Quadruple split.

Chapter 2377 Betrayer

Game time PM19:27
Southwest Continent, Northern Border of the Griffin Dynasty, Likud City

“A very mellow drink.”

On the highest tower in the noble district, the chief of staff of the Dream Theocracy, Lamorocco, who wore a monocle, had a slender figure and a kind smile, breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction. He then put the half cup of coffee in his hand back on the priceless long table made of fragrant red elm in front of him, lowered his eyes and looked at the bloody, cruel, absurd, cold, and crazy "magnificent" scenes below the tower, and sighed: "Very efficient massacre."

"..."

Merav Howard, who was the owner of this city half an hour ago and the most favored woman of the younger generation of the Howard family, with dazzling long golden hair, delicate face and good figure, bit her silver teeth lightly, but did not say bad words to the man in front of her who was about to turn Likud into a dead city. She just took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Then--

"I see."

Lamolock, who seemed to be watching the massacre below the tower but was always paying attention to Merave's condition, raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chuckled, "So, you really didn't have the slightest intention of luring me in to behead you, but simply... betrayed your family, soldiers, and people in order to protect yourself, right?"

Melafu opened her eyes again with a pale face. After a long silence, she asked in a terrifyingly quiet voice, "Why do you think so?"

"Because you don't dare to face those tragic deaths, and because you don't dare to listen to those dying cries. My dear, although you appear to be very strong, we must admit one thing, that is, you are in deep fear now."

Lamoloc smiled and said leisurely, "In my hometown, there is a proverb that goes, 'If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door.' And you, the respected Ms. Melafu, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to sleep peacefully in the next few years."

Melafu curled her lips and said dryly, "Maybe, but at least I still have the capital to have trouble sleeping, and that's enough."

"And this is precisely the basic logic that allows us to stand here side by side and enjoy the 'scenery'."

Lamorelock nodded happily and said sincerely: "I am very happy that you did not become 'part of the scenery'."

Melafu tried twice but still failed to force out a decent smile. She could only ask in a flat and dry voice: "So, just because I just closed my eyes, you arbitrarily assume that I didn't plan to kill you here?"

"Ha ha……"

Perhaps the word "arbitrary" touched his funny bone, Lamorlock couldn't help but chuckled, then he explained in a calm tone: "That's enough, my lady. At least in my opinion, for a hero who intends to sacrifice everything and die with his opponent, remembering these tragic and desperate scenes without missing any details will help to strengthen his determination and ensure that he has the courage to be decisive when he really takes action."

"..."

Melafu fell silent again. After a long while, she clenched her fists and said in a trembling voice, "I could have done this."

"Oh?"

Realizing that the other party seemed to be about to make a brilliant speech, Lamorlock raised his eyebrows and tactfully added an interjection.

"Listen, General Lamorok, even now, I am willing to give everything for a rational and wise family, including my own life, but the premise of all this is that my family must be worthy of my sacrifice!"

Melafe stared into Lamolock's eyes and said angrily, "I've seen through it! I've seen through the essence of this war. It's not about the death of a crown prince in my Griffin, so that tiny country and your Dream Theocracy declared war on us for justice! In the final analysis, this war is simply a play directed and performed by the Logan Family, the Chauvin Empire, and the Dream Theocracy! The only purpose is to get rid of us nobles who have troubled the royal family for too many years! Let us become the only victims in this deliberately directed conflict!"

Lamorlock smiled and praised sincerely, "You are indeed a perfect girl whose fame among the younger generation of the Griffin Dynasty is second only to those two pearls. As far as I know, if you were not from a branch of the Howard family, based on your performance over the years, the title of Grand Duke Howard might not have fallen to Fast Howard."

"I have no desire for the title of Grand Duke Howard, and inheriting it is not the only way to be loyal to the family."

Melafu replied coldly, expressionless, "What I cannot tolerate is that after I clearly told them my concerns, those short-sighted people who were blinded by the so-called engagement actually thought that I was jealous of Fast for getting such a good opportunity, that I was exaggerating and simply wanted to ruin the engagement between that idiot and Gavel Logan that was destined to never happen!"

Lamorlock nodded slightly and said casually, "So that's how it is."

"Fool!"

Finally finding an outlet for her complicated emotions, Melafu, with a flushed face, raised her fist angrily and said angrily, "Everyone knows that Fast Howard wants to get his hands on Her Highness Gower! And everyone who attended that dinner party knows that he is infatuated with Arthur Bohe of the Chauvin Empire! With the love that the Blood Lion has for his two sisters, I'm afraid that even if my Howard family forces him to defect to the Silver Wing Alliance, he will never allow that stupid toad to look at Gower even more!"

Lamolock pretended to be enlightened and continued to provide emotional value for this lady who was expressing her true feelings: "In that case, what about the engagement you just mentioned, Ms. Melafu?"

"It's obvious that it was Her Highness Eliza's idea. But even if it was her, she would never allow that idiot Fast to get engaged to Her Highness Gavel. If you think about it carefully, you will know that the reason why the Logan family was willing to make this promise was simply to pull the Howard family over!"

Melafu sneered and said with a gloomy look, "And our master, who usually prides himself on being far-sighted, was like a dog seeing a bone after hearing the word 'marriage'. He accepted the Logan family's sincerity with a smooth mind and hoped that his great-grandson would become the next Griffin Emperor!"

"So, the reason why Ms. Melafu secretly contacted me and colluded with my army to hand over Likud City was not because she was afraid of death and wanted to live a cowardly life or sell out her master for fame, but because the leader of the Howard family ignored your correct warning and was played around by the Logan family."

