Chapter 118 : Was Playing Dead Fun?

A flash of silver in the rain. The charred head fell from the neck with a dull thud.

Another flash. The head was split in two.

The girl’s anger was not yet spent. She gripped her longsword, the blade pointed at Oswell’s charred body.

“Tifna, this is treason. Why are you siding with a demon?”

The knights aimed their weapons at her. But with Milly there, no one dared to move.

Tifna didn’t answer. She took a step forward, and with another flash of silver, Oswell’s body was cut in half.

“This is for my brother.”

Her voice was low, terrifying. The rain trickled down her hair, mixing with the blood on the ground, and was washed away.

When she had heard Oswell slander her brother, she had almost lost control.

She had to dig her nails into her hand to stay calm.

Now, she finally had her chance.

But she knew it was too late. She hadn’t been able to save anyone. Her brother, her father, her family. Now, she was the last of her bloodline.

Even with his body in four pieces, the golden light in the charred head’s eye sockets did not fade. It grew brighter, until it filled the entire socket.

“Milly, run!”

Tifna raised her sword to cut the body into smaller pieces, but her blade was repelled by an invisible barrier.

The pieces of the body began to reassemble. Before it could fully reform, Tifna pushed Milly.

“Go! Milly, run!”

She bit her lip. She couldn’t repay her now. She unfurled her wings and flew toward Lillian.

The knights followed, but they didn’t dare to get too close. Even the Pope was no match for that demon. They would just be throwing their lives away.

She looked back. Something had emerged from Tifna’s body, blocking a fatal blow from the Pope.

The ground beneath Tifna’s feet split open, and several tentacles shot out, wrapping around her and dragging her underground.

Milly knew who was responsible. Tch… even when she wasn’t here, she was everywhere.

At least she didn’t have to worry about Tifna for now. She had to worry about herself.

Before she was taken, Tifna had bought her a little time, allowing her to get close to Lillian.

Her lightning-wreathed fingers touched Lillian’s neck. She took off with her. “If you don’t want her to die, don’t come any closer!”

The knights stopped. Milly flew out of the square, heading for Stacy’s house.

She looked back. Oswell was trying to follow, but he was being held back by something. That brief delay was enough for her to escape.

But she couldn’t fly for long.

Flying with a person was difficult. And she hadn’t flown much herself.

She was forced to land.

She had even prepared to use her lightning to clear a path if they were shot down.

Now, she had to drag Lillian on foot. Strangely, Lillian was very compliant, as if she were a willing hostage.

She looked back at the chaotic square. Milly’s figure had long since disappeared. He had ways to find her, but it wasn’t necessary.

The entity that possessed Oswell’s body knew that as long as Milly wanted to leave this world, she would have to come to the Church. He would have another chance to capture her.

Leaving her to the Church had been a mistake. It had all been a mess, and she had escaped.

They were unreliable.

He looked at the ashes of the tentacles. He knew whose arm that was.

Her existence should have been erased. All tests had shown that she was gone.

It seemed they had underestimated Stacy. Since they couldn’t guarantee she was gone, they would have to improve their methods.

As for Tifna… for now, she was not a concern. She wouldn’t become another Stacy.

Now, he just had to make sure that thing was successfully activated. Then, whether it was Stacy or the outsider Milly, they could both be dealt with.

…

Milly found Stacy’s house.

She went to the back door. She hesitated.

The last time she was here, she had been hunted by the city.

She had been powerless. She had run for several blocks before “bumping into” Eileen. She had thought she had met a kind person, but it was just Stacy in disguise. She had been captured and thrown onto the bed.

Now, she was back, with the Church’s Saintess as her hostage.

Well, Stacy was gone. She would just inherit her house. Stacy probably wouldn’t mind.

She kicked open the back door, threw Lillian on the sofa, and locked all the doors and windows.

“Sorry…” she panted, heading upstairs. She had to change.

“When I leave the city, I’ll let you go.”

Lillian didn’t answer. She just sat on the sofa, as if she were the owner of the house.

She went to the room and found it dusty.

She took off her dirty prison clothes. In the mirror, she was soaking wet, as if she had just stepped out of a bath.

She found a towel and dried herself, then found a suitable dress in Stacy’s closet. She went downstairs. Lillian was still on the sofa, without a hint of tension.

Milly sat on the sofa opposite her. “I have a question.” She looked at the crimson in Lillian’s eyes. The answer was obvious. “Who are you?”

The room fell silent. The sound of rain on the window was suddenly very clear.

Lillian’s lips curled. She leaned back, casually brushing a stray hair from her face.

“You really don’t know?” Her voice was suddenly sweet and familiar. “My dear, Little Milly~”

Milly froze.

She had been prepared. She had guessed the answer. But hearing that familiar voice, she couldn’t control her emotions.

Lillian stared at her eyes, which had turned completely crimson. Milly’s voice was cold.

“Stacy, was playing dead fun?”