A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The deep malice hidden within the ring erupted at the moment when Night Frost's life was about to end.

Countless deep purple threads extend from the black ring.

If these threads are left unattended, Night Frost will be wrapped up in a cocoon.

Betley realized this too, and shifted his body, trying to stop things from getting worse.

Although he didn't think he was no match for Nightfrost, who had been transformed into a monster, he still believed it was better to avoid trouble.

"..." But, Betley's movements suddenly stopped.

It wasn't because of anything else, but because he saw Ye Shuang's actions.

Night Frost clutched her ring, pursed her lips, and silently tried to pull it off her finger.

Ye Shuang remained silent, but her expression revealed that the woman, whose time was running out, was doing everything in her power to remove the ring.

The silk threads were pulling at Ye Shuang to prevent her from removing the ring, and were also trying to heal Ye Shuang's injuries.

"Some people think that witches are ugly things," Night Frost murmured weakly.

"I used to think that way too."

"But I suddenly felt that witches shouldn't be ugly."

“Be more elegant, more composed...wouldn’t that make a better witch?” Night Frost lowered her eyes, not looking at Betley, and these words weren’t meant for Betley to hear.

To accomplish the simple act of pulling out the ring, no one but herself knows the extent of Ye Shuang's struggle.

The ring was gradually moved away, slowly leaving the witch's fate.

Why not do it from the beginning? Why wait until the very last moment before death to do it?

Perhaps it's because they lack the courage to do it until the very last moment.

This can be considered another form of procrastination, and it's truly a terrible form of procrastination.

She kept saying she wanted to do whatever she wanted, but in the end, she was just going with the flow.

Being part of an organization means doing the corresponding tasks.

Being in a certain position means doing the corresponding tasks.

Even the initial idea of ​​saving the world was given to her by her companions.

They were simply doing what was appropriate for their status, and it was by no means doing whatever they pleased.

However, at this moment, Ye Shuang finally found that feeling of doing whatever she wanted.

She didn't want to live as a monster, so she was going to remove the ring.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

The ring emanated boundless malice, its immense power so vast it materialized and spread into the real world, urging Night Frost to put the ring back on.

Even if she takes off the ring, her identity as a ring bearer remains unchanged.

Even if she threw the ring into the endless depths of the sea, she still couldn't change her identity.

She knew this; anyone who observes the precepts would understand this simple truth.

So she crushed the ring, which should have been indestructible, with her fingers.

The witch should have already lost all her powers; she probably doesn't even have the strength to pick the flowers now.

The ring must be indestructible; only a full-force blow from Beatrix could possibly shatter it.

However, a scene that contradicted the facts appeared.

The witch crushed the deep black ring, and the moment it shattered, the surrounding malice vanished with the wind.

Even the ring itself began to turn to dust and disappear from the world.

"..." The witch tossed her disheveled long hair, her pupils gradually losing their luster.

As before, everything began to drift away from her, but this time, those things that drifted away would not come near again.

She didn't want to lie flat and die; that was too unaesthetic and lacked elegance.

Night Frost could not accept the way she was slowly disappearing as she sadly raised her hand to reach out to others from the ground.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in Ye Shuang's line of sight; the hand was very rough.

She knew the owner of this hand very well.

But that hand is too high; you can't reach it while standing.

So Ye Shuang jumped up, lightly leaping up to take the hand that was within reach.

It turned into dust in mid-air and did not fall to the ground. Betley felt extremely annoyed. He had clearly killed the witch of "Mathematical Reasoning," but he felt no satisfaction at all.

This is completely different from when he killed cult members before.

It's like a fist thrown with all its might, only to land on soft cotton.

It's as if Night Frost committed suicide.

"Boom!" Betley vented all his resentment on the wall in front of him.

The wall was already cracked, and his punch revealed the boundary of the enclosed space.

It was a dark, boundless crack.

“I just don’t feel right,” Beatrix clicked his tongue.

With the fall of Night Frost, the "Shuli Society" was essentially no different from being wiped out.

Even though Marek was the mastermind behind it all, once the main figure falls, it's useless even if the mastermind still exists.

Marek could start another organization, but that organization would not be the "Mathematical Society".

At that time, Marek will have to go through the trouble of finding another excuse to establish an organization.

The "Mathematical Society" acts with the great cause of saving the world, so what about the next "cult"? Will it be motivated by the destruction of the world?

They might even use bizarre reasons like "bringing smiles to the world" to gather crowds.

No matter what Marek does, it doesn't give people a certain feeling, because Marek, who seems full of logic and rationality, is actually filled with madness.

Despite their seemingly disparate identities, they ultimately share memories and thoughts.

It can't be said to be one mind and two bodies, but it's not quite two minds and two bodies either.

