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

But not today.

Polys rubbed her eyes gently, then quietly crawled over Carly's body, got up from the bed, put on her clothes, then tiptoed to the dressing table and picked up her butterfly knife and bracelet from the table.

"..."

Staring at herself in the dressing mirror in silence, Perlis put on the bracelet and then casually turned the butterfly knife twice -

"Om-"

The faint red light slowly gathered on the butterfly knife, and a layer of faint red light slowly attached to the shiny silver blade.

Today, Perlis will go to the atrium to assassinate the prime minister of the puppet government and former general of the Grau Yad Kingdom army: Georgeson Ales.

Perlis stared at the butterfly knife that was flashing a faint red light for a while. She knew that once the blade was exposed to the sunlight, it would mean that more people would be hurt by it.

As for the enemy, Perlis still did not think she needed to have any mercy: there was no black and white fact in the battle caused by position. As long as she firmly believed that everything she did was correct, she would still ruthlessly kill those who stood in her way without any hesitation.

However, when she thought of the expressions with which those royal government soldiers looked at her these days, as if she were a monster, Perlis's heart wavered again.

"..."

Perlis turned the butterfly knife twice more, then sheathed the blade and hid it in her sleeve. She stared at her pretty and lovely face in the mirror, trying to make the expression on it more indifferent and cold.

After walking out of this door, she will continue to become [Pure White Flame] and achieve her goals ruthlessly.

As for the rest, I will lock them in the little box in my heart as usual and talk about them later.

There is no time to waste. The opening of the 14th "Tower of Babel Competition" is just around the corner. If she continues to be trapped in La Vadino, she will not be able to catch up with her destiny.

The fateful battle that was destined to take place on the top of the Tower of Babel.

In front of the mirror on the dressing table, Perlis slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her blood-red eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and they had lost their previous brilliance.

Okay, let's get started.

Before leaving the room, Perlis walked to the bedside and stared at Carly who was sleeping for a while. Carly was still sleeping soundly, obviously because she was too tired to help Perlis make plans and prepare things these days...

Let her sleep well and don't wake her up.

Perlis was thinking this and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly a mischievous idea came to her mind. Perlis hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand and gently scratched Carly's face.

"Stupid Carly... you just take advantage of me every day..."

Looking at Carly who was sleeping soundly, Perlis muttered softly with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

"Take care, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Perlis turned around and walked out of the house without even looking back.

When she is with Carly, she can be a carefree little white flower, happily showing her true self.

Once she walks out of this door, she will need to become [Pure White Flame], the cold-blooded executioner in the eyes of the world, the agent of the Federation.

But these are no longer important to Perlis. She should not be attached to the comfortable feeling of hiding in her comfort zone. Facing the road ahead, she must not have any hesitation.

Being decisive in killing is what the [Blade of Babel] should have.

Pearlis closed the door gently. The room was still quiet, with only some noises coming from Carly when she turned over in her sleep.

......

"Are you ready? [Blade of Babel]."

When Perlis climbed up Pixie Street and arrived at the door of House No. 31, she saw that Ashlia had been waiting there for a long time.

"I've been waiting for half an hour. The federal people have a really bad sense of time..."

"Where's Ryan?" Perlis said calmly, without a trace of emotion in her words, "He said he would take me through the Persipune Wall."

"Oh, well..." Ashlia paused for a moment, "The plan has changed."

"Hmm?" Perlis raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Well, it's nothing, it's just..." Ashlia walked up to Perlis and looked at her with a little disdain, "I'll be the one to send you to the Wall of Pershipons."

"Whatever you want..." Perlis still had no expression on her face, as if she didn't care at all, "It's the same for everyone..."

After saying that, Perlis started walking towards the path leading to the Wall of Pershipons.

Before she could take two steps, Ashlia's voice sounded behind her again:

"And not only will I take you to the Wall of Pershipons, I will also go to the Atrium with you."

Hearing this, Perlis stopped, turned around, and tilted her head slightly:

"you?"

"What...what are you doing? What's the question?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Ryan will never let you go..."

