She is… demonic.
Pretending to be a goddess, she is no longer even a shadow of what she is supposed to be.
It is only now that I realize how difficult my task might be. If the other loony had let slip away in peace, it was not because he accepted as a diator. Moreover, he had never ntioned this; all he had told was: suppose you are the diator.
Yes, he never considered or accepted as a diator.
Only deceitful. Unlike this crazy woman to whom I see clear most of her intentions, the other freak there left only a feeling of illusory victory with a bitter taste that always persists on my tongue every ti I realize that he had ticulously led by the tip of my nose.
While he was collecting a lot of things about , my ambitions, and my goals, I was in front of him playing the pseudo-sage; how pathetic it is.
But it's more important than worrying about things I can't fix; the present mont.
I just said that this woman is less foggy than the other crazy; but is that really the case?
If so, I may still have misconceptions about her actions.
To summarize everything that has happened since then, while instilling that the primary goal is to disentangle the truth from the false, I would say that I am not doing badly.
She had tied up and pulled off my heart without blinking, and then she tried to poison . What exactly is her problem?
She looks like a sadistic girl who has just discovered the art of killing a person and who’s got excited to discover and learn more about this forbidden art.
But I may be deluding myself. True that she had plowed off my heart from my chest while knowing that I wouldn’t die for so little; otherwise, I would be the greatest parody that this now has ever known.
But what about her poisoning attempt? And twice in a row?
The first is obviously when she served a cup of tea. The second is the ga.
Based on the possibility that I may refuse to drink the tea she served , she ticulously prepared this diabolical plan in advance under a well-packaged gift.
Even if I knew from the beginning that all the cups and tea were corrosive to ; my curiosity to want to untangle the truth of the lie had pushed to accept her ga. After all, she should know that I knew; she doesn't know everything like , but she knows many things, just like the other son of darkness, who had played the role of ignorant.
Finally, the goal being to know what she was hiding from , I gladly participated in this futile ga.
The fact that she wants to kill is not really important to ; I am endowed with an extraordinary intelligence; so my reasoning exceeds the right standards, it is not an anomaly, but all that is most normal.
(Those who will find my reasoning abnormal are just mortals.)
As I said to myself, the most important thing is to know what motivates her so much to run so much after my life. I understand that I am important, but not to the point of motivating her so much. It's a dilemma. A dilemma that requires ti and effort to break it.
Unfortunately, this was not the case. To save ti, I had to invent the tale of Cinderella and the Prince of Darkness to better think about how to solve the real puzzle.
Thus, I was able to find sothing close to the truth. I'm not sure, but sure and certain!
However, I always felt an unfortunate feeling of discomfort that forced to sink into the paradox.
After all, it is only when a statent is approved by everyone that it becos a truth; even if it was a lie at the base. Conversely, it is the sa when a truth loses all its credibility.
The most striking example is naturally found among earthlings, who have epic stories despite being one of the few, who do not know how to rise to the top.
For a long ti, they had thought that their little blue sphere was the only one world, and above all, they thought that its shape was flat. I read in their stories that it was only after a few centuries or so that this statent, that everyone had agreed on its veracity, turned into one of the biggest lies in their stories.
It's funny, but if I'm not careful, I might find myself in the sa embarrassing situation.
So I took the risk of catching the tigress by her tail. Be careful, this is only a taphor; there is no tigress or tail here, but worse than these toys.
But I had to make her angry, it's the only way to make her lower her guard. But seeing her silence, I told myself that it might have been a bad idea.
But now that the dice are thrown, there is no turning back.
--
Seeing the diator overturn and expressly her tea, break her glasses and cups of tea, without forgetting his arrogance to co to her ho to scold her up, Isolet, whose rage was just a single string, broke instantly.
In a dull and suffocating silence, she got up from her chair and made it disappear with her table.
She then leans towards the ground before picking a single clover that fades instantly in her hand.
"In normal tis, I would have liked you to inherit only the temperant and nature of my big brother; at least, it would have allowed to decide to make the right decision. But yet, you had the brilliant idea of embodying the ideal to which I dedicate a constant and extrinsic hatred." She mumbled in a calm voice that sounded like a water drop in a cave.
The diator gets up hastily from the ground since Isolet had also annihilated the chair he was on, and moves away from Isolet, who turned the little clover into a long thin one-hand sword.
"O-Oi, breathe deeply and exhale gently, this rage is not real, little wild girl; I only have my intelligence and my genius brain, I would die if you tried to let off your steam over ." He whispers these words while gesturing like a yoga teacher who gives self-control sessions to one of his students.
In any case, his goal remains unclear; if it was to survive, he may not have to say such bullshit.
"Don't worry, you have to believe that you still looked for it. Dare to co here while insulting my hospitality." She roars while taking a step forward, but the diator responds by taking a step back.
Seeing his prudence, Isolet waved her blade like a magic wand, followed by the sudden manifestation of a cyclone that swept all the flowers in its devastating montum toward its N•01's target.
As for the diator, he nervously gulped up his saliva. "I know you're not stupid enough to confuse these two words (murder & hospitality), but just to be sure, I'll tell you: It was not hospitality, but several murder attempts!!"
But Isolet ignores his complaints; she manages her spells toward him without hesitation.
'Shit! Why am I so badly lucked.' The diator shrieks in his mind before sprinting like a legendary athlete to get away from the cyclone.
'...Does the dog make fun of !?' Isolet's face instantly wrinkled with rage and indignation when she saw the diator take his legs on his neck and run in such an unsightly manner.
