Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 59 Mission: 08-5 Fate Judgment (Seeking follow-up reading)

Kriemhild kept her promise, saying she would beat, trample, tear, and rip, but never burn. However, the princess was a woman who could wield the greatsword "Wrath of God" left by Siegfried, and Perseus, pinned down by her, was naturally powerless to fight back.

"Don't--"

"Boom!"

"don't want--"

"bump!"

Whenever Perseus tried to speak, Kriemhild would punch her in the face. That sad, cold, and handsome face, so beloved by the girls, was deformed by the iron fist, and its original shape gradually became unrecognizable.

But a Heroic Spirit is still a Heroic Spirit after all. As long as their Spirit Core isn't damaged, further fighting will only result in superficial injuries. After Kriemhild vented her anger for a while, Ritsuka finally stopped this brutal rampage.

"Alright, alright, let her go." Ritsuka called out to Kriemhild, who was finally able to hear the others, and said, "We have more important things to do."

"Tsk, my hands are dirty."

Kriemhild's face was as cold as ice. She grabbed Perseus's collar and dragged her to Ritsuka.

"I didn't know you still had the Ring of the Nibelung." Seeing that Kriemhild had calmed down, Nero dared to talk to her.

"After all, it's a cursed object and can't be used too much."

Kriemhild said coldly, throwing Perseus to the ground as if he were trash. "Too weak. Both physically and mentally. I can't believe such a person could be a legendary hero."

This made Nero a little confused. Why did the Sphinx think that this person was the key to defeating Pavone?
However, according to legend, Perseus never demonstrated any superb martial arts skills, and most of his strength came from those wonderful treasures.

Perseus was right about one thing, at least. She said she was a puppet of fate, and her life had indeed danced in the hands of the gods. The Noble Phantasms bestowed upon her were designed to allow any ordinary person to easily slay Medusa, making this the starting point for all her glory.

Perseus' jaw was swollen, his eyes were bruised, and he cried, "I clearly... I clearly decided not to be the child of destiny..."

As soon as these words left her mouth, Nero and Ritsuka sensed something was amiss and quickly moved away. As expected, the two-meter-long Divine Wrath Sword, Barumk, smashed against Perseus's head, the splattered gravel slicing her cheek. Kriemhild's jet-black high heels pressed against Perseus's ear as she leaned over to gaze into her eyes.

Then he slapped him.

Then, she glared at Perseus, who was stunned by the slap, and shouted, "Then resist, stand up and show me!

"What are your tears?! What is your will?! Since you have decided not to live by your fate, what does your attitude of going with the flow mean?!

"Even though I've never experienced anything, never endured any hardship, and never even thought about what fate represents—"

Kriemhild once again grabbed Perseus by the collar and lifted her high. She stared hatefully into her fearful eyes, which had been dodging them. She whispered in a voice that left no doubt she would tear the man to pieces in an instant, "What empty, shallow, whining lament! You say you don't want to be fate's puppet. Don't you find that ridiculous?"

Then, Kriemhild threw Perseus aside and picked up Barumk, who had become a demonic sword. She raised it and pointed the blade at the poor creature who couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal: "But I don't find it funny.

"I just feel hateful," she said. Kriemhild raised her sword, ready to strike. Knowing she wasn't acting, Ritsuka quickly called out, "Stop! Spare her life!"

Perseus's participation was a necessary condition for obtaining the Sphinx's help. No matter how much Kriemhild disliked her, Ritsuka had to ensure that she brought the person to the Sphinx.

Kriemhild sighed slightly and lowered the sword in her hand.

But her eyes were still fixed on Perseus: “For the Master’s sake, I will give you one last chance.

"Now, stand up and pick up..."

A voice interrupted her announcement.

"Emergency!" Mashu appeared here, her tone full of urgency: "Senior, Miss Nero! Something happened in Ratvinchi Town!"

This made Nero's heart tighten. She quickly asked, "Is it the devil who's attacking?"

It wasn't that she was such a saint that she couldn't stand seeing people die. At least the lord and Beatrice had helped them a lot in the past few days, and Nero couldn't bear to watch them die.

Being grateful and repaying kindness is the approach that a normal person should take.

"Can you contact Kenshin and the others?" Ritsuka quickly got into the situation and asked about the other people's situation: "How is Hernan doing?"

"They encountered the Demon Pillar, and Hernan went to support them!"

Mash's answer, to the listeners, was almost like a death sentence for the town's residents: "But it's not a demon, it's..."

This moment of hesitation only frightened Nero even more. She quickly asked, "What is it?"

"It's the Witch Trial." As if Mash couldn't bring herself to say it, Da Vinci took the microphone and said, "Under the influence of demonic energy, the townspeople rioted. To appease their anger, the lord agreed to hold the Witch Trial."

The Witch Trials, as the name suggests, are religious persecutions targeting women suspected of demonic possession or witchcraft. The more remote the area, the more vulnerable it is to natural or man-made disasters, and the more likely it is to commit such cruel acts under the guise of a trial in order to find a "culprit" to bring down. The town of Ratwinchi, plagued by an inexplicable plague, demonic attacks, and demonic influences within a single week, provided a perfect breeding ground for this.

Even Leonardo da Vinci found it difficult to speak of this. She was a witness to this dark period in history, from the late Middle Ages to the end of the Renaissance, when this evil, which revealed the ugliness of human nature, spread throughout the European cultural sphere like a deformed tumor, drawing nourishment from suffering and growing stronger.

After hearing this, Nero finally understood the sense of disharmony that he had vaguely felt when talking with the lord before.

"Who was accused of being a witch?" Nero felt his blood run cold and his tongue was frozen and unable to move. Even asking this question seemed extremely difficult.

"There are nearly ten women of various ages." Da Vinci replied solemnly, "I know what you want to ask, but I'm sorry."

These three words were enough to explain everything, but Leonardo continued and gave the answer that would completely ignite Nero's anger.

"A girl named Beatrice is among them."

(End of this chapter)