episode_0177
by fnovelpiaMaleficent’s expression changed dramatically as seen through Victoria’s eyes.
He was about to explode in anger, but then he remembered something and put on a patient expression.
But Maleficent eventually couldn’t hold back her anger. The anger that burst out turned into murderous intent and exploded.
“Who!”
Yeah. I’m completely out of my mind.
I wonder where all that reason went, but now is not the time to ponder that question.
“Who’s afraid of you, bitch!”
The other side of the staff with the yellow jewel in it. The sharp part pierced the area where my heart was.
And then lift it up from its seat.
I smile to Victoria, who looks up at me with a shocked expression, as if to tell her not to worry. Then, a long finger blocks one side of my vision. Immediately after, Maleficent’s finger is stuck in my face.
“I don’t know what a year is. So what does that mean? I am the Evil Queen! I am Maleficent!”
The cane goes up.
As Maleficent lifted the staff embedded in my chest, my legs lifted into the air.
Even though I’m small and light for a person, it would be difficult to lift it easily because of my center of gravity, but I’m stronger than you’d think.
“No monster can defeat me! Die now.”
Maleficent tightened her grip on my face and broke it.
Crunch.
Then my head spun around, my cervical vertebrae were completely crushed, and the blood vessel leading from my neck to my head was blocked.
A normal person would have died instantly. The pain was painful, but since the brain had no oxygen to get right away, survival was nearly impossible.
If you’re a person, that’s true.
great job.
I said with my head hanging down.
Pfft pfft.
I tried to speak, but no sound came out.
Right. In order to make a sound, you have to blow air from your lungs into your throat. This is blocked and it doesn’t come out. To speak, you have to raise your neck back up above your head.
Huh?
If your neck turns and you fall, it’s hard to get it back up. So I used the hand that wasn’t holding the branch to hold my head up.
“Thank you for your hard work. This isn’t all, is it?”
If you can, do it all.
Maleficent knows I can move even when my head is smashed in.
So I thought it wouldn’t surprise me if my head regenerated, but why is it looking at me with such disgust, like I’ve seen some horrible bug?
“Yes, of course! If this doesn’t kill you, let’s see if you can come back to life even if you turn to ashes!”
Hwaruruk
Black flames burn my body.
Could the faint green glow be due to the phosphorus in the body burning?
I wanted to watch the last struggle, but even if I could regenerate, I might be ejected if my body was completely burned.
Before my body was completely consumed by fire, I took warmth from the witch’s light.
swimming.
Hehehe. It’s warm.
It’s not just warmth.
It’s not so hot that you could call it a fever, but it’s still warm enough to melt your body.
After all, a witch is a witch!
Feeling warmth for the first time in a long time, I grab the light.
There’s a reason why I’ve been doing this on purpose up until now.
I have no intention of leaving it to rob me of my warmth.
Once is enough to see a warmth-robbed guy laughing at me in front of me.
Press and fold reality, grab the witch in front of you and turn her into a single piece of meat.
I’ve already done it in the second world.
Then, put the white branch you are holding in your hand into the middle.
Maleficent couldn’t even scream, and immediately her crown turned into a pitch-black crown, with pure white thorns surrounding the crown.
I don’t know what the shape is based on.
In the second world, monsters became backs and people became pockets.
I thought it would be a similar shape this time, but it turned out to be a crown.
I wrote it on my head, thinking that if I make a lot of them, I will eventually be able to figure out a standard.
It hurts quite a bit.
It’s a real crown of thorns, so when you put it on your head, the weight slowly sinks down and the thorns dig into your scalp.
I’m fine with it, but if a normal person uses it, all their hair will fall out.
I’m not sure, but this. If you put a hat on your head and wear it, it doesn’t work. It has that kind of feel. It’s a blood-drawing device, it’s really horrible.
Before I could hit my head too hard and start bleeding, I waved my hand.
In an instant, the black thorn trees surrounding the area disappear into the outskirts as if time has been reversed.
And then, from the starting line where the thornbush had protruded, it disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place.
As the black thorn disappears, the harvesters open their eyes one by one.
Yes. It is a tool that can solve the witch’s actions.
I don’t know if it has the ability to copy the last action you did, or if it can copy everything the witch did, but I erased all the black thorn trees.
And before the white thorns could dig deep into my skin, I took off my black crown.
“Bell… … ?”
Victoria calls me cautiously from behind. When I turn around, Victoria is scared and steps back. Is she really that scary?
“Yes. It’s a bell. It’s hard to take this off.”
