Quadruple split.

Chapter 2737 The Death of Whispers (II)

"I'm not interested in your absurd theory."

The boy toyed with the magic wand in his hand, stroking it with great pleasure. He had just caused the 'Chief of Staff' beside him excruciating pain. He said in a light tone, "But I'm curious, what makes you think you can bypass that pretentiously named fortress and invade the Blue Crystal City, located in the heart of the Star Blue Family's territory?"

"Ah……"

Lamorlock chuckled softly, not immediately answering Tom's question, but instead asking with interest, "I've noticed, dear Tom, that you seem to have gained a better understanding of the 'situation' we're about to face. Would you mind telling me why you've shown this gratifying and delightful change?"

Tom's answer was concise: "I mind."

"Looks like you already guessed I was asking a question I already knew the answer to."

Ramorok blinked his long, beautiful phoenix eyes and smiled, "Well, I'm truly grateful that I spared Miss Melaf Howard's life. She brightened your life, didn't she?"

Tom didn't answer the somewhat disgusting question, but simply said, "My life isn't anything important, and it doesn't need to be illuminated by anything."

"Is it?"

Ramorok smiled slightly and asked, "So can I understand that even if you die young and lose your young life in this battle, you don't care?"

Tom sneered, "Whatever."

"Are you sure?"

Lamorok smiled slightly and said leisurely, "Even if, after you die, Ms. Melaf recovers after a short... or perhaps a long period of grief, accepts the advances of other men, and spends her nights partying with those who are either better than you or far inferior to you for profit or something else, you wouldn't care?"

Tom said expressionlessly, "I have no..."

“You must answer Mr. Lamorlock’s question, Tom.”

A slender noblewoman, dressed in pure white light armor, walked slowly out of the town hall. She interrupted the boy's answer in a calm tone, and after firmly taking his arm, she turned to the nonchalant Ramorlock and said indifferently, "If Tom dies, I won't live on alone either."

Ramorok raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "A double suicide?"

"It's not such an emotional reason."

Noticing Tom's brow furrowing, Melaf gently shook her head and shrugged, saying, "I just don't want to add any more burdens or unhappiness to my life. Melaf Howard used to live a very tiring life, and now... it's not exactly easy either. If Tom dies, it's foreseeable that you'll find a way to turn me into a bargaining chip to throw around at will, right?"

Ramorok turned to look at the large number of corpses in the square and said noncommittally, "Who knows?"

"Thank you for your tact, Chief of Staff Ramorok."

Melaf chuckled and said in a light tone, "In short, long before I was abandoned by the Howard family, I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could never truly sit at the table as a player. In that case, if I can't even be a piece that suits my taste, life would be too boring."

Lamorok nodded and said softly to Melaf, “That being said, I must remind you of one thing, madam: the reason you cannot become a so-called strategist, nor can you control your own life, has never been because of your birth, gender, or fortune, but simply because you do not have enough talent and capacity.”

“I am well aware of this.”

Melaf rolled her eyes, a rare display of emotion on her face, and said with a wry smile, "You didn't need to remind me of that."

"Alright alright."

Lamorlock nodded lazily, then turned to Tom listlessly: "So, are you sure you don't mind dying young?"

Tom gave Lamorlock a cold glance but didn't say anything.

It wasn't that he changed his mind, but rather that this exceptionally talented young man, who possessed the very talent that Melanie had always dreamed of, didn't want to repeat the same answer a second time.

Neither Melaf nor Lamorlock misunderstood his silence.

In fact, both of them probably know Tom Lestrange better than he does himself.

and so--

"Tom."

Melaf affectionately embraced the man beside her, who was much younger than herself and who, not long ago, could be rightfully called a boy, and smiled, saying, "Don't mind what Chief of Staff Ramorlock said, he's just..."

“I have already asked Eden to help bring your parents, Lucius Lestrange and his wife, away from the Dream Church.”

Ramorok interrupted Melaf and said to Tom in a calm tone, "Within three days, they will be sent to the former Marshall Territory of the Violet Empire. Although that place seems to be infested with a group of troublesome little bees belonging to that regent, it has been infiltrated by my Whispering Cult. Although most of their assets have been seized, it shouldn't be too difficult to settle two low-profile cultists."

Upon hearing this, Melaf's eyes widened, and she asked, her face turning pale, "Chief of Staff Ramorlock, what... do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Lamorok smiled and said in a warm tone, "Given my friendship with Tom, it's perfectly reasonable for me to use my resources to help him settle his family properly."

"eventful."

Tom gave Ramorlock a cold look and said, "Besides, I don't remember having any connection with you."

In short, dear Tom~

After skillfully ignoring the other party's remarks, Ramorok revealed a very warm smile: "Considering that your parents were once the backbone of the Northeast Diocese, and direct subordinates of Archbishop Eden, that woman Moonshadow probably doesn't think much of them, plus..."

Tom squinted at Lamorok, who had deliberately left the question unsaid: "Add what?"

"With you by my side, the brilliant, powerful, and promising Tom Lestrange stands firmly on my side."

Ramorok continued in a very docile tone, saying leisurely, "If this continues, once that woman in the guise of the Dream Pope realizes something is wrong, your parents may very well be used as bargaining chips to blackmail you, and as your good friend, I certainly don't want to see that happen."

Tom looked coldly at Ramorok: "When have I ever stood firmly on your side? Not to mention that I don't care about the lives of those two people, even if I did, I could easily kill you and return to the Dream Kingdom to work for the Dream Pope who is absolutely not as annoying as you."

"No, you won't, Tom."