Lamolock grinned and said, "I understand."

"The General Staff doesn't need to use cryptic language to hurt people."

Melafu took a deep breath, calmed down her slightly agitated mood, and said in a cold voice: "I know very well how despicable my actions are, and I don't intend to defend myself even a little. The reason why I contacted you secretly is simply because even without me, Likud City is doomed to be destroyed under your crazy and unreasonable offensive. Referring to your past actions, I have enough reason to believe that everyone in Likud City, including me, will be killed without a single one left. Retreating to the south on my own initiative will only give the Logan Family an excuse to make trouble. At that time, my followers and I will still be dead."

Lamolock suppressed the smile on his face and asked concisely, "So?"

“So the choice I have to make is actually quite simple.”

Melafu looked at Lamolock's eyes that were always smiling, and answered word by word: "Be buried with this city, or... not be buried with this city."

"Obviously, you made the right call."

Lamolock said casually, and then added: "There is an old saying in my hometown, 'A gentleman will die for his confidant', and judging by the performance of the Howard family, they are obviously not worthy of you giving up your life."

"It's not important, General Lamorok."

Melafu shook her head and said seriously: "I just hope you can remember your promise and leave me a position in this army, a position that will allow me to sleep better at night. Besides, there is also the matter of Edwin Mihaili..."

The smile in Lamolock's eyes grew thicker. "Of course, no problem. I've just been worrying about my lack of energy lately. I'd love to have someone like you, Ms. Melafu, to help me with the chores. As for Mr. Edwin, to be honest, Tom is my most trusted right-hand man. With him here, your friend won't—"

"Edwin Mihairi is dead." The next second, in a twisted dark green wave, Tom Lestrange, a thin boy with the same blond hair as Melafe, appeared silently beside Lamolock, with no expression on his feminine, handsome and pale face. "I'm sorry, both of you, but I couldn't save him."

"Edwin..."

Melafe staggered on the spot, but she didn't fall down after all. She just turned her sea-blue eyes to the young man next to Lamolock and asked softly, "Excuse me, can you tell me how he died?"

"He violated your arrangement and rashly entered the area marked by Lamorok as [Eye-17] for reconnaissance. As a result, he was caught in the indiscriminate nightmare storm created by the Shadow of Decay."

Tom Lestrange lowered his head and played with his wand [Snake Venom], and said indifferently: "I was a step too late and failed to drag him out, but the good news is that he died in his dream and there was no pain at all during the process."

Melafu, who had recovered quickly with her strong psychological quality, smiled and nodded to Tom again: "I see, thank you. I... I'm glad that he didn't die in pain."

"Ah."

Tom made a faint nasal sound as an answer.

"What a pity~"

But Lamolock smacked his lips and sighed, "We have been afraid to recognize each other for many years because of the difference in status. This time, I finally got rid of the constraints of the Howard family and turned to my Dreamland Theocracy, which has no aristocratic system. But before I was about to reveal my feelings to the object of my affection, I heard the news of her death. Tsk tsk, please accept my most sincere apology, Ms. Melafu. After all, it was because I trusted the wrong person and let Tom, an immature child, do this, which led to the current irreversible dilemma."

"Don't ever say that, General Lamorok."

Melafe, who had dealt with the young man as a messenger twice before and had completely gotten over Edwin's death in a short period of time, shook her head vigorously and said seriously, "This is definitely not Mr. Snake's fault."

Lamorlock frowned and said seriously: "No, no, no, this is obviously Tom's fault. If it weren't for him, your sweetheart wouldn't have died!"

"Edwin is just an old friend of mine."

Melafu, who had already convinced herself with this reason, emphasized it again verbally and said seriously, "If you really want to investigate, I think my responsibility is greater than Mr. Snake..."

"Shut up."

But at this moment, Tom Lestrange suddenly interrupted Melafe and said coldly to the surrendered general who had been defending himself: "Get lost."

Melafu's face froze when she heard this: "Mr. Snake, you..."

"Get out of here, woman."

Tom interrupted Melafu again and said in a deep voice: "I was planning to appreciate Lamoloc's 'art' here, and you... are an eyesore."

"..."

After a brief silence, Melafe gave the boy a weak smile, whispered "I understand", and turned to walk towards the trapdoor behind Tom.

however--

"Wait a moment."

Hearing Lamorlock's voice, Tom and Melafe were both shocked. Just when the young man's face turned cold and he was about to speak, the former said the following words first: "Since Ms. Melafe has clearly stated that it is not your responsibility, Tom, you might as well tell me the whole process of how you killed Edwin Mihaili. You are still young, and it is not good for your health to keep things in your heart."

Meraph, who had already walked to the trapdoor, turned back suddenly: "...Huh!?"

Tom pointed [Snake Venom] at Lamorok expressionlessly and threatened coldly: "What on earth do you want to do?!"

"I don't want to do anything, Tom."

Lamorok opened his eyes and stared at the boy's pupils with his eyes that seemed to be able to take in a person's soul. He said softly, "I simply think that Ms. Melas has the right to hear the truth, no matter how heartbreaking and heartbreaking it is."

"I warn you, Lamoreau..."

"Look at her eyes, Tom. Do you really have the heart to let this innocent lady live with regrets for the rest of her life?"

"..."

"Do you really think that a moment of relief can outweigh the pain of her dreaming about this day countless times when she was sleepless?"

"..."

"Tell her the truth, Tom, and if you still hesitate, then in my name, Lamorocco, I will reveal the identity of Edwin Mihaili to her!"

"..."

"……woman."

"...Mr. Snake?"

"He ran away."

"Ah."

"I killed him."