Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 60 Mission: 09-1 Witch Trial
"hiss……"

Ritsuka also felt the situation was difficult and took a deep breath. Seeing this, Da Vinci understood her thoughts and sighed, "Actually, I was against telling you this news. It's too late to stop it now. It will only disrupt your judgment."

"No, you have to try everything before you know." Ritsuka said, looking at Kriemhild beside him, wanting to give an order, but was interrupted by Nero.

"Ritsuka, you guys take care of things here first." Nero said, "I'll go to the town."

Even with his impulsiveness, Nero never lost sight of priorities. To calm the mob and rescue the people, it would only take one person. So, she could go, and Ritsuka should focus on the important matter at hand.

Without further ado, she took back Echidna, equipped herself with shock steel weapons, and leaped dozens of meters away.

Rush full speed to the town of Ratvinchi.

Kriemhild looked at Nero's back from a distance, nodded slightly, and then looked at Perseus who was finally untied.

"Stand up," she said coldly, "and shake your fist at me—at your fate—with all your might.

"Otherwise, stretch out your neck and lie down obediently. It will be inconvenient for me to cut you this way."

Nero was naturally unaware of what was happening behind her. However, she also believed that Ritsuka could properly handle the relationship between the two Heroic Spirits and bring them back. This was what Ritsuka was best at as a Master.

"Mashu, how's the situation in the town?"

Nero asked as he sped across the field using the bouncy power of his impact steel weapon.

Mashu's voice came closer and closer, accompanied by some noise: "They have already set up... the gallows... at the entrance of the town... and will... begin... the execution... soon!"

It seemed that transmitting a message to a high-speed moving target was still beyond Chaldea's technological capabilities. Nero had hoped to see the video footage with his own eyes, but it seemed that was just wishful thinking.

Nero hated Leonardo da Vinci so much at this moment. Why was she such a genius? Why were her calculations so accurate?

Why did things really turn out this way when she said it was too late?

But Nero knew this was just a shameful outburst of anger. Ultimately, she was too slow, too weak, too useless. If only she could run faster, if only she could dispel the demonic aura from the town, if only she could sense the danger lurking in the lord's attitude sooner...

If she hadn't naively thought that the townspeople infected by the evil spirit would calm down after she and the others left, perhaps everything would have been different.

But these are useless hindsight. If we didn't already know that this was the way things would unfold, repeating the situation over and over again wouldn't change the outcome. Humans are limited, and this is the root cause of all tragic fates.

"unless……"

Nero stopped. He stopped running.

"Miss Nero?" Mashu's voice finally caught up with Nero. Her figure appeared beside Nero, seeming to be puzzled as to why Nero suddenly gave up.

But Nero didn't give up, she just understood one thing.

Now that the townspeople were about to begin the execution, the foreplay of the criminal taking the stage, the charges being read, and the verdict being handed down—all that pretentious foreplay—was over. Only one step remained before everything was over. No matter how hard Nero ran, he could not outrun the great enemy of time.

"Mashu, give me the picture over there."

So, she needed some special methods... methods that she had never used before and had never thought of using.

Nero's voice was calm, and this composure calmed Mashu's panic. She quickly replied, "Okay, okay!" The projection switched from Mashu's figure to an aerial view of the entire singularity, with a large area in the west shrouded in an unobservable darkness. The camera then zoomed in, rapidly sinking into the singularity's only building complex.

"Eh? Wait, this is..."

Mash seemed to have discovered something. Instead of moving the scene to the town of Latvinci as Nero had requested, she moved it to the wheat fields west of the town. "There's a new reaction from the Heroic Spirit. This, this seems to be it!"

The figure stumbling across the pitch-black earth appeared in the projection. She had only one arm, and her pristine white armor was covered in dark scars, overflowing with the demonic aura of the Demon King's arrogance. Her long brown hair was stained with blood, and blood continued to flow from her tightly closed left eye, while her violet right eye was still filled with a resolute will.

It is the swordsman heroic spirit, Georgos, who has been missing for two days.

She probably didn't realize that Ritsuka and the others had already evacuated the town, nor did she know how badly the situation had deteriorated. She simply dragged her broken body forward.

Nero was initially happy when she recognized Georgios. However, upon seeing his miserable state, she gave up on asking Georgios for help.

Resolve this quickly, then gather up with Georgos and the others. Apparently, just as the Sphinx had predicted, this swordsman had already clashed with Pavone. The intelligence she brought back was crucial to the current situation.

"Show me the scene of the execution ground, quickly!" Nero urged.

"Yes!"

The next second, the camera flashed, and a row of gallows appeared in the frame. At this moment, the eight women who were accused of being witches had been put on the noose, their lives hanging by a thread.

Seeing this, Nero took a deep breath and pressed his chest with his hand.

"Come on, Yama Blade!"

In the projected image, Beatrice stood under the gallows with her head lowered, saying nothing.

"Hang the witch! Hang the witch!"

From the crowd of onlookers, frantic shouts rose one after another. The town had suffered a series of crop failures in recent years, and this year it had also suffered several devastating disasters. The reason for this was, of course, that the town was under the spell of a demon. And the demon's appearance was, of course, due to the witch's summons.

Therefore, as long as the "witch" is hanged, the town will usher in a bright future.

Everyone present was looking forward to it.

The lord who presided over the ceremony stood beside the priest, his eyes coldly sweeping over these witches and his daughter who only brought disaster.

He waved his hand mercilessly, signaling the execution.

The "witches" were simultaneously kicked off the stage, and the ropes tied around their necks rapidly stretched straight. The moment they were completely stretched straight, the inertia of their falling bodies would break their cervical vertebrae. If they didn't, the person who waited would be subjected to an even more painful death by suffocation.

Beatrice felt drowsy, feeling the momentary feeling of weightlessness, and prepared to face her own death.

Suddenly, there was a flash of a knife.

The noose around her neck and the necks of others around her broke instantly. A slender figure jumped out from the crack torn by the knife light and caught her steadily.

(End of this chapter)