Ramorok shook his head vigorously and said decisively, "There are too few people in this world who can tolerate you, and Archbishop Moonshadow is unfortunately an ambitious but incompetent, short-sighted mediocre person who is in a position of power but has limited vision, a fool among fools. Therefore, she is destined to be unable to control you, this fierce and venomous king cobra. As for me, I chose to treat you as an equal from the very beginning."

Tom simply stared coldly at Ramorlock, offering no rebuttal. Having briefly stayed in the Dream Kingdom, he knew all too well that the woman named Moonshadow... could never be accepted by him.

【? ? ? 】

The next moment, Tom suddenly stumbled, his body jolting violently under Lamorlock's intrigued gaze. If Melanie hadn't grabbed his arm quickly, the boy would probably have fallen down the steps.

"Oh?" Looking at the boy held in Melaf's arms, his face as pale as a corpse, his eyes cloudy and empty, Ramorok's lips curled into a slightly excited smile, and he asked with great 'concern', "What's wrong with you, Tom?"

"Shut up, Ramorok."

Tom clenched his enviable, perfectly white teeth, slowly pushed away Melanie, whose face was full of worry, raised his right hand and pressed it hard against his forehead, his eyes bloodshot, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Something... is talking nonsense in my head..."

A glint of excitement flashed in Ramorok's eyes, and he asked gleefully, "What do you mean? Who's talking nonsense in your head? What did it tell you?"

"General Staff of Ramorok!"

Melanie stood helplessly beside Tom, anxiously saying to Lamorlock, "This is not the time to talk nonsense. Tom is feeling very unwell right now. Please think of something quickly."

"I?"

Lamorok's eyes widened, and he chuckled, "I'm just a lazy bum, mediocre in ability, whose only redeeming quality is fighting. How am I supposed to solve a problem that would make even a genius like Tom break out in a cold sweat?"

"..."

Melaf glared at Ramorlock, but there was nothing she could do to improve the situation. Even though she knew perfectly well that he knew something and might even have a way to solve the problems Tom was facing, she didn't think she had the ability to make this man, who always had a kind smile but was more cold-blooded, cruel, and deadly than anyone else, obey her.

"Damn it... Ugh..."

Immediately afterwards, Tom let out a low, piercing growl, pushed Melanie aside, and knelt heavily on one knee, pressing his left hand to his forehead and his right hand to his abdomen, painfully vomiting a mouthful of bile.

"That won't do, Tom. No matter how uncomfortable you are, you should still pay attention to hygiene."

Ramorok shook his head and said calmly, "I'll just pretend you didn't throw up."

The next instant, as the man finished speaking, what Tom had just vomited disappeared in an instant, and the latter's eyes widened the moment he realized what had happened.

He knew where the problem lay!
He knew what that incessant chattering voice in his head was!

"Damn...whispering."

Despite being a follower of the Whispering God, Tom Lestrange did not hesitate to curse the object of his forced faith, raising his wand with bloodshot eyes and then trembling as he pointed it at his own head!

"Tom!"

Melaf let out a scream.

"do not come."

Tom swung his wand with almost imperceptible speed, unleashing a burst of flame that blasted Melaf, who was rushing towards him, back several steps. Although it didn't actually harm her, it successfully prevented her from getting close to him in an instant.

“This is a crucial moment, Ms. Melaf.”

Lamorok smiled and turned to the noblewoman who had just regained her balance, saying softly, "A woman as understanding and outstanding as you would never rashly run over there and cause trouble for your man."

【!?!?!?】

So, having already seen the green light at the tip of Tom's wand, which was filled with an aura of death, and was about to rush towards him again, Melaf suddenly froze, standing there dumbfounded.

This was not Melanie's subjective will, but rather, after Lamorlock's casual remark, she almost instantly lost control of her body. Although she could still move normally, she would freeze instantly whenever she had the thought of getting close to Tom.

"Ramolock!"

Melaf immediately turned to look at the man with a nonchalant expression and said coldly, "If anything happens to Tom, I really will choose to die."

"Oh."

Lamorok, still smiling with his eyes narrowed, nodded and asked curiously, "So?"

Melaf's face stiffened: "You..."

“I don’t think you’re any different from those corpses in the square, Miss Melaf, so you might as well think carefully about whether I’ve ever cared about their lives for even a moment.”

Ramorok shrugged, then turned back to the boy kneeling on the steps, saying nonchalantly, "So please be quiet and join me in witnessing the birth of the first person to break free from the evil god's deception and rediscover 'truth' from the whispers."

"Shut up, Ramorok."

The next moment, Tom Lestrange, who was kneeling on the steps, suddenly interrupted the man's incessant chatter. He then raised his wand with trembling hands, pointed the tip of the wand, which was filled with a ghastly green light, at his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "And you... you disgusting false god."

A blinding green light shot out silently, striking Tom himself amidst Melanie's silent scream, piercing through his skull.

And so, the god of whispers died once more.

Tom Lestrange swayed as he stood up again, a sickly smile on his face, and muttered, "...Serves him right."

Then her eyes rolled back, and she slumped down the steps.

"Tom!"

Melaf, who had regained control of her body the instant the God of Whispers died, only just now reacted and rushed out to catch the boy who had almost smashed his skull.

Ramorok, who had also lost all his power in that instant, smiled and looked up at the clear blue sky with unusually wide eyes.

[Surprised? Unexpected?]

[Slightly?]

【so what? 】

So I'll just let that child go.

So generous?

I have no intention of letting you off the hook, and you always find a way to make him obey, don't you?

Haha, who knows?

The other party did not answer, and in the next second, Ramorok regained the power he had just lost.

Chapter 2728: The End