Betley shook his head, deciding not to concern himself with Marek's matter for the time being.

Anyway, his reason for seeking out the "Mathematical Society" this time was very simple—because it was a cult, he wanted to destroy it.

2

The reasons are clear as always, without any unnecessary motives.

It wasn't to sabotage the "Mathematical Society's" plans, nor did it initially intend to use this matter to save the world.

He was simply thinking about killing and revenge.

Although he achieved his goal this time, Beattie felt unwell all over.

It's all because of everything Ye Shuang did and said before she died; it was just too annoying.

"Are you still keeping this child?" Betley walked back to Afrena's side and saw the girl lying unconscious.

That is, the girl who looks extremely similar to his former sister.

Betley's fighting style appeared frenzied and reckless, but in reality, the aftereffects of his battle did not affect Afrena at all.

Each divine spell, while causing immense destruction, also allows for excellent control over its area of ​​effect, making it as precise as Bray's sword in some respects.

"I was waiting for you to come back before I dared to make a decision," Afrena said, looking at Betley with annoyance.

The fallen angel's sharpness seems to have been worn down considerably in the past few days.

Although they are still as proud as swans, they are not arrogant or ignorant.

That pride is just a manifestation of His personality. After spending time with Him, you'll find that this fallen angel who bullies the weak and fears the strong is actually quite adorable.

“There’s nothing to say. Even if you kill her, I won’t say a word.” Betley shrugged.

Why would you think he'd be soft-hearted towards a girl who resembles his sister? What makes you so sure?

For Betley, his sister had died a very, very long time ago.

If the girl wasn't a cult member, he might have treated her gently.

Unfortunately, the girl was in a cult and was fanatical about this "Mathematical Society".

There's nothing left to hesitate about. What happens to this girl has absolutely nothing to do with Beatrix.

“Unexpectedly cold-blooded. I thought this face might at least move you,” Afrena said softly.

Generally speaking, people will feel compassion when they see someone who looks a lot like their deceased loved one.

"Should we kill him?" Afrena tried to ask, though she still had some doubts despite Betley's words.

There must have been some hesitation, and they would have chosen the option of "killing".

“…” Betley remained silent for a long time.

“Erase all her memories of the Mathematical Society and throw her out into the street,” he said.

This treatment of the girl is still tragic, but it's still a million times better than her dying.

As for whether he would be arrested, Beattie didn't seem to have considered that.

Even if I thought about it, I wouldn't care.

If the memories of "Mathematics and Physics" are erased, she can at least be a normal child, provided that her values ​​are not distorted.

"Luckily I didn't make a move." Afrena pouted, thankful that she had hesitated several times.

“You do this yourself,” He said, standing up as if venting his frustration, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Fine, anyway, I'm definitely faster than you at it," Beattie said, spreading his hands helplessly.

Having just gone through a battle, having to start this kind of meticulous work left even Betley speechless.

However, since he had made a harsh statement and then changed his mind, the mistake was his own, so he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

Let's just treat this as practice for mental manipulation techniques. I usually use violent techniques, so it's nice to change things up.

Just as Betley was about to use his divine magic, a bullet grazed his cheek.

The abrasion was bleeding little by little.

However, Beatrix quickly and discreetly healed the wound.

The wound itself isn't the most important thing to worry about; what's important is the direction the bullet came from.

The bullet didn't come from anywhere around Betley, but from the girl in front of him.

The girl was still asleep, but then a bizarre scene unfolded.

A hand emerged from behind the girl, gripping a gun, the finger still in the motion of having just pulled the trigger.

The hand was wearing a white glove, and it was easy to tell from the sleeve that the owner of the hand was wearing a formal military uniform.

The owner of this hand could not possibly be a girl with no abilities; this hand undoubtedly came from a guy that even normal people would hate.

"It's a real shame. I was hoping to see if that dramatic scene could happen, but it seems that's not going to be possible." Marek's voice came from inside the girl's body.

At this moment, the girl was like a backpack with its zipper unzipped, and Marek was like someone using the hand that wasn't holding the gun to unzip it and slowly crawl out.

The creaking sound of the metal zipper stretching endlessly froze Afrena in place.

Fear terrified Him, preventing Him from taking the most timely action.

Fortunately, Bertley was not intimidated.

"Go back." Betley flipped the girl over, then transformed his right arm into a dragon and punched Marek back into the girl's back, neatly resealing the zipper.

"Afrena, don't be afraid of even a human." Betley even had the mood to tease the fallen angel.

This proud angel is always so timid.

"..." Afrena fell into a long silence.

Compared to Marek crawling out from behind the girl, Betley's act of simply shoving her back in was even more frightening.

Moreover, after Betley shoved it back in, the zipper on the girl's back seemed to disappear.