Bad woman, am I pretending to be bad?

Without any superfluous words, Charlotte simply expressed her wishes with a deep embrace, conveyed her concern by burying her face in her shoulder, and stated her true feelings with everything except a kiss.

It might have been a few minutes or seconds, or it might have been a very long time, but Su Fubi's legs went weak and she took two steps back, staring blankly at the silver-haired girl.

Her heart ached with bitterness. She wanted to say something, but looking at his tall and upright figure, she felt ashamed and choked up.

"No need, I'm not worth your comfort..."

He turned his head away, then hurriedly left. The girl staggered a few steps, stumbled and blocked a passing carriage, and disappeared into the deepening twilight.

Did you have an emotional breakdown, so you chose to escape?

Seeing that no one was watching her anymore, Charlotte then looked at her clothes, which were soaked with tears.

Looking at the streaks of water, she took out her handkerchief with some disgust and carefully wiped away the marks. After she finished, she threw it far away, so that it was nowhere to be seen.

Sometimes, taking care of sensitive birds can be quite troublesome.

Pulling the revolver out from the side, the gunner fills the cartridge one by one with the push rod, installs the percussion cap, and as the hammer strikes the gun, the intoxicating sound of the chambering slowly fills the air.

Click——

But who could blame her? It was a little peacock that depended on her and only showed her its vulnerability.

Pulling her felt hat down, shaking her trench coat, and letting her silver-gray hair dance lightly, the girl stepped into the hoarse sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

......

"Ms. Josephine, didn't the red-haired girl come tonight?"

"She was a little temperamental. You know, women have those inconvenient days every month."

It was still that sheltered alleyway where suffering people gathered once again, including displaced refugees seeking warmth and laborers resting after a hard day's work.

With each day of assistance and heart-to-heart talks, they gradually developed a habit of coming here, waiting for that slender figure, listening to that gentle voice, and enjoying that rare warmth and harmony.

Thanks to the dockworkers' accounts, the people here knew the girl's name to some extent, and their conversations became increasingly intimate.

"Madam, do you think we can really live a better life?"

A man nearing thirty, with a full head of white hair and wrinkled skin, looked up and asked with a dry laugh.

"I cannot give an answer, but I will do my best to achieve this goal."

Despite her own shame and remorse, Charlotte did not cease her charitable work because of the little peacock's temporary departure. Her financial resources enabled her to provide even greater assistance to those suffering, and were sufficient to further advance her desired goals.

"Madam, you are a kind-hearted person. If only those men could be like you."

It is a hopeful prayer.

"If everyone were like me, wouldn't I be forgotten in the blink of an eye?"

Joking along, Charlotte didn't care about the dirty and messy environment. She simply bent down and sat on the same ground with the emaciated men, sharing the same food.

“Look at what you’re saying. You gave me hope for life that day and made me believe that there was still hope for the future. How could I forget that?”

"So, Mr. Kemp, do you think the India Party can still represent the port area workers?"

Camp was the first homeless man the girl helped. Now, he has found a proper job, and although it is still tiring, he is able to support himself.

"Sigh, they've changed their minds without me even realizing it. If possible, I hope all workers will elect a qualified leader..."

Such candid words lingered on her lips, and amidst the casual conversation, Charlotte also secretly gazed at the distant scenery.

The information provided by the old detective included details of Vaughn's residence and its surroundings. Therefore, she knew exactly where the real culprit hid at night and where a conflict would erupt if the Goddess's Sword arrived as promised.

Yes, she was determined to join the hunt to personally confirm the other's death and observe the battles between the middle-order individuals.

Before long, a crimson blade of light trembled the earth and then cleaved a narrow slash across the sea, and the world before my eyes fell into a moment of silence.

Straightforward, decisive, and precise, the girl could see that the slash did not affect any buildings, but simply pierced through the gaps and landed in the long bay, creating half of the rift valley.

The time has come, and whether it's Sylva's decisive blow or Vorn's lingering existence, she will have to go and witness it.

A bone-chilling cold wind swept across their faces, and everyone who witnessed this scene was astonished. In that moment of stunned silence, Charlotte flipped her arms, braced herself, and leaped up the building, using the platforms and protrusions to climb layer by layer. She darted and leaped between the buildings, sometimes tumbling, sometimes sidestepping, sometimes lunging forward, as if walking on flat ground.

