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

"Speak, Ryan Terras."

"My request is simple. The royal government has been trapped in the old city. Sooner or later, we will run out of ammunition and food. Before they break through the walls of Pershipons, we will die of famine and civil strife."

"Therefore, we need to take the initiative and seize the atrium."

Ryan stared at Perlis sharply, his calm voice mixed with a hint of anger.

"If you want my help, you can exchange it for the head of Prime Minister Georgeson Alais. As long as you have the ability to kill him, we can take advantage of the puppet regime's lack of leadership to launch a counterattack and seize the courtyard in one fell swoop."

"On this basis, we also need you to participate in the battle to seize the courtyard to prevent the [Blade of Babel] from interfering. As long as we can seize the courtyard, the royal government can recover its vitality and prepare for a counterattack against the Sharp Sword Lion Family."

Ryan finished his request in one breath and took a steadying breath.

"How about [Blade of Babel]?"

After listening to Ryan's request, Perlis lowered her head and thought for a while.

This guy...really used himself as a tool...first he assassinated the prime minister of the puppet regime, and then he helped them win the war to seize the atrium. This utilization rate is too high...

It's really sad. No matter where you go, you will be treated as a sharp weapon to be used. Is this your fate?

Whatever, as long as I can leave La Vadino as soon as possible, that will be enough.

Perlis closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was a hint of indifference in her blood-red eyes.

"I agree, Big Daddy," Perlis said calmly, "but I have a question."

"Huh? What's the problem."

"Why don't you let me assassinate Leon Kelast directly? Wouldn't that be a one-step solution?"

"Well..." Ryan explained the reason simply and directly, "Because you can't kill him."

"Oh?" Perlis raised her eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean?"

"It's simple, because the fighting power around him is something that even you can't easily match."

Rein stood up again, slowly walked to the front of the strategic board, and pointed to a line below Leon Kelast:

"Let's not talk about the strict protection of a large number of gang members. On this basis, Leon imitated the Federation's approach and carefully selected a group of the strongest among La Vatino's thugs. He gathered them around him and formed a tight line of defense."

Perlis looked in the direction Ryan pointed and found that the photo was not of a person, but a lion totem.

"He called this organization [Sharp Knife Lion Blade], what do you think...? Do you feel that your copyright has been infringed?"

"How boring..." Perlis muttered.

"No, this is not the end yet," Ryan smiled softly, "Not only did he copy the name, but he also copied the selection method from the Federation."

"Hmm?" Pace, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "Let me think, they organized a [Sentinel Tower] competition?"

"Very close," Ryan nodded, "However, it's not the Sentinel Tower, but the oldest building in La Vattinori..."

"La Vadino Colosseum." Carly answered without hesitation.

"Ah, yes," Ryan said, clearly surprised, "You knew?"

"Of course I know, there are a lot of these inexplicable stupid things recorded in [As I Saw]..."

Carly lightly lifted her hair and began to speak as if reciting a lesson:

"Leon calls this the Shura Field. It actually means throwing a bunch of people into the ancient Colosseum and letting them fight to the death. Those who are still standing at the end are eligible to enter the next round. After three rounds, the last survivor will be summoned by Leon and join his family."

Having said that, Carly suddenly curled her lips in disdain.

"This thing is just a crude reproduction of the beast fighting culture during the Grau Yad Kingdom period. If I'm not mistaken, Leon's purpose of holding the selection competition in this way is probably just to highlight that his status is comparable to those of the ancient nobles. If he wants to select people, there are more efficient methods."

"According to the tradition of the Kingdom of Guglau Yad, the warrior who defeated the three-wheeled beast in the Colosseum would be personally rewarded by the king and crowned as the king's warrior," Ashlia added, "This was originally a performance-based viewing activity, but Leon turned it into such a cruel bloody sport..."

“For him, this is probably just a spectator activity,” Pace said, sighing, “except that both parties are real people.”

"That's right," Ryan walked slowly back to the table and turned around, "but for you, this is the most intuitive and quick way to leave La Vadino."

"Oh? You want Perlis to participate in the [Shura Field], then join the family and take us to the [Wasteland Line]?" Carly said sarcastically, "Then why does she need to help you do the dirty work? Can't she just go to the [Shura Field] directly?"

"Well..." Ryan paused for a moment and looked directly at Perlis, "Let her tell you herself."

"I can't show up, Carly," Perlis said to Carly while looking at each other, "La Vadino has another [Blade of Babel], if I show up, I will be recognized."