The most frustrating thing for her was not to see the diator flee but to try to escape her without using his power.
'Ah, I see, he doesn't want to show his skills; it's a sha, but this puppy is smarter than I imagined.' She whispered to herself while smiling slightly.
The next mont, her cyclone beca wilder and gained not only strength but speed.
Being aware of this, the diator also passed the next step of his montum! But despite his efforts, the cyclone eventually caught up with him before shredding him into small pieces of at.
"..."
"What are you doing? Get up before I decide to kill you without having enough fun."
"..."
Her smile slightly faded when she saw the diator inactive. "Or maybe you think you are immortal because you can be reborn from your ashes regardless of your...-
[Save your complints. My body might be a fake, but my soul can really suffer irreversible damage!]
Hearing his voice roaring in her mind, Isolet tightens her grip on her sword.
anwhile, the diator has already regenerated in its entirety.
Isolet frowns when she sees him already cured; even for her, this feat isn't normal. 'He gives the impression of having instantly resurrected himself, but this is not the case. The reality is that he had already created a carnal envelope, in advance just in case, to directly immigrate into it.
-The power of materialization of this type is at an unimaginable level; that's why (he) must be... impartial. But his nature makes him dangerous; more dangerous than his materialization powers allow it.' She mumbles to herself before positioning herself in an offensive position with her blade vertically stretched as an extension of her arm.
Seeing Isolet's wild eyes, and her blade that hid more than she showed over it, the diator instantly knew that she was no longer playing with him.
"Li-listen to little one, this blade is impregnated with spiritual power, it can hurt my soul if it...-
-Slice!
But before he finishes his sentence, Isolet teleports herself behind him with prodigious speed and uses this sa starting montum to swing her blade with more flashlight speed.
After this flash and silent attack, her weapon returns to its previous appearance, which is of a white clover. "It was necessary to reciprocate you." She then whispers before moving away from the diator, who is still frozen on the spot, ...waiting for the consequences of Isolet's attacks.
But even after a few additional seconds of waiting, he did not have the slightest strange or painful feeling.
'It's suspicious; no, very, very, very suspicious. However, I am sure to be cut in half just above my navel.' He then opens his eyes and looks at his abdon with a hint of confusion.
'So why don't I have anything anymore? Not even a very small notch in the abdon?' His thoughts beca confused as he checked his stomach by lifting his shirt.
"If you intend to show off, do it elsewhere; cause if you continue like this, I won't pretend to kill you." Isolat gives him this warning while recreating her little haven of peace.
She then sits on one of the two chairs while looking at the diator; probably waiting for him to join her.
Naturally, the latter walks like a snail before sitting down with the greatest mistrust.
"As you don't seem to know the importance of your position in this war, I will illuminate your lantern." She reopened the conversation while serving herself a cup of tea and taking a small sip.
The diator looks at her actions but without saying anything; to believe that he was waiting for Isolet to develop her intentions; thus, in the hope of knowing what she has been crafting from the beginning.
The latter did not disappoint him.
"From the beginning, I had no other purpose than to treat you."
"To cure ? Isn't it rather the opposite?" He retorts in a sarcastic tone.
"..." Isolet decides to take all her ti by taking another sip.
"Are you sure you don't want another cup of tea?" She then asks in a static tone.
But the diator remains silent, without saying anything more.
His silence was synonymous with refusal, Isolet knew it. "You said I intended to kill you, but it had never been my intention. I had torn your heart and amplified the curse that my big brother had cast on you so that you could locate it. But instead of thanking , you accused of wrong." She paused to catch her breath, and at the sa ti, contemplate the diator's expression.
But seeing the latter insensitive to her assertions, she smiles slightly. "I don't know if it's because you don't believe that you remain silent or if it's the other way around."
"Believe , I'm not an idiot who...-
"Drop it; whether you believe or not, I'm just announcing the facts to you."
The diator frowns. "Suppose I believe you; do you expect to grant you favors in future battles?"
"Will you be able to do that?" She asks with a sneaky smile.
"No, you know very well that I must remain impartial, even if one of you tries to kill or save my life."
"I suspected it. Supposedly passing, I didn't do this out of pure kindness."
"Huhuhu, I suspected it; after all, only your aura is pure, everything else is the opposite."
"Thank you."
"It wasn't complints."
"I know. Let's say that then; what I was looking for was to know if my brother had influenced you with anything else. But I never thought he was so one step ahead of .
-He threw you a complicated curse that could only be raised by . As for how he knew, it must have to do with the fact that he absorbed part of my powers, as I did with his.
-But what made curious was how he could guess that you were going to pass here after leaving him. As far as I know, you didn't tell him anything like that; am I wrong?" She asks in a cold tone.
"..."
"Your silence reveals that I am right. As for why I forced you to drink the three cups of poisoned tea, it was to know if you were aware of being eaten away by this curse sumr or not."
"...What was your verdict? Wait, since you attacked after I refused to drink the tea, does that an you got the answer?" The diator smiled ironically as he tried to grasp a few strings of truth.
Isolet puts her head between her two palms whose elbows are on the table and gently smiles at him. "Go find out why. But I think you have the answer to this question. After all, tea was also a bait; it contained poison, but also healing effects that could cure all types of curses.
-If you were aware of this curse, you would not have hesitated to drink the tea I offered you; the poison was not deadly, just a paralyzing poison that lasted only a second. Comparing the two by their threat levels, the curse was probably the most dangerous and urgent to be cured. Does this answer answer your question?"
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