Thanks to her superb balance, she reached the edge of the battlefield in just a moment, just in time to meet the bleeding wounded man.

One arm was missing, his clothes were tattered, and sweat and blood were mixed together, making it impossible to tell which part was still intact.

It was naturally Vaughn Gerald.

It seems good fortune is on my side; tonight's scene is a classic case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Charlotte laughed softly, a bright and flamboyant laugh, a laugh full of unrestrained pride.

Then, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, and the muzzle of his gun rose.

she says:

"Bang~"

Chapter 57 The So-Called Confession (Fourth Update, 6k words)

Rewind to the beginning, to a remote, low-rise building, where a man with sparse, withered hair stands at the stove, slowly sharpening a knife while hissing and laughing.

This was his habit; whenever he felt anxious, Fu En would sharpen these short blades made from human bones and display them in a showcase.

They were taken from the most beautifully curved bones of each girl, meticulously carved, and acid-etched, becoming trophies they were proud of.

"That damn detective ruined my reputation. Not only did I fail to make any money from that big case, I almost got ripped off by the manager. But the two girls who were with him seemed to have a captivating, almost intoxicating, aura of 'blue blood'."

He licked his lips and teeth, picking away the bits of meat from between his teeth. Looking out the window, he saw the twilight growing thicker and dusk approaching.

However, for some reason, the usually bustling time of day was now devoid of laughter and chatter, with only the creaking of the sea breeze blowing through the eaves continuously entering the house.

The repetitive and monotonous sound was like the faint rumble of thunder before dark clouds loomed over the city, casting an eerie stillness into the slightly chilly air.

Boom, boom.

It was a rhythmic knocking sound.

Without being invited in, Fu En raised his hand and threw several sharp daggers, which pierced through the door and shot straight toward the source of the sound.

However, the white-haired beauty remained calm, simply raising her sword horizontally and making slight adjustments to deflect all the incoming blades.

"You are... Sylva, the Sword of the Goddess?"

Upon seeing the blood-red longsword, Fu En's expression immediately changed drastically, and he completely lost his composure and confidence.

"He who tastes the pain knows remorse, and who atons for his sins with blood."

Without a reply, the spirits of the departed girls recounted the evil deeds committed here. Sylva lowered her arm and bent her wrist, converging her waist, and in the instant that the inside and outside overlapped, she raised her sword and slashed down with force.

"No!"

In the dense darkness, a roar filled with pain and fear suddenly erupted, only to be completely swallowed up by the streak of red light, merging into the slash that swept away the tide.

Hey.

The dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground echoed through the air; it was a section of arm with a smooth cut.

She straightened her stance, the white-haired beauty holding her longsword upright in front of her. Only then did a drop of blood slide from the base of the sword across the blade and fall onto the floor, reflecting Fu En's terrified and distorted face.

He had already used the extraordinary item to lower his body and dodge, but he still couldn't react to the lightning-fast slash.

This is the goddess's 'guardian,' an extraordinary being who defies reason.

Thorns and roses spread and grew from the slanted wound on his body, and the man's body became increasingly emaciated, as if the flowers and plants were constantly draining his blood, water, and everything he needed to survive.

"I atone for the inaction of my colleagues, and I repent for the souls that have passed away."

It was hardly a battle; it was a one-sided infighting, a trial of the wicked by the powerful.

"You shouldn't have killed me, and I can't die here..."

His consciousness grew increasingly hazy, but the instinct for survival drove Fuen to frantically swing his dagger, peeling away the last remaining flesh from his right arm piece by piece, until the plants had completely lost their 'soil' to take root and could no longer sprout branches and leaves.

At the same moment, as blood splattered everywhere, one after another deformed monsters rose from the ground. They did not attack Sylva, but instead spontaneously preyed on nearby pedestrians and sleeping guild members.

"Flesh and blood modification, the ability of a 'monster'."

Rarely did she furrow her brows; rather than immediately pursuing the culprit, the white-haired beauty was even more reluctant to see the number of casualties increase.

