The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

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9) The Princess' Shadow (Part 6)

"Little princess!"

Before Perlis fell to the ground, Pace quickly caught her body and held her in his arms.

"Hey! Are you okay? You can't die now!"

"...You...you are the one who is going to die..." Perlis looked at Pesce in reproach, but she was powerless and could only let Pesce hold her in her arms, "Young Master...don't take advantage of me..."

"How can I take advantage of you? Where can I take advantage of you?" Pace sighed helplessly. "How else can I let you fall to the ground? Wouldn't it hurt you to death?"

"Hmm..." Perlis seemed to want to say something, but could hardly speak. Her eyelids felt so heavy that she couldn't open them.

Seeing Perlis like this, Pace shook his head gently. This stubborn sister is always like this, not caring about herself at all. If she is left alone like this, something bad might happen one day.

Fortunately, I can still stay with her and at least look after her for a while.

"Rest if you are tired. I will carry you back." Looking at Perlis's tired face, Pess smiled gently. "Don't worry, your brother Pess, are you still worried?"

"I'm worried..." Perlis said this, but replied with a tired smile, "Hehe...thank you for your hard work..."

After saying this, Perlis closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The royal government army quickly took control of the situation, and the Lion's Den was completely blocked to prevent the remnants of Leon from counterattacking in the upper city. All the thugs were tied up and thrown into the corner of the hall, and the butler counted them.

Carly hadn't arrived yet, so Pace picked up the little princess and prepared to find a bed for her to sleep in, so that Carly wouldn't complain to him later. At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away:

"Hey.. brat..."

Pace turned around and saw that it was Ruiyin who was covered in wounds. He was supported by Ashilia, his face was pale, but he could not hide his intense joy.

"You guys are really good at this... I thought you guys sold me out."

"How is it possible...Brother Ruiyin, am I that kind of person?" Pace shook his head and smiled, but when he saw Ruiyin's broken hand, he felt heartbroken again, "Your hand..."

"It's okay... just a minor injury," Ruiyin waved his intact left hand, "Just drink some wine and it will be fine."

"Are you..sure?"

"I've already told you I'm fine, brat, stop worrying about it," Ryan scolded. He turned his gaze to Perlis who was sleeping in Pesce's arms, "But... is she okay?"

"It's okay, she's just tired."

"I owe her an apology..." Ryan looked at Perlis, "I was wrong about what I thought of her. I shouldn't have said that about her."

“She’ll be happy to hear that,” Pace said. “She might not show it too obviously, but she’ll be happy.”

"Hahahaha..I feel the same..." Ruiyin laughed stutteringly, "Let's go for a drink?"

"I'm fine, then-"

"No," Ashilia, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted Pace, "Go treat the wound first."

"Strong liquor can ease the pain of the flesh, Your Highness... just drink a little, just a little..."

"No, go and treat my wound now!"

Compared to before, Ashilia became much tougher, her long hair faded to brown, only the ends were dyed with a little light green. Pace didn't know why she had such a change. To be honest, he just followed everything Perlis told him to do, and he didn't know much about everything behind it.

"Ah... so ruthless... let's drink again later," Rui Yin sighed helplessly, "As you wish... Princess..."

Afterwards, Ryan walked towards the temporary medical area in the distance with the help of Ashlia.

Looking at the backs of Ryan and Ashlia, Pace's heart was full of confusion.

What happened that night when Perlis went alone to look for Ashilia?

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One day ago - 31 Pixie Street.

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"You're getting slow."

Perlis quietly landed in front of Ashilia, like a ghost descending from the darkness, which made Ashilia a little at a loss.

"Perlis...?" Ashilia murmured, "Why...you..."

Ashilia saw the sharp blade in Perlis's hand. The blade was flashing with the afterglow of fire, intersecting with the strong factor energy.

Fire...fire...

Ashlia looked at the stove, the fire was burning, gradually burning out of the stove, burning on the floor, burning in the church...

The fire, the church, the howling of crows, and the scythe of the Grim Reaper raised high, like a farmer harvesting wheat fields.

She is dead...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The teacup fell to the ground and exploded into pieces. Ashilia fell to her knees, holding her head and screaming. Her face was shaking hideously, and she looked very painful.

"No...no...I'm not..." Ashlia murmured, "I...I can't...I have no way..."

In agony, she was surrounded by flames and burned into a black corpse. The archer pulled the bowstring and shot the flying white dove, dyeing its feathers red.

Big fire..Big fire..Big fire..

Countless fragments from the past burst out like a moving maze, making Ashlia lost in it, as embarrassed as if she was fleeing in an alley.

Fire...fire...fire...fire...

She's dead! She's dead! Eshilia saw it all! She's dead! Eshilia is dead! They're all dead! Dead!

Big fire! Big fire! Big fire! Big fire!

In the midst of the raging fire, Ashlia raised her head, opened her mouth wide, and let out a silent scream—

"Sardo, is that you?"

The calm voice was like a breeze blowing by, and Ashilia's almost frantic expression suddenly froze. After struggling in the broken illusion that lasted for a whole day, she heard that name, the name that calmed her down instantly.

Her own name.

Ashlia stared blankly at the white-haired girl with a calm face. For some reason, two lines of tears suddenly fell from her eyes.