"Huh?! What? How come I didn't know that..." Carly was slightly shocked when she heard that there was information that she didn't know.

"Because it's [him]," Perlis looked at Carly sternly and nodded slightly, "He is the only one who can avoid your information chain."

"Ah, damn..." Carly was a little unwilling, and her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned, "In this case, we really need your help."

"Yeah," Ryan nodded, "I will be responsible for training him and providing him with intelligence so that he can survive in the Shura Field until the end and become the winner."

"Then I'll make equipment for competitions," Carly sighed helplessly, "How is your workshop?"

"Not in the old town, but there are complete facilities at the base in the atrium."

"Well, that's no problem." Carly nodded.

Pace, who had been listening, felt a little puzzled. Although he really couldn't contribute to this kind of negotiation, he always felt like he had missed something.

"Uh...um, can I interrupt for a moment?"

Pace raised his hand and asked the question innocently, like a primary school student answering a question.

"That's right, so who is going to participate in the Shura Field?"

"Does that need to be said?"

Carly walked slowly in front of Pace, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

"Of course it's you."

......

4) 31 Pixie Street (Part 4)

After all the details were confirmed, the negotiations were considered over. After joint discussion, the group decided to rest in the old city for a few days before setting out to cross the Persipence Wall.

Even though the common interests of both parties had been confirmed, Rein and Ashilia still maintained a high level of vigilance and hostility towards Perlis. After the negotiation ended, they walked out of the negotiation room and saw several wounded soldiers leaving the sick and injured company. They were all poor people who were chopped by Perlis on the river bank. As soon as they saw Perlis, they retreated in fear, fearing that Perlis would hurt them again.

"I must be honest, [Blade of Babel], I will probably never truly trust you."

Ryan suddenly spoke, his experienced face was extremely heavy and his tired eyes were slightly narrowed.

"You are a weapon of the Federation, and the time you have been a weapon has far exceeded the time you have been a human. Your humanity has long been almost completely wiped out."

"Uncontrolled weapons are dangerous. Even if you claim not to be serving the federal government, it is just a bullet out of the gunman's control, and the danger only increases."

"I will never believe you, [Pure White Flame]."

Perlis did not respond to Rein, she just looked away silently, and then followed the soldier who came to take her to her residence and walked out of the villa. Perlis could feel Rein's eyes following her as she left 31 Pixie Street. That look was like a needle, but it could not arouse her pain at all.

Is he right? Maybe. Before she knew the truth, Perlis had been deceived by Laplace and Ivar's lies and believed that everything she did was to protect the things her father wanted to protect. She thought that as long as all the locusts entrenched in the wasteland were wiped out, the world would usher in peace as Edward hoped, and there would be less suffering.

What a naive idea. A girl who has not yet experienced the sufferings of the world is forced to shoulder lofty ideals and become a tool for those with ulterior motives.

In the end, she will have to bear the consequences of all this alone.

......

Under the dim light, Perlis sat quietly in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror.

Through the blurry mirror, Perlis saw her expressionless face, her pale, bloodless cheeks, and her eyes covered with a layer of mist: ever since she entered La Vadino, her blood-red eyes had always been like this, and even she herself could not see clearly.

Why is that? Is it because she needs to be so cold to play the role of "Pure White Fireworks"? Or is she just like that?

Perlis turned her head and looked out the window. The old town was sleeping peacefully in the dark night. The group was assigned a temporary residence next to No. 31. Although the exterior of the house was a bit shabby, the living facilities inside were still good enough for the group to rest for a few days.

But even though the environment was good, Perlis still felt very cold. The fire in the house was burning brightly, but the inexplicable chill kept penetrating into her body from the outside to the inside, causing her head to throb with pain.

Why? Was it because she had to pick up the side of herself that she had lost during her time in Wilkin? Was it because the identity of "Pure White Fireworks" was too heavy, so that her heart rejected everything in front of her?

Ruiyin's words kept echoing in her ears. The uncle looked like a very decent person, but why was he so hostile to her?

Is it because of the stereotype of [Blade of Babel]? Or is it because Perlis is that kind of person?

Perlis recalled the way the wounded looked at her as if she were a monster, and the last words that Ryan said before she left:

"You're a monster."

In the bone-chilling cold, Perlis slowly lay down on the dressing table and buried her head in her arms. Her blood-red eyes were slightly narrowed, blurry and lifeless.

......

