She Chooses To Destroy the World

Chapter 98: Mountain rain is coming.

“Look.” Damian turned to Alice and said, “There is nothing to worry about.”

Alice stood stiffly in the corner of the room without answering.

Damian saw that her attitude wasn’t very right, so he couldn’t help but tentatively asked:

“So… you know the person just now?”

“That’s Master Etienne.” Alice said, “He is the deputy chief priest of the Temple of the Royal Capital. He used to…helped me a lot.”

“Vice-priest…” Damian pondered for a moment. “He has blond hair, which shows that he has royal blood. People from the royal family shouldn’t just be the vice-priest of the temple.”

“He is not considered a member of the royal family.” Alice told him, “Although His Majesty the King does not admit it, my hostess, the Duchess, thinks that he may be the illegitimate child of His Majesty and Lilière.”

“That’s interesting.” Damian smiled. “Such a person might be useful.”

Alice didn’t really want to know what Damian meant by “useful”. Damian’s smile was full of villainy at this time, and probably never appeared on the high priest’s face. Alice was a little lucky, after this incident, she probably didn’t need to deal with him more.

“What are you going to do now?” Alice asked Damian, pointing to the body of the high priest, “Can’t you keep it here forever?”

“Ah, I have already thought about this.” Damian said, took out a bottle of potion, and poured it into the high priest’s mouth.

“This is a potion that can quickly make temporary puppets.” Damian said, “So we can let it out of the palace by itself… As long as I leave the palace, I will find a particularly suitable place to house my dear brother. ”

Whenever the word “dear brother” is mentioned, Damian’s tone is always particularly sweet, but this sweetness faintly reveals danger, which makes people feel creepy.

This method is simple and effective, but… Alice doesn’t understand the principle and is not quite sure, the corpse of the high priest… will really be the same as the corpses of other ordinary people, smoothly becoming a puppet that can be controlled by a necromancer. NS?

“I have always been curious, if the high priest who believes in the God of Light is made into a manipulable puppet with dark night magic, how the God of Light will react to this…Speaking of which, since I was a child, I have been skeptical… …Does the God of Light really exist?”

Although when Alice was young, she indeed doubted whether the Fogner her mother believed in really existed, but she had never heard anyone question the existence of the God of Light.

“Why do you think this way?”

“The **** of night gave his followers the ability to use spells. The **** of death, Hordis, taught us to manipulate the dead. As for the gods of the gods of light, they also show their bodies to their followers from time to time, but the **** of light himself rarely reveals itself. What miracle…at least I have never heard of it.”

Alice didn’t speak up. People who believed in the **** of light were all aristocrats. She didn’t know anything about this kind of thing.

Damian didn’t seem to care if she would answer. It is better to say that he is talking to himself rather than talking to Alice:

“This is definitely a very interesting thing.”

Just as he finished saying this, the body of the high priest on the recliner suddenly trembles violently.

Although Alice had seen the “crow” showing suspiciously gray fingers before, it was another kind of horror to watch the body of a person who was sure to be dead move on its own.

“Is this a normal situation?” Alice asked uncertainly. “He looks… so strange.”

“No.” Damian was obviously the first time he saw this situation, but he seemed much more calm than Alice, “Look at the situation first.”

As soon as Damian’s words fell, the body of the high priest suddenly opened his eyes.

Alice jumped back in surprise.

His eyes were wide, very different from what they were when he was alive, and then he opened his mouth and said horrible things intermittently:

“Using…the magic of the dark night…polluting…the sacred body…people…will definitely…be…punished…and…cursed…”

“I see.” Damian’s attitude was still so cold and calm, “Do you have anything else to stay?”

The dead high priest did not speak any more, his eyes were still staring roundly, and then, the position of his heart suddenly radiated a strong light, illuminating the entire room. Alice had to close her eyes to avoid the terrible light. When the light disappeared, she opened her eyes and saw only a pile of ashes left where the body of the high priest was.

This seems to be a response to Damian’s statement that “the **** of light rarely shows miracles”. But from Alice’s point of view, if this is the response of the God of Light… it would seem too perfunctory.

“Well, now you have something new to clean up.” Damian wasn’t even as surprised as Alice, he shrugged, turned his head to look at Alice, and said his thoughts on the matter.

“Sure enough, the body of the high priest is not compatible with things like dark night spells.”

So… is this how he feels?

Alice twitched her mouth slightly, vaguely aware of this person’s madness.