"You...how did you...?"

"Your diary is still here with me. Did you forget it?"

Perlis held up a small book, which was Sharduo's diary. She touched her waist gently and found that the diary had been missing for a long time.

When is...?

"You must be very tired, right?"

Perlis spoke softly, holding the diary to her chest, and the worn pages slowly opened and fluttered.

"I have become a person who is not myself at all, shouldering a lot of missions that do not belong to me at all, suffering from it, struggling like a bird in a cage..."

A hint of sadness flashed across her blood-red eyes, and Perlis sighed softly with an imperceptible sound and closed her eyes.

The next second, she threw the diary belonging to Sharduo to the ground, landing in front of Ashlia.

Then, Perlis raised the sharp blade in her hand and pointed it directly at the dazed shadow of the princess.

"But I have no time to waste, [Shadow of Ashlia], do you decide to sink into pain and die in powerlessness, or truly become her and fight for the rise of the kingdom, even if you and she will burn in the flames?"

"I'm only asking you once! Answer me!"

Perlis shouted harshly, the strong factor energy on the blade flickered, and a weak arc of electricity exploded in the calm air.

Ashilia stared blankly at the sharp blade pointing at her, then looked at the diary lying quietly on the floor. Slowly, she knelt on the floor and stretched out her hand blankly.

By chance, a gust of wind blew in from the window that was left open for Perlis's arrival, turning the pages of the diary. When the wind died down, Ashilia saw the words she had written:

"Fire...fire...fire..."

With her white fingers trembling slightly, "Aishiliya" gently grasped the diary and picked up this worn-out carrier of memory.

Then, Sharduo raised her head and faced those blood-red eyes. Her gaze gradually became firm:

"She told me..."

The shadow of the princess stood up and looked directly into those bloodshot eyes. The stove was burning, but her shadow was nowhere to be seen.

She is a shadow, so how can she hide herself in the shadow?

"I... am Ashlia..."

Sharduo's eyes were wide open, and her golden pupils reflected the fire that happened fourteen years ago, the fire that changed everything.

...END...

No Crown to wear

"The end has come, and why should I, who am nameless, fail to live up to my legacy?"

——"Forbidden Words: The Old Testament"

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Fourteen Years Ago - La Vatino

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"Mother!!!"

Under the dome, Celica fell in a pool of blood, her golden eyes dull.

In front of the platform, Sharduo desperately hugged Ashlia to prevent her from rushing towards Celica's body.

"Princess! Not now!"

"No!! Don't stop me!! I want to save my mom! I want to save my mom!!"

Ashlia no longer had the calmness and composure she had in the past. Seeing her mother die in front of her in such an unclear manner, for the first time she screamed and cried like a helpless little girl.

For the first time, Sharduo saw the princess' true appearance.

The danger perception she had developed in the alley allowed Shardo to see the killer the moment the wall was broken - it was a sniper, and Shardo caught a glimpse of the reflection on his sniper scope. She desperately suppressed her desire to turn around and run away, and hugged Ashlia, who might enter the sniper's range.

That shot was able to directly shatter the church wall... This is definitely not an ordinary sniper, she must...

"Princess! We have to go!"

Sharduo desperately pulled Eshilia toward the door of the corridor. She was much stronger than Eshilia, so Eshilia couldn't break free. At the moment when Sharduo desperately closed the door, the princess stretched out her hand towards her mother's body for the last time, and the words in her mouth were swallowed by sobs.

"Mother..."

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In the small dressing room, the princess curled up in a corner, trembling slightly. Sharduo stood guard at the door like a hound, holding the dagger tightly in her hand.

Since she forcibly pulled Eshilia away from Celica's body, the princess has not spoken a word to her. The lively princess in the past has now fallen into a deathly silence, which makes Sharduo very uneasy.

No matter what, Sharduo must protect Ashlia's safety. This is what she should do as the cup bearer.

But the current situation is really weird.

When Celica was killed, no guards reacted in time. The entire church became empty at some point, and even the guards in the corridor disappeared. Sharduo clearly remembered that when Rein took most of the troops to attack the upper city, he also left enough troops to defend the church. Now these troops seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

How could this happen? Was there a traitor? Otherwise, how could the royal government allow its queen and princess to be isolated and helpless?

Who was that sniper? Was he still aiming? Could his group have already entered the church and were searching for the princess?

Leaning against the door, Sharduo tightly grasped the dagger in her hand, and the reflection of the dagger's surface reflected her golden eyes. In a trance, she seemed to see the gentle face of Queen Celica, and a heart-wrenching pain followed, causing her hand holding the dagger to tremble.

Queen Celica... is like this... How could it be...

Where's Georgeson? Where's he? Isn't he supposed to be responsible for the Queen's safety? That old guy... where the hell is he?

Just at this moment, footsteps were heard in the corridor.

“Click…Click…Click…Click…”

Sharduo put her ear to the door and listened carefully. The footsteps were a little chaotic, and it sounded like there were at least two people. They came in from the church hall, and Sharduo didn't know who they were, so she didn't open the door right away.

"Your Highness, are you there? I'm here to pick you up."

A voice that Sharduo felt very familiar with rang out: it was Georgeson's voice. She immediately stood on tiptoe and looked out through the peephole on the door, just in time to see Georgeson's face.