Chapter 266
A conflict reigns in the underground armory.
Everyone kept their mouths silent and their minds racing at full speed.
The air beca motionless as if a clock had stopped- then.
“It’s a lie.”
A beautiful voice echoed in the silent space.
Everyone’s eyes darted about, searching for the source.
“Yakumo?”
Natsuki’s voice drew all the gazes.
With a straight face, Yakumo looked at and said.
“It’s a lie.”
He repeated.
The boy’s soprano voice was clear, reminiscent of an angel’s.
“…..So it’s a lie after all?”
“No, I’m not lying!”
Yasmin yelled.
But…
Our prophet-kun is genuine. Proof of his power cos from the rumors from anonymous forums where there is little room for bias. I saw the whole process of the birth of a legend on the Internet.
“No, no! Wait, Gevaudan!”
Abigail started to panic as well.
“Are you sure?”
I confird again, and Yakumo nodded.
“You really take that kind of childish nonsense seriously–“
Yasmin was still trying to ramble sothing out.
However, she was t with a resounding reply.
“Oh, When Yakumo ntioned it…..I heard that soul transfusion is a one-ti thing, right?”
“—-“
Yasmin’s eyes widen.
“And what will happen if I do it a second ti is…..what was it……Oh right. my soul will get destroyed.”
“That’s only if use the old ritual as it is, and now we have the case of the Jiangshi, so the soul strings should be able to be infused a second ti–“
“Should? See, I knew it was just an idea.”
“but what about–!”
“It wasn’t childish nonsense, was it?”
“Hii”
I resud my dinner.
“Stop!!! oooo……”
She continued to writhe in despair as she saw her own body as it beca smaller and smaller with only her eyeballs.
“I was originally working for Narusincluding the study of techniques in soul transfusion! I made a lot of Nocturnes! In Miforsis, I’m the most knowledgeable on race conversion! Narus even duped into using my abilities to create and control butcher! So, if I had the ti, I can improve the ritual…”
“So you’re the indirect cause of becoming a Butcher after all!!”
“No–“
Yasmin tastes bad.
“No, no, no, no, no, no.”
The taste and sll were like sludge.
Resisting nausea, I chewed repeatedly and sent it down into my throat.
“Aaaaaaaaaaa!! big brother …… I’m sorry………I am……sorr…………–“
The sobbing, screams, and prayers slowly dropped in volu.
Finally, I licked the black gobs left on the floor, like soone does with the lid of an ice cream cone, and eventually, the sobbing that had been coming from the butcher’s stomach stopped.
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