Crimson Servant.

Chapter 233 Memories

Chapter 233 Memories
Mar Brad explored the footprints on the ground. She turned to look at the mysterious woman beside her who brought her to this place. The signs she tracked showed that someone had just left here not long ago, and the traces of camping and resting had not completely disappeared.

Mal, who had participated in the Dark Elf Patrol, had mastered the tracking skills, and now, her ability was used by Leila. Who did she want her to track? Mal thought quickly based on the traces on the ground. There were more than three people, and one of the footprints was particularly shallow. This similarity overlapped with a certain team that impressed Mal not long ago.

The dark elf widened his eyes and growled at Leila angrily.

"You asked me to track that monster?!" Mal was angry that the masked woman who called herself Leila had concealed the result from her. If she had known this, she would never have agreed to Leila's conditions and sought death. Mal didn't want to run into the dangerous red-robed man who easily controlled her again.

Leila looked at Mal's fierce expression without flinching. She said calmly, "No, it's not that. The difference in angle will give people a different perspective on the same event. Don't stare at John. He's like a hedgehog. Your gaze will make him nervous, and if a hedgehog is nervous, it will erect its spikes."

Leila took a step forward and walked to Mal's side, tapping one of the footprints with her toes. It was the largest but lightest footprint. The size indicated that the other person was very tall, and the depth indicated that the other person had mastered superb stealth skills and had already integrated the habit of light footsteps into his actions.

Mar Blade thought of a face that appeared in the background corner of the picture of the terrifying man in red. It was one of his teammates, a tall dark elf man.

Mal relaxed a lot instantly. She followed Leila's instructions and observed the dark elf man's footprints. His anti-tracking skills were very good, and Mal could not get more information from these footprints.

"Seeing is not necessarily believing, you need to use more senses to feel."

Leila's voice came to Mal's ears, as ethereal as smoke. There was something inductive in this language, which made the dark elf involuntarily do what she said.

"He is Francis Braid."

Mar Blade touched his footsteps.

……

The dazed feeling gradually dissipated, and Mal's vision gradually became clear. What came into view was the octagonal ceiling in the Gothic style of the Dark Elf. Mal remembered this place. This was her home, the ancient castle of the Blade family.

Mal easily recognized this familiar structure as the ceiling of the family fighting room, a place for family members to practice and spar with each other.

However, these familiar decorations are slightly different, some of the furnishings and arrangements are slightly different, and some are too new.

Mal got up from the floor. Lying down from exhaustion from training in the fighting gym was a distant memory for Mal. Her mind was processing what had happened while she noticed the unusual weakness of her body.

What's going on? My body?!

Mal looked at her own thin hands and was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

There was no time for her to react.

The door of the fighting room was pushed open, and a figure that Mal had never expected appeared in front of her. It was a beautiful and graceful dark elf woman with a smug smile on her face and a look of amusement and contempt in her eyes.

She stared at herself like a cat staring at a mouse.

Mal recognized her identity, and despite the ridiculous cries that kept repeating in her mind, Mal Bride recognized her young mistress.

Silna Brad, she looks only in her teens.

Although the Silna in front of her was different from the majestic mistress in Mal's memory, Mal still felt sincerely happy to meet the mother who doted on her, and she immediately called out that title.

"elder sister."

Mal's mind froze for a moment. The title in her mind was different from the title she said. No, it was because she had no control over her body.

This body is moving on its own.

Silna laughed, and Mal could see that her mother became very amused at hearing those two words, but then she raised her whip.

That was the snake-head whip used exclusively by Priest Rose. This whip could be extended freely as the user wished and could bite its prey accurately. Every dark elf man who had been whipped by this special whip would remember the pain deeply.

Mal had never experienced the feeling of a whip like this before, but now she knew.

The unspeakable pain caused her screams to quickly spread throughout the fighting room, and her tired and painful body immediately fell down.

Before she fell unconscious, she heard Silva's triumphant warning: "My brother, you should respect every woman in the family, especially me. Remember, you can only speak after I finish speaking."

……

Mal endured the phantom pain in her head and opened her eyes again. Once again, she saw the familiar octagonal ceiling. The strong sense of déjà vu made her seem to understand something, but she could not move and could only passively watch the thin body climb up from the floor again.

The door was pushed open again, and the beautiful and fierce Silna Blade appeared in front of her again.

Mal and the body noticed the snake-head whip on Silna's waist at the same time and shuddered. He was afraid of his sister's weapon.

And Silna knew this.

She soon made her brother regret his presumptuous curiosity.

Mal felt the piercing pain again, and this time, Silna said nothing.

……

Before the pain had settled, Mal opened her eyes once again and stared at the familiar ceiling.

This time keeps repeating.

Repeating Silna's torture of her brother.

Mal watched the young boy learn from his experience in pain and try to make changes next time. But every time, Silna would teach him the rules with a whip and words with a grim smile.

He changed nothing.

After repeating this for more than a dozen times, the body seemed to finally realize that any flattery or resistance was futile. Silna was just venting her violence against him to show off her own dignity.

Silna really enjoyed this game of punishing her younger brothers.

After dozens of times, he learned to remain silent, which was the attitude that could best discourage his sister.

After a hundred times, he had become numb to the pain.

……

Mal's blurry vision cleared again, and this time, she looked across the room at the masked woman in front of her.

The desire to roar, to attack, to retaliate built up deep inside of her, but the numbness still affected Mal.

She seemed very calm and asked, "What are those?"

"phantom."

"Vision of what?"

“The Childhood of Francis Braid.”

Mal gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at the person who had caused all this.

"Those scenes have replayed in my mind hundreds of times!!"