Crimson Servant.

Chapter 237

The solid ice was covered with a layer of flocculent red veins, and within a few minutes a large shadow formed within these veins, growing darker and darker in color, like fruit ripening on a branch, until finally, the shadow took on a human shape, with a hint of red tinting through the pitch-black shadow.

Selik Snow broke through the ice and fell to the ground, naked, curled up like a newborn. This pale, dead body was motionless at first, until a cough broke the silence and spit out ice chips, and then his body twitched, like a drowning person waking up again.

The red ice shavings that stuck to his skin began to grow. The process of these ice shavings and skin bonding was not easy. Sailik suppressed the sound in his throat at first, but eventually he could not stand it and let out a low roar that was not like a human voice. As the red ice that he was "born" with covered his body surface, it gained a brighter and deeper red from his blood. The red ice and skin merged into one, and Sailik put on his blood-colored long clothes. He returned to his original appearance, just as complete as when he walked out of this cold cave.

The black flames ignited by the power of Sekronfas' sacrifice affected Sailik's rebirth. His mind still remembered the pain of being burned by the flames. When his body was gradually devoured by the power that melted the red ice, Sailik, who thought he had lost the sense of pain and was numb, found his fear again.

Sailik propped himself up with his arms and fell to his knees on the ground from lying on his side. There was no one around him, only the cold wind blowing through the red ice around him.

His voice was trembling, as if he could really feel the cold, and Selik whispered in panic, his voice echoing in the ice cave.

"I failed, Guardian."

The sound of condensation appeared in the ice in front of Sailik, and a flowing impurity emerged on the surface. His blurred figure moved slightly, and frost grew on Sailik's face. Red ice climbed up Sailik's side face, freezing his ears. Half of his face was wrapped in solid ice. Sailik's eyeballs rolled around excitedly in his eye sockets, and he could only hear a sound.

It's all right, my child.

【The first failure can be forgiven.】

【As long as you have learned your lesson. 】

Tell me, what did you get?

Sailik's voice trembled as he spoke out the whole story like pouring out beans: "Beside that red mage was a dark elf warrior with great martial arts skills. He broke through my defense in an instant and directly hurt my body with two scimitars. And that red mage, he...his power can suppress red ice."

Selik's voice echoed in the ice cave, but there was no response and the silence was as quiet as death.

Sailik gasped unconsciously, but the ice chips that did not spread on his face told him that he was safe for the time being.

【A spellcaster who can restrain red ice. 】

[The only thing that can fight against the body of God is the power of God. 】

[I have finally arrived, as the favored one of the fragments of God. 】

The blood-red color expanded in the ice, like a giant standing on the other side of the ice, constantly approaching his body. Sailik felt the excitement of the red ice.

【Try again, my child.】

【I will give you another helper. 】

[You just need to go and bring Dalia back.]

[If Snow unites as one, she will also become a container. 】

Selik lowered his head.

"Your will, Guardian."

"But..." Sailik gritted his teeth. He still remembered the force that destroyed the ice. Fear drove him to dare to question, "One helper may not be enough."

Selik seemed to hear the Guardian's laughter.

[He will definitely come here. We are each other's imperfections and will contribute to each other's completeness.]

【Here, I can better play to my strengths. 】

[And this unnecessary temptation, Selik, is just to regain Snow's face that you threw away. ]

【Don't let me down, my child. 】

……

Mal Blade was venting her anger. She was sharpening her dagger on the rock in a way that was almost like destroying the weapon. The irritable dark elf kept venting her resentment towards the young dark elf, and while venting in this way, her martial arts were improving in a way that ordinary people could not achieve.

Feeling Francis's body state, Mal's muscles unconsciously recorded some of her cheap uncle's habits, some of the efficient and precise fighting skills that had been honed over and over again. Leila was not wrong, she did gain improvement from those memories.

Mal came out of the illusion of Francis winning the martial arts test, and excitedly begged Leila to start the next illusion immediately. Leila agreed.

But what followed was not a battle, but a one-sided ravage.

Young Silna ravages Francis.

While being whipped, Mal was wondering if it was Leila who had done this, taking advantage of his excitement to cast the illusion of his cheap uncle before he learned martial arts. The dark elves could not understand why an outstanding dark elf who crushed his peers with his personal strength would continue to endure the harshness of his family and not fight back.

The year when Mal got first place in the assessment, she was praised by Mistress Silna for her love. Since then, her eldest and second sisters have been tolerant of her in the family, making Mal believe that she is a child of destiny. The indulgence of the Mistress made her think that all this was natural. The first place in the assessment equals a noble status. This concept has formed in the mind of the dark elf.

However, the suppressed stress response in Francis' body forced Mal to believe this fact. This was the Francis who became the first place, and from his memory, Mal also found that this was shortly after he became the first place again.

Perhaps Silna's beating was for this purpose, the pleasure of humiliating an outstanding brother made this evil dark elf unable to refuse. Like Mal, she firmly believed in the iron law of dark elf society, that women were superior to men.

The confrontation of thoughts made Mal furious. She was in the body of the whipped Frances. The anger towards injustice and disparity made Mal hate the young biological mother in front of her so much.

But Francis' body was still out of her control. Mal felt like she was thrown into a sealed furnace. The burning pain echoed all over her skin, and her heart was filled with anger.

"I'm going to kill her! I'm going to kill her!!!"

Mal continued her roar after exiting the fantasy. Her hatred for her biological mother was so heavy that it could not be added. Now, Mal had begun to consider whether she would return to her family in Menzoberranzan after completing Leila's commission. She was afraid that she would find it difficult to hide her hatred for her mistress, and if the current mistress of Brad accidentally discovered her daughter's hostility, Mal believed that she would be punished for it, no doubt.

Mal thought that Francis would definitely retaliate, but when she thought about the fact that her biological mother was still serving as the head of Brad's family, Mal no longer had any hope in this cowardly cheap uncle.

Her eyes suddenly lit up and she walked over to Leila.

"You want to replace him with me, don't you?"

Leila turned around and looked at Mal, whose eyes were shining, and was not in a hurry to deny it.

"Why do you think so?"

"You want me to follow Francis' old path, aren't you trying to train me to be his second? He is too cowardly and definitely doesn't meet your requirements. I can do better than him, I can satisfy you, and I can believe in you."

Leila was silent for a moment.

"Indeed, it fits the way of thinking of Rose's followers. Witness, why do you think you can replace Francis, who has eyes that can predict the future and is a warrior with great martial arts skills?"

Mal said: "I also have talent and potential. As for those special eyes, as long as you give me the same ability, I will definitely surpass him."

Laila shook her head.

"What those eyes see is reality, not an illusion that I can play with."

Mal refuted Him.

"What's the difference? The reality of the past or the future is just an illusion of the present! What's the difference between what he saw and what you let me see?"

In an instant, as if some mystery was revealed, a huge momentum lingered around the two. Mal looked nervously at the masked woman whose temperament suddenly changed. The mirror mask on her face reflected his own face.

A crack appeared on Leila's mask.

She no longer made the voice of a dark elf, but a more gentle and ethereal female voice.

"I didn't expect that you, who knew the least and had the least information, would come up with the most correct answer."

"It turns out that the wise are misleading themselves, while the fools are the prophets."

Mal shrank back, sensing that the presence in front of him was not hostile, and said cautiously and boldly, "So, you accept my loyalty?"

"No, there will only be one follower of Mist Shadow."

"I've said it before, I just need one witness."

(End of this chapter)