Looking at the inexplicably panicked Ashlia, Perlis shook her head slightly.

"You are the [Princess] that the enemy is hunting, or you are the leader of the royal government."

“So what?” Ashilia walked up to Perlis and puffed out her chest slightly as if to show off her power. “Do you think the daughter of [Attack King] Rosedes Yad Pershipens is a coward hiding behind a wall? How is that possible!”

"Then you shouldn't go..." Perlis sighed, "It's not safe."

"Why? Why is [Blade of Babel] pretending to care about my safety? What does this have to do with you?" A little anger appeared on Ashlia's face. "I went there to live up to the name of [Princess], not for you."

Looking at Ashilia's extremely strange appearance, Perlis's face remained calm. She looked at Ashilia for a while as if considering something, and then spoke softly:

"If something happens, I won't save you."

"Same here, I won't save you either!" Ashilia puffed up her cheeks fiercely and looked at Perlis viciously, "Want to scare me? Who's afraid of who?"

Perlis ignored the puzzled Eshilia and turned around to walk towards the street leading to the Wall of Pershipons. Seeing this, Eshilia hurriedly caught up with her and walked side by side with her:

"Hey! Why are you in such a hurry? Do you know the way?"

"..."

"You'll be ambushed if you go out the main door, don't you know that? Can you use your brains..."

"..."

"Hey! What's so noble about you, a federal man? I'm talking to you. If you don't want to die, don't let that get you into trouble!"

"You're so noisy..."

The sun gradually rose, and soon it was higher than the Persipense Wall, hanging in the sky, illuminating the outline of the courtyard and the old town. The breath of the morning gradually faded away, and when the sun reached the zenith, La Vadino would only be left with the reality of the daylight.

...END...

5) The Caged Beast

"Inside the big cage, his cloudy eyes looked up at the sky."

——"Forbidden Sayings: The Old Testament"

Atrium - La Vatino

Pace was a little panicked.

Who is telling the truth? Anyone would be panicked at this moment.

Not long ago, he was lying on his bed in the old town, enjoying a pleasant rest time while thinking about how to deal with the next challenge.

[Shura Field], it does sound scary, and it does sound difficult to be the last person alive there.

However, even if Pace was very reluctant to admit it, the guy called "Big Daddy" obviously had his own way. After all, when he mentioned that he wanted to "help a group of people go to the wasteland line", he looked as if he was just going to buy some vegetables.

He was once the great general under the command of [Attack King] Rosedes Yad Pershipons! The legend of [Attack King] had always accompanied Pesce as he grew up. Even though he did not have much admiration for this king who once swept the continent, the thought of being taught by Grau Yad's general excited Pesce's male instinct.

With the help of Rein Tyras and his own powerful Thebittian bloodline, would it be difficult to defeat these punks who are stuck in their broken cage?

This thought did not dissipate until he left the old town and arrived at the courtyard with Rein and his group in a carriage. Even Carly was a little surprised to see his relaxed look: Is this really the Pace Monarch who was so nervous when sneaking across the star track?

The city area in the atrium is obviously much more lively than the old city: the streets are flat and the bricks and tiles are also warm-colored. The architectural style here is no different from that of the old city, but the buildings are obviously often repaired. It seems that the puppet government is not so cruel, at least the surface work of the streets is not bad.

Walking on the street of the atrium, Pace was in a very good mood. He was about to start training. As long as he mastered the skills taught by Rein Tyras himself, he could prove his strength as a Thebite and his glory as the eldest son of the Monarch family!

Until his first battle with Rein——

“Ah!! Oh my god…”

In the dungeon-like training room, Pace knelt on the ground, holding his stomach. A strong nausea surged up his throat, forcing him to try his best to barely suppress the urge to vomit.

"Oh? That's it..."

Ryan looked down at Pace who was knocked down by him in a few moves, and shook his head in worry.

"I thought the Thebits were good fighters, why are you..."

"Wait...wait!" Pace shouted hastily, "Don't...don't jump to conclusions, I...I just haven't played for too long..."