A strong sense of sleepiness filled Perlis's consciousness. Just when she was about to fall asleep, a hand gently patted her shoulder:

"Little white flower?"

Perlis raised her head sleepily, and when her vision cleared, she found that it was Carly who was looking at her with concern.

"..Carly?"

"You can't sleep like this. You'll catch a cold if you do that," Carly said softly, helping her up. "Come, I'll help you get to bed."

Pearlis didn't say anything. She let Carly help her up, then sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at her knees in silence.

"Okay, lie down quickly. No matter how bad your mood is, you always need to get a good sleep." Carly urged.

So, Perlis lay down on the bed obediently, still without saying a word.

When she thought about facing the fearful eyes of those people outside again after waking up, the familiar feeling of boredom came over her. The turbulent emotions overwhelmed her mind. In this endless exhaustion, Perlis gently reached out her hand and tried to pull up the quilt.

However, before she pulled the quilt up completely, a pink shadow came in directly -

"Eh? Carly?"

Pearlis exclaimed softly, but before she could react, Carly had already laid down beside her very quickly and hugged her in her arms without any hesitation.

"Hey, let's sleep together~"

"Hmm! Why are you suddenly..."

"Why, you're not happy?"

“It’s… so crowded!”

"Just squeeze in, dear."

Carly said as she gently stroked the back of Pearlis' head.

"We're going to be apart for a while again, let me hug you."

Perlis was slightly stunned. She could clearly sense the tiredness and reluctance in Carly's tone. Even though Carly had tried very hard to hide that emotion, Perlis could still feel it.

So, Perlis lowered her head slightly, curled up her body slightly, and let Carly hold her. Carly had a scent that Perlis was very familiar with - it was the scent of the Wilkins flower sea.

Seeing that Perlis did not resist any more, Carly smiled and pulled the quilt tightly around the two of them. The cold wind outside the window blew across the outline of the old city, blowing through the roofs and lifting scattered broken tiles, erasing the warm-toned scene during the day and bringing the winter coldness to this cage-like city.

The colder the nights in La Vadino, the warmer the little bed beside the fire seemed.

"You're being stubborn again, idiot."

Carly hugged Perlis slightly in her arms, and looking at the tired little white flower in her arms, her ice-blue eyes rarely became as gentle as water.

"You're tired, right? If you force yourself like this."

"Hmm..." Polys curled up in Carly's arms, motionless, like a child who was tired of playing.

"Ignore them. It's enough for you to know what kind of person you are," Carly said, as if she was standing up for Perlis. "That stinky man even said you were a monster... Humph, if it wasn't for the little white flower showing off, I would definitely beat him up!"

“Pfft…Hehe…”

Perlis was amused by Carly and laughed softly. She also hugged Carly gently, and her eyes that were covered by mist finally lit up. Being hugged by Carly, she suddenly didn't feel cold at all.

Carly is always so gentle. She is always able to sensitively perceive her little emotions, and then run over to comfort her without any hesitation, just like a mother who takes no trouble to comfort her crying child.

"Carly is so nice. She always comes to comfort me." Polys smiled sweetly. With Carly caring about her so much, Ryan's words seemed less harsh.

"Then don't let my little white flower get wronged! You are so kind and cute, but they always say you are like some evil devil! Why! Just because you are stronger than them, you are a devil? Those weaklings just like to band together to attack those they are inferior to, so leave them alone!"

Carly said this indignantly, looking extremely angry. She turned her gaze to Perlis again, looking somewhat disappointed in her:

"Listen, Perlis, you are you. No matter how they judge you, it won't change who you are, understand? They are the ones who selectively ignore your beautiful side. They are blind, blind people who can't see anything clearly in their entire lives! If you choose to immerse yourself in bad emotions because of the eyes of those people, then you are too stupid!"

"Actually...it's not wrong for them to be afraid," Perlis raised her head slightly and looked at Carly, "For the peace that the Federation talks about, I have indeed taken many lives. I did hurt them by the lake. They are afraid of me because of this. I can actually understand..."

"Don't get yourself into trouble, idiot," Carly flicked Perlis' forehead lightly, causing her to utter an "ouch," "You were acting in self-defense by the lake. They were the first to attack, not you, okay?"

"As for the Federation, you have to look at it separately. The Federation's philosophy may have many faults, but that doesn't mean that what you did as the Blade of Babel should be equated with those faulty philosophies. In my opinion, you have only been carrying out Uncle Edward's beliefs and have never done anything bad."