Maleficent got tangled up on her head. I wonder if her real temper was applied to the device, but her hair was strangely tangled and she had to fumble around for a while.
“Mali, what?”
“This is it.”
I lifted the crown that I had barely managed to untie. It was a black crown with white thorns entwined around it, so it looked like a crown of thorns.
However, it is not a true thorn tree, but has a cold metallic texture.
“Is he dead?”
“It’s hard to call this alive.”
Victoria, who had been staring at it, suddenly fell to the floor.
You’ve been fighting here for quite some time, you might be losing your mind.
I grabbed Victoria’s arms and legs, rolled her on the ground once, and picked her up. This is the technique firefighters use when carrying people.
Then he kicked the coffin off the floor, placed it on top, and headed to the dormitory where Victoria lived.
As I walked with Victoria on my shoulder, I looked around and saw people waking up and coming out of their houses to look around.
Not everyone is like that.
Among them, there is a person who is crying while holding onto pieces of crushed meat and has scratch marks all over his body.
People on the wide road were hit by thorn bushes as they grew and were torn apart.
A person who is already dead cannot be brought back to life.
I carry Victoria back, watching helplessly as the warmth of the dead body escapes.
The damage was extensive.
Every district I’ve been through looks similar. There are signs of someone digging into the buildings, and long bloodstains on the roads.
The smell of blood and meat wafts from all around, and there is also a faint smell of rot.
But the Path of Blood is cut off in front of the Royal Academy.
Judging by the marks where the thornbush bounced off an invisible wall, it seems that the Royal Academy, like my quarters, had put up a defensive barrier.
That’s probably why there’s no blood on the road from the main gate to the classroom.
Victoria will be less hurt.
I moved Victoria into the room she was living in. As soon as I entered, I put her down, held her cheek with my hand, and stretched her.
“Oops, oops!”
Victoria opens her eyes with a start.
“Wake up.”
“Bell? Huh? Huh? Is this my room?”
He stared at me with a surprised expression, then looked around and stood up from his seat hesitantly.
“Yes, that’s right. Go shower right now. Here’s a towel.”
I pushed Victoria, who was looking at me with a dumbfounded expression, into the bathroom, took out some new clothes from the closet, and opened the bathroom door.
“Kkiyaaak!”
Victoria starts taking off her clothes and covers herself in surprise.
Are all girls this age like this?
By the way, I don’t care whether it’s a naked man or a naked woman, because I only see them as a carrier for warmth.
“What are you surprised about? Here are some underwear to change into. I know you have cuts on your arms and legs, but wash them properly.”
“Bell is that my mom!”
“Victoria is so dirty.”
I take all the clothes that were inside and bundle them up in a corner, and look around the room. It’s a mess, as if thorn bushes have invaded it.
I left the broken parts alone and cleaned up what I could.
After I had finished cleaning up to some extent, Victoria opened the bathroom door and came out, completely soaking wet and wearing only a towel.
“Victoria. Dry the water.”
“I’m so hungry I have no strength… … .”
Come to think of it, I lost a lot of blood and used my superpowers quite a bit. When the harvest season comes, my body becomes so strong that a normal person would probably be sick in bed, but other than being a little tired, I’m fine.
I learned firsthand what it means to be sick and what it means to be okay by watching Soo-oh, so I think Victoria will be similar.
I sit Victoria down and dry her hair with a towel.
“You have delicate hands, has anyone ever stopped you?”
As I was gently shaking her, Victoria turned her head and looked at me and asked, so I turned her head back to the front with my hand and answered.
“Yes, I have it.”
“Who? Child? Come to think of it, Belle. You weren’t married, were you?”
“Are you crazy, humanity?”
Victoria grumbles and shakes her foot at my words.
“But sometimes Belle is like an old lady. Even now.”
Is that so?
“She’s 4 months old.”
◦The person inside %◦.”
Well, I guess I’m getting quite old now, but I’ll say this.
“There’s no one inside. Victoria. Trying to find out about the red pill is forbidden.”
“Red pill?”
“Ah, that’s not a word used in this world. It means that a secret is beautiful when it remains a secret.”
The blue pill lets you see the beautiful lies, and the red pill lets you see the ugly truth.
I guess the effects of yesterday’s faded memories still remain.
I made Victoria look comfortable and pointed to the door.
“Apply medicine and eat on your own.”
“Yes, Mom-”
I lifted Maleficent, who had been pinned to one side of the entrance, leaving Victoria with a look of disapproval.
“See you tomorrow.”
And then I said goodbye to Victoria and left the room.
Now, it’s time for me to go back to my accommodation.
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