Sister, should we chop him up?”
“Hey, look at you getting all anxious again. If we’re going to chop, we must wait for him to finish mumbling. What if he slips up and reveals the mastermind behind it all? Always keep a heart that hopes for a lucky break and shortcuts.”
“Then should we chop off his limbs first?”
“Why not just leave him with only his mouth?”
“Good idea.”
“……”
Sister, you need to analyze the deeper meaning behind my words. How can you be so straightforward?
Murolov was actually a bit annoyed.
He thought that his whispers praising “that esteemed person” would put the two princesses on high alert, at least to make them a little tense.
— But who would have thought they were actually whispering to each other?
As such, Murolov had lost the mood to continue extolling the greatness of that being.
He finally straightened his posture, looking directly at the two former superiors standing on the stone across from the snowy mountain.
“Your Highness the Princess has come to eliminate me, the ‘rebel and traitor,’ right?”
“Belis, you need to consider a little more…”
“No, Queen Sister, it was him who was babbling first…”
“Your Highness the Princess has come to eliminate me, the rebel and traitor, right?!”
“Ah?!”
Why are you shouting?!
Xue Feiya and Belis were whispering to each other when they suddenly heard Murolov inexplicably erupting in anger, his expression also quite furious!
However, he controlled this anger well, his expression not collapsing too much; he simply brushed the snow off the luxurious sleeves, seemingly mocking.
“I always thought Your Highness the Princess represented the etiquette of the Demon Race; now it seems… the royal family might not know how to be polite either.”
“That’s hilarious. Why do you think once you finish speaking, others should quiet down and listen to you? Did that existence behind you teach you this? That’s quite lacking in manners.”
“Even if it’s you… I won’t allow such an evaluation of that supreme being.”
“You won’t allow? Who do you think you are? Oh? Then speak up, if you think our Demon Territory’s etiquette is lacking, what kind of lowly person do you consider to have manners?”
“You…! Hmm? Ha, I understand now. Princess Xue Feiya is still as frighteningly smart as ever, trying to provoke me with just a few words, to make me inadvertently reveal that esteemed person’s name?”
Oh, not really.
Xue Feiya was just upset because others said she was lacking in manners, so she was really angry and wanted to retort.
“It’s forbidden to mention that name… if you hear it, it will be unfortunate for both princesses.” Murolov said some nonsensical words, quietly looking up at the now bright sky, the faint auroras, “By the way, I’m quite curious, why aren’t even the ants of the Second Legion affected by the [Mental Magic]? I guess it’s because Princess Xue Feiya set up a three-layer barrier in advance? This is truly… indeed, ants need strong ones to protect them, that’s the unchanging law…?”
— Sizzle.
It was the sound of liquid falling heavily onto the snow as Murolov’s words echoed.
Murolov’s dark eyes slightly widened as he followed the sound to look at his arm.
The once luxurious robe was gone.
The medal symbolizing the commander of the Third Legion was also missing.
To be precise — the entire arm was gone.
The severed arm lay alone in the thick snow, blood flowing and dripping from the amputated section.
If it were someone else, this would be enough to claim half their life.
But Murolov still maintained a smile, shaking his head in a way that seemed almost apologetic.
“Oh dear… it seems my subordinate just said something that made Princess Xue Feiya angry? Well, considering they could engage with the Third Legion over such a long distance, it seems inappropriate to call them ants; ants wouldn’t be able to travel that far. Puhah… hahahaha! But if the Third Legion is just ants, then it makes this statement seem a lot more accurate! Hmm…! It actually hurts quite a bit, huh?”
He was quite arrogant.
At that moment, his other arm also suffered the same fate as the first.
Xue Feiya, with her cold purple eyes, slowly lowered her hand releasing [Wind Blade], not saying a word.
“No matter how weak they are, they’re still better than you, a hollow shell with no substance.”
“Ah… ah… right! That’s the look in your eyes! Your Highness, are you finally angry?! Haha! That’s the way! Don’t put on a nonchalant face! Be angrier! Be crazier! This is war!”