Sure enough, no matter what kind of background he is, a person who can become the leader of the Necromancer cannot be a normal person.

Dust is much easier to clean than blood, and Alice swept up the pile of dust and poured it directly into the fireplace.

“I should go.” After the matter was dealt with, Alice no longer wanted to stay here, she patted the ash on her hands, “Miss Miranda will be flustered if I can’t find me.”

“Please, lovely lady.” Damian smiled at her, “I hope we can meet again soon.”

Alice saw too many murderous mercenaries, or nobles who regarded human life as horrible, but only Damian’s smile made her feel particularly terrible. Alice tried to control herself not to think about his expression, and quickly left the high priest’s lounge and returned to the ball.

The early departure of the high priest did not make the atmosphere of the ball worse, and made it more lively. Alice wore her mask and walked between the fragrant temples and shadows. It took a while to find Miss Miranda.

At this moment, she was surrounded by several dandies. It was hard to say whether she was being struck up and flirted or harassed. From Alice’s point of view, they seemed to want to take off her mask or take her somewhere else.

Miss Miranda was still talking to them, unable to tell if it was a deal or something. Although she couldn’t see the expression, Alice could feel that she was impatient.

“The game is over.” Alice clapped her hands and drove the dudes away. “Sorry, go find someone else to strike up a conversation, this lady doesn’t have time.”

Alice was actually about the same age as Miss Miranda, but she wore a mask to hide her young face, and she put on a guardian posture, and those people left angrily.

“Where have you been?” Miss Miranda, who knew nothing about everything, asked naively, “This dance is so boring.”

“Sorry, there is something a little bit.” Alice said, “Since you find it boring, let’s go.”

Miss Miranda nodded and left with Alice holding hands. As they passed through the crowd, before they actually left, Alice saw Etienne again.

He had put the mask back on now, but Alice recognized him at first sight. Wandering alone in the corridor at this time, looking helpless and lost. Alice was a little worried in her heart, she didn’t know what impact the coincidence just now would have on Etienne’s future. She vaguely realized that at this moment, this person, just like herself, has been involved in the impossible

As Alice looked at him, their eyes met and collided.

Etienne is wearing a mask, Alice can’t see his expression at the moment, but she realizes that he has recognized her, not that she is Alice—Etienne is far from familiar with her, you can just watch The figure recognizes her. But he did recognize her as the woman in the high priest’s room based on her dress and mask.

I don’t know what kind of mentality, he actually walked towards her.

Alice hurriedly whispered in Miss Miranda’s ear:

“Let’s run.”

Miss Miranda didn’t know the reason, and instinctively followed the words of her swordsmanship teacher. They grabbed the hem of the skirt and ran all the way, rushing out of the palace gate at a speed that ordinary ladies could not reach, until they got into the carriage and ordered the coachman to go fast, and Alice was relieved.

She turned her head and looked. Etienne did not catch up. He should not see the coat of arms on the carriage door.

Great.

Miss Miranda looked at her bewildered:

“Why should we hide from that person?”

Seeing her eyes, this innocent and lovely lady obviously regarded this as a romantic anecdote that would easily appear in a fancy dress party that covered her face. Alice wished she would think so and gave her a mysterious smile:

“No comment.”

This dangerous night ended. Alice accompanied Miss Miranda to her home safely until she finally lay on the bed, still feeling her heart beating abnormally. She took the pillow and put it on her face, and took two deep breaths.

Cecilian’s voice came in the void.

“Too reckless.” His tone revealed disapproval. “Some are too reckless. You should discuss with me before doing this kind of thing.”

“Sorry.” Alice’s voice came out of the pillow, soft, urn sound, “I didn’t think it would be so terrible.”

“The death servants are all lunatics, especially those necromancers.” Cecilian said to Alice, “they are looking for something different from ordinary humans… the man named Damian, his crazy behavior has been alarmed. With the **** of light, I know he will be coming soon.”

“After he comes… will something terrible happen?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Cecilian said, “My ability can’t predict things that are so close. But I know that everything is related to you, and all changes are driven by you… Although I do want to You are worried, but you have to say that you were born to do this. It is not a bad thing for us to be involved in this storm by a crazy necromancer. I have smelled the smell before the storm, and it is getting more and more It’s strong. The God of Light will come because of it, and at the same time, I will change because of it.”

“So… are you about to wake up?”

“Almost, soon,” Cecilian said. “I will open my eyes when the first drop of rain brought by this storm falls.”