After their encounter, Ansel's ambivalent behavior—seemingly abandoning her yet needing her, desiring to ta her—planted a wistful, illusory hope in Ravenna's heart that 'Ansel cared for '.
But at the peak of this notion, after a night of shared confessions following their departure from Ziegler Manor, Ansel cruelly exposed the irreparable rift between them.
The epheral illusion of closeness, yet distance, transford into an undeniable reality of downfall.
Beneath this vast disparity, coupled with the information disclosed by Marlina and the peculiar nature of Ravenna's soul, no matter how rational, intelligent, or steadfast this c c petite and aloof scholar was, she would inevitably plunge into utter chaos.
According to Ansel's current plan and pace… Ravenna's downfall was rely a matter of ti.
Unless this was precisely what fate desired—to replay the events that unfolded with Seraphina.
But have you perhaps… perceived as too benevolent?
Ansel mused silently.
How could I pledge the sa vow to soone who once betrayed , as I did with Seraphina?
Seraphina's uncontrollable beastal nature lies in the distant future, where, before its arrival, anything is possible.
However, Ravenna's pathological pursuit of her ideals has perated her life, unchangeable.
Three years ago, he believed he had broken through Ravenna's obsession, only to find it was all in vain; even if Ravenna were to fall, he doubted she would place her ideals below herself.
Yet, fate must have foreseen the possibility of success in taming Ravenna, after which... sothing even more elusive awaited him.
However, addressing the current matters was of utmost importance.
"Evora," Ansel suddenly spoke, "You must have watched enough by now."
"...What?" Evora slightly turned her head, "Watched enough?"
"I brought Seraphina here not just as a favor to you but to ensure she enjoys herself today."
The young Hydral was not smiling; that kind of pure calmness, bordering on indifference, was rarely seen on his face.
"It's not about watching her like a pet in captivity."
Evora's eyes narrowed slightly: "So, on my territory, I don't even have the right to look at your dog?"
"Just now, you were unsure how to repay ... and now you're declaring your status again?"
Evora is no saint; by human moral and ethical standards, she is a thoroughly asshole.
But she doesn't care about appearing "moral" or if anyone criticizes her on moral grounds; she would simply burn that person's entire family.
Her sole motivation is to follow her heart—the most pure, extre form of self-indulgence and tyranny.
Ansel, fully aware of this, smirked, "So, the eggs of the lesser Tidecallers, you'll handle them yourself?"
The only way to influence soone like her is to directly affect her interests.
"..."
After a mont of silence, Evora reluctantly said, "Do you really like your little dog that much?"
"Yes."
"...Hmph."
The woman scoffed coldly, "Although I don't know what's wrong with your brain, this is good for . Such a significant weakness, I'll be sure to exploit it, Ansel."
The young Hydral revealed a harmless smile, "You're welco to try, Evora."
The once luminous chamber was instantaneously shrouded in gloom and darkness, as if a pitch-black maelstrom, mingling the essence of all creation, had engulfed everything within its reach.
The shadow of the abyss seed to have descended.
Then, a fierce blaze tore through the engulfing shadows, its flas voracious, consuming the oppressive darkness that sought to overwrite reality. Fueled by the very darkness it devoured, the fire grew more intense and fervent, while the darkness, undeterred, countered with a chilling, deathly silence, silently obliterating all tangible matter without a trace.
This bizarre struggle, akin to a dance of the arcane, endured for an indeterminate span—perhaps a re mont, perhaps an eternity.
At a certain instant, the raging inferno and the boundless void vanished without a trace.
The symbols of divine might that had been locked in a voracious duel seed nothing more than an illusion, as the spacious room, bathed in sunlight, remained as grand and bright as ever, untouched by the recent turmoil.
Only in the eyes of Hydral and Flafeast, where shades of black and fla lingered, did the tale of what had transpired remain.
Whoosh—
As Seraphina released the taut bowstring, the sharp triangular arrowhead cleaved through the air, its piercing whistle resounding through the jungle.
The prey, coiled within its lair, had reacted too late despite its imdiate awareness, its eyes opening just in ti to et its fate.
"Wryyyy!"
A shrill cry echoed through the woods, startling a flock of birds into flight, as Seraphina pumped her fist in the air, exclaiming with elation, "Perfect! Once more!"
Ravenna handed another arrow to Seraphina, who licked her lips and drew her bow to its full extent. In the mont a peculiar creature erged, breaking through the branches, vines, and dry leaves, she released another swift arrow.