Ignoring the bloodstains on his severed arms and his own injuries.
Murolov shouted at Xue Feiya as if he had gone mad, like a man seeking death, but more like a fervent believer.
“You are the [Calamity Witch]! You are the supreme evil who brings disaster! You are a devil that came from hell! Stop pretending to be an innocent child with a pitiful act! Killing suits you far better! This is you, Xue Feiya Harde!”
“Then as you wish… Huh… I know, Belis, don’t worry about me.”
The tightening sensation in her fingertips, the subtle strength carrying the worries of the severe winter, reached deep into Xue Feiya’s heart.
That was the biggest reason she wanted Belis to stay by her side.
Xue Feiya never pretended to be strong enough to face all of life’s tribulations alone; she knew where she was weak.
On the contrary, this might be where Xue Feiya was strongest.
Self-knowledge is applicable to every rational person.
Watching Xue Feiya’s gradually furrowing brow relax, Murolov smacked his lips, sneering at it.
Then, the two severed arms that had fallen to the ground dissolved into chaotic black mist.
At the same time, chaos burst forth from the stubs of Murolov’s shoulders, regenerating at a rapid speed like a slime, twisting to reform new arms with well-defined muscle lines connecting to the original stumps; even his clothes completed their regeneration, more like a restoration rather than a mere recovery.
He slowly looked down to pick up the pure gold medal symbolizing the Third Legion that had fallen into the snow.
He glanced at it twice — then tossed it off the cliff into the abyss.
“This is no longer needed.” Murolov’s cold tone carried a clear disappointment.
Xue Feiya grasped at the air, and the medal that had just been thrown off the cliff bizarrely reappeared in her hands.
She wiped the dust off the top with her sleeve, making it shine brightly, and stored it safely with Storage Magic.
“It’s not that it’s unnecessary, but you are unworthy of it.”
“Hmm, Princess Xue Feiya is speaking more and more empty philosophies, but… this mercy for the weak disgusts me, you know? I remember the former Your Highness wouldn’t babble like this, what changed you? Hmm…?”
Murolov glanced at the hands of the two princesses holding each other lightly across from him, and suddenly chuckled mockingly.
“Haha…! It’s not because of some sisterly familial bonding game, is it?! Ah… no wonder I said the Demon Race had no hope… Then if I kill Princess Belis, will Your Highness Xue Feiya get even angrier?! Right! Why didn’t I think of that earlier! This is worth…!”
“Die.”
Blood mist rose.
Without moving, Xue Feiya made Murolov vanish completely.
He turned into a cloud of blood mist.
And within the blood mist, countless slashing attacks kept flashing.
Just like before, the blood mist was struggling to return to its original form, but before it could, the slashes became increasingly dense, not giving it a moment to breathe.
Belis silently pressed down on the queen sister’s hand.
She embraced Xue Feiya with her arms, blocking her view.
The five wings behind her faintly radiated a dark light, and the slashes that had gradually ceased continued to connect.
Though not as sharp and smooth as Xue Feiya’s magic, it was more than sufficient to suppress the rebirth of the black mist.
A gentle and grateful voice softly rang in Xue Feiya’s ear.
“Queen Sister is getting angry for Belis again.”
“No kidding…”
“Queen Sister should have noticed, right?”
“Noticed what? Oh, you mean that?” Xue Feiya took a deep breath as Belis blocked her view, sweeping away the shadows, allowing her thinking to operate fully, “That guy isn’t a physical entity, just a projection that drew us in, the magic response is very weak, calling it a projection is being generous, at best it can be considered a shadow, a shadow that can be attacked.”
“Hehe… Queen Sister knows it’s a projection, so all those slashes have no meaning. Even so, it’s still being chopped up~”
“Aren’t you also chopping right now…?!”
“Because I’m very angry.”
“Same.”
It’s rare to see sisters flirting on the battlefield, and these two were extraordinary.
That said.
However, even though the power of the slashes continued to increase, their destructive effect on the black mist seemed to be weakening.
The black mist was gradually adapting and accelerating its regeneration.