"Oh?" Ruiyin shook his head helplessly, then waved his hand, "Okay... I'll give you another chance."

Rein then took two steps back, leaving a space for Pace. Pace stood up with great difficulty and resumed his stance.

"Come on, Thebites." Ryan waved gently at Pace, signaling him to attack.

Seeing this, Pace's eyes widened suddenly, and then he rushed forward recklessly:

"Ahhhhh!!"

......

Pace was a little panicked.

He found that he couldn't beat Rein Tyras at all. According to Rein's own description, this guy felt that he was too old and not suitable for high-intensity combat...

"Although I don't want to admit it, I can't beat the [Black Boxing King] now..." Looking at Pace who was beaten to a pulp by him, Ryan shook his head in worry, "Although the [Shura Field] does not restrict the use of weapons and props, according to your current physique, even if I can put on a set of giant power armor for you, I don't think you can survive there..."

As Ryan spoke, he pointed behind him. In the shadow of the training room, there were indeed two sets of giant force armor placed in the corner...

"That thing was obtained by a Thebit merchant through the arms smuggling chain. It is said to be a military configuration of the [Infinite Steel Legion]. It seems to be called... MK21 Strong City? However, because it is ridiculously heavy and not suitable for street fighting, it has been shelved and unused..."

Ryan opened the water bottle at his waist and took two sips before handing it to Pace.

"Boy, you're in for a hard time," Ryan said, with a somewhat helpless tone, "Get ready."

Pace raised his head with difficulty. In his eyes, the kettle handed to him seemed extremely heavy.

I always feel that... after taking over this kettle, a painful life will begin...

......

The secret base in the atrium was not very big, at least much smaller than the house. The base was hidden in the basement of a duplex unit building, and several large and spacious rooms were renovated on the original basis. To the outside world, this was the "Beast Fighting Club", an institution established to pass on the ancient fighting skills of the Kingdom of Grau Yad.

However, these days, who would still learn those ancient techniques...times have changed.

As a result, the club had almost no members visiting, and the few people who were interested mostly left in anger because of the high tuition fees. The club gradually became a joke, and basically no one visited it.

This is exactly what Ryan expected.

Of course, for Pace, this place really became his "fight club"... except that he was responsible for playing the role of the punching bag...

It was late at night, and Pace was still in the workshop next to the training room. He moved the two giant armors to the workshop and began to modify one of them. Pace first removed all the thick steel plates on the MK21, then melted and forged them into light steel plates that were barely presentable, and after simple processing, installed them back on the power frame.

In this way, a MK23 "Fighter" light exoskeleton armor is completed.

Looking at the giant armor that he had built in front of him, Pace's heart was still hanging high: Ever since he was beaten up by Ryan last night, he had no intention of sleeping at all.

Fighting with the giant armor is still an act of skipping classes after all. If he can't even defeat Rein with just his physical body, then there is no way he can survive in the [Ashura Field].

What he lacked was not only the support of equipment, but also the understanding and training of "combat" itself.

Pesce recalled Perlis's posture during the battle: she was obviously just a little girl, but she could gallop across the battlefield so calmly and calmly. Pesce had no idea how much painful training was behind that.

Can he still be called a man of Thebite if he can't even beat a little girl younger than him? Pace gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Whether it was helping Lianna to get revenge or helping Perlis to reach her destination, he obviously wasn't working hard enough.

Although he was feeling sleepy, Pace decided to lift some weights before going to bed. He slowly walked to the corner of the workshop, picked up two 50kg dumbbells he brought from the training room, and began to exercise hard.

“1....2....3.....4....”

The only source of light was the incandescent bulb above his head. At midnight, even a turbulent area like the atrium had already fallen asleep, but Pace knew that it was not time for him to go to bed yet.

“13....14....15...”

Pace struggled to feel the soreness caused by his torn muscles. The time in the tavern made him neglect his body for a long time, and now he wanted to make up for all that neglect.

Late night, lights, and lonely Thebits.

What he didn't notice was that outside the small window at the door of the workshop, a pair of ice-blue eyes were silently looking at him.