Without wasting a moment of hesitation, Fu En strode to the end of the corridor, then smashed the bathroom window, tumbled down from the third floor of the brick-red low building, and fled in panic.

Running, leaping, even in the twilight, even stumbling and falling, the man still fled into the distance with swift steps, as familiar as a mouse on the ground.

Suddenly, he instinctively stopped on his toes and leaned back.

boom--

A bullet pierced his temple, penetrating his skull from the side and tearing out fragments and fluid. Instantly, dark blood seeped from the edges.

Suppressing the intense dizziness and pain, Vaughn looked up and, with his blurred vision, caught a glimpse of the attacker.

She was a silver-haired girl wearing a black veil mask. She was well-dressed and dignified, unlike a participant in the war. She was more like a lead actress in a play, and she lacked the most basic spirituality of an extraordinary being.

How dare an ordinary person stir up this mess and take advantage of his poor condition to do something underhanded?

As anger surged back, and the thorns were no longer restraining him, the blood vessels and muscles at the severed point on the man's right shoulder began to writhe. The deformed chunks of flesh, as if alive, were shaped into long, narrow strips, uncovered by skin and covered in blood.

It wasn't a restored arm; it was a snake, a snake's arm baring its sharp fangs.

As if separated from its own body, the python extended its forked tongue and meticulously licked the grayish-white brain matter on the skin, then slowly looked at Charlotte.

Both pairs of vertical pupils flashed with a bestial and savage light.

......call.

The world is inherently very still.

Until the waves crashed against the shore again, the snake's sudden attack and the sound of gunfire rang out simultaneously.

The bullet pierced the air, intent on reaching the head, but was blocked by the snake coiled around its body. When it landed on the scales, it only made a clanging sound and sparks.

No penetration?

Lost in thought, the man's massive body struck the girl hard in the waist and abdomen, sending her flying backward.

Even though she tumbled and rolled in mid-air to recover, bending her waist before landing to dissipate some of the impact, this single blow had already covered Charlotte's body in dust and bloodstains. A piece of flesh was torn from the tiger's mouth of her right hand holding the gun, leaving it dripping with blood.

Tick, tick.

The bright red blood, reflected in the twilight, revealed a hint of blue-purple light.

"Blue blood?"

Fuen was initially startled, but then a more intense greed appeared on his face.

Charlotte remained silent, simply feeling the blood flow down her forehead and into her silver-gray eyes, causing the muscles around her brows to spasm.

"Ah......"

It's been so long since I've felt the sensation of brushing shoulders with death so vividly, as if I've returned to the days when I was treated as a tool, risking my life for others.

That fear, that grief and indignation... that excitement that made your bones tremble.

It's truly something to miss.

A bright blush rose on Charlotte's cheeks. She gently rolled her tongue, drawing the blood that had trickled down to her lips into her mouth and savoring it.

It's so salty, ugh, ugh, ugh.

Her heartstrings snapped, and the girl turned her gaze to the two pairs of vertical pupils. There was neither indignation nor fear in her eyes, only a calmness like moonlight.

Thoughts surged through her mind like a tide, and at that moment she had only one thought—to kill this monster!

The initial assessment was correct; the human part of the former was still vulnerable, but the scales of the snake's body were exceptionally hard and reacted quickly. The only miscalculation was that the recovery ability of this method was so remarkable.

Its coiled body, the snake's black scales pulsating like a stream.

Charlotte shook off the dust covering her body, her boots firmly planted on the soil, and she lowered her waist slightly.

The two looked at each other silently.

Until, a drop of blood, once again fully replenished, tremblingly fell to the ground.

Tick.

The snake moves, and so do people.

A pair of pale, sharp teeth came rushing towards her. The girl twisted her left foot, took a step to the side, and drew her cane, aiming straight for the attacker's eye socket. As the distance drew closer, it seemed that she could glimpse the approaching shadow in that scarlet light.

However, upon seeing its master was unwell, the python was even faster. It twisted like a chain, closed its jaws, and bit the tip of the cane. The impact only caused Vaughn to take half a step back before stopping abruptly.

At the same moment, the man clenched his other good hand into a fist and punched out with a bang.