Thud —
The second arrow pierced straight through the creature's head, its slightly oversized body collapsing with a heavy fall.
Ravenna raised her hand, adorned with the bracelet, and the arrows that had been lodged in the creature's body and head swiftly disintegrated, transforming into streams of black particles that returned to the bracelet.
"This is so convenient!"
Seraphina marveled, examining Ravenna's bracelet with astonishnt, montarily disregarding the fallen prey, "To be able to reclaim them at will... such an impressive device, Ravenna, why have I not seen you use it before?"
"Firstly," Ravenna explained, her spectacles reflecting a fleeting light, "as I've ntioned before, this is rely a prototype, and still in its experintal phase; secondly, I've only recently brought it into existence."
She murmured to herself, "An eleven percent damage rate... indeed, it's far too unstable. The durability of these simply enchanted arrows in actual combat is unsatisfactory; their strength must be enhanced."
"I suggest we gather so suitable materials here," Ravenna proposed to Seraphina,
"Nidhoggur cannot withstand your consumption, Seraphina. If you require arrows... I must make do with what we can find here to et your needs."
"That's fine by ... just don't take too long," Seraphina scratched her head, "I'm not even sure how long I can enjoy this hunt."
"It won't take long. The carcass of the creature you've slain can be repurposed; it's body is a valuable alchemical resource."
"Ah! That's easy, I'll bring it over to you right now!"
Seraphina handed the longbow to Ravenna and dashed excitedly to the side of her quarry, which had fallen to her twin arrows.
She surveyed her trophy: a creature with a green body, bipedal gait, large mbranous wings for arms, and a disproportionately large head with a strikingly long and bulbous tongue—such a monster was unfamiliar to her.
The pungent poison emanating from its bulbous tongue suggested the location of its venom glands... perfect for crafting poisoned arrows for Ravenna!
The thought of the upcoming hunting adventures filled the young girl with exhilaration—the thrill of starting from scratch, crafting all tools and weapons by hand, was indeed a fascinating endeavor!
—Even if she herself was not the one doing the crafting.
Seraphina humd a cheerful tune, readying herself to hoist her prey and transport it to Ravenna's side.
However, as she extended her hand to touch the corpse, a chilling sensation that made her entire being shudder in an instant, a cold dread that shot up from her tailbone to the crown of her head, caused Seraphina's fur to bristle, and she instinctively leaped backward over ten ters.
"What was that just now…"
Miss Wolf shivered, observing the goosebumps densely covering her arms, she uttered in disbelief, "A threat...?"
"A threat of… death?"
The motionless corpse suddenly twitched.
Then, the twitching beca more violent and terrifying, almost causing the entire prone body to leap up on the spot. In this horrifying convulsion, a deep sea-blue color... rapidly enveloped the entire body.
Semi-transparent, flesh-bud-like... or perhaps tentacle-like appendages, one after another, burst through the skin of the corpse at an increasing pace, wildly dancing in the air, causing one's scalp to tingle.
"Damn it..."
Gazing at the grotesque monster now covered in tentacles and beginning to deform, Seraphina muttered with a chill, "What in the world is this monster?"
"D…a….
The young girl's expression froze instantly.
For she heard... she heard the monster, with its torn, tentacle-covered massive mouth, echoing her words!
"What… in… the… world… is... this... monster?" It repeated, stumbling over the words with a muffled voice.
Seraphina instinctively took a step back, and the deford monster, covered in tentacles, also retreated a step.
"... Bastard!!"
Regaining her composure, Seraphina's expression darkened imnsely—had she really been frightened by such a nonsensical, chaotic creature? How could Hydral's strongest pact head be scared of such an inexplicably ssy thing?
Her cruel and fierce aura burst forth in an instant, and at that mont, the countless tentacles on the monster's body ceased their writhing, solidifying for nearly a second, then—
Then, without even attempting to learn, it turned and fled without hesitation, sprinting away on the spot.
At this mont, this intense sense of mockery completely infuriated Seraphina.
"..."
"Damn freak... you're dood!"
The wolf roared, "I will tear you to pieces and boil you in a pot! Ravenna, follow !"
Saying so, she did not wait for Ravenna, directly chasing after the traces left by the monster, sprinting away.
However, Ravenna did not imdiately follow Seraphina.
"Miss Ravenna."
A princess in a white dress, pure and beautiful as an iris, appeared out of nowhere behind the stiff Ravenna, chuckling lightly:
"The ti has co, you must fulfill... your promise."
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