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

Under Ashlia's gaze, Sharduo nodded slightly and smiled brightly.

"I do!"

Sharduo bowed awkwardly, her posture was obviously not standard, and her appearance was also sloppy. But at that moment, Sharduo felt that she was glowing.

"Your Highness, I would like to be your shadow!"

...END...

7) Aim to the Star

“They prayed, fell at the false shepherd’s knees, and kissed his feet.”

——"Forbidden Sayings: The Old Testament"

Lion's Den - Uptown - La Vatino

......

"Boom——"

Thunder shattered the outline of the dark clouds and dispersed the black smoke that enveloped La Vatino. In the rainy night, the huge villa belonging to the Kelast family was glowing with warm yellow lights. Melodious classical music floated out from the gaps between the doors and windows, accompanied by the bustling voices at the gate of the villa, flowing into the rainy night of this city of sin.

"Godfather, they are here."

"Let them in."

In the huge restaurant, Leon Kelast was laboriously cutting the steak on the plate with his fat left hand. The butler beside him seemed to want to say something, but hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth. Witnessing everything in front of him, Grace just lowered his head slightly and reported the situation at the entrance of the Lion's Den truthfully:

“There are a lot of them…”

"How many can there be?" Leon didn't even raise his head. He put the steak into his mouth and chewed it seriously. "Can't my hall accommodate them?"

"It can accommodate, but..."

"Then do as I say, Woodpecker. I don't need your advice." Leon picked up the red wine glass and poured the rose-red wine into the goblet. "Go ahead. If they claim to be my illegitimate children, they should meet me."

"Yes, Godfather."

Grace didn't say anything else. After answering, he stood up and left, leaving Leon's presence.

"The nerd of the Federation," Leon picked up the red wine glass and raised it slightly, looking at Grace's back, "A barbaric country has raised a bunch of arrogant people who can't read people's expressions. Look at that nerd..."

Leon swallowed the red wine in one gulp and raised his glass slightly. He waved his hand and called the servant beside him:

"Bring me my red cane wine. Don't be too restrained tonight. Just think of it as a moment of silence for an old friend."

The attendant nodded and left Leon. Leon continued to cut the steak on the plate, his double chin trembling slightly:

"Poor old Georgeson, he should be dead... I don't know how strong the Great Prophet was... I've never seen it..."

A gleam of fierceness flashed in Leon's small eyes, but it was only fleeting. He immediately turned into a smiling face and put the cut steak into his mouth.

“Oh, right!” Leon turned his head slightly as if he had thought of something, “Any news from Klein?”

"The convoy didn't respond, Godfather," the butler behind Leon bowed slightly, "but the Great Prophet has already sent out a signal. He has dealt with the Pure White Flame."

"Well, this guy must have gotten too carried away," Leon nodded. "It seems that everything went well. Laplace spent a lot of money to buy that girl... and then used the money from selling her to buy a batch of red sugar cane bars from E.Tran..."

Just as Leon was muttering, the door of the restaurant was suddenly pushed open, and a huge figure walked towards Leon angrily. The guards at the door couldn't stop him at all, so they could only follow him with rifles in hand.

"Leon Kerast!" the giant roared, and the rain on his body fell on the red carpet of the banquet hall, leaving a wet trail.

Seeing the giant rushing in, a dozen sharp-knife lion blades wearing execution armor immediately gathered from both sides of the restaurant to the center, intending to block the rampaging giant. However, Leon waved his hand, signaling them to let the giant pass.

"Hey, Tommy Bullard," Leon looked at him and smiled crookedly, "Or do you prefer others to call you the Black Boxing King?"

"Where's my money?" Tommy yelled, veins popping out of his neck. "My money!"

"Money? What money?" Leon rolled his eyes. "You lost the game!"

"I killed them! I killed them! Blast them to pieces!"

"Except for that Thebit kid, right?" Leon lowered his head and started cutting steak again. "You lost to him, so the prize money for that division should naturally go to him."

"fart!"

"If you keep talking to me like that, you won't get a penny," Leon said coldly. The executioner beside him showed his electric baton, and blue electric light jumped on the tip of the baton. "Honestly, I have never seen you lose. If you lose to that guy in the final, maybe my chief should be replaced..."

"Him! No! Impossible!" Tommy yelled hysterically. His body was covered with bandages, but the ferocious expression on his rough face could not be concealed. "I will crush him! Blast him to pieces!"

"Then prove yourself, Tommy. Don't forget who you are." Leon cut off a small piece of steak and held it in front of him. "You are a dog. Only good dogs can eat meat. Many people want to be a good dog but have no way to become one... You have to cherish yourself."

After that, Leon threw the fork and threw the small piece of steak on the red carpet in front of the [Black Boxing King], blending with the red carpet that was wet by the giant. [Black Boxing King] stared blankly at the steak on the ground, he seemed to be about to get angry, but for some reason, he felt something stuck in his throat.

"Meat..."

"Go away, Tommy. You've already stained my carpet." Leon clapped his hands. The executioner beside him walked up to Tommy and motioned him to leave. "Don't make any more mistakes, or I don't mind if the carpet gets even dirtier."

Under the pressure of the executioner, Tommy made a "huh" sound, turned around, and was escorted out of the restaurant. The restaurant returned to its previous calm. Leon looked at the steak on the ground and shook his head with great regret.

"What a waste, this is federal goods," Leon muttered, slowly stood up, and wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief, "Disgusting, let's stop here tonight, pack up, I'm going to watch the replay of Shura Field."

"Yes." The butler bowed slightly, "Godfather, what about the red sugarcane wine you want?"

"Just send it to my room later. I'll drink it while watching the video if I'm drunk."

"Yes."

The butler bowed again and began to clean up the leftovers on the table. At this moment, the door of the restaurant opened again, and Grace led more than a dozen ragged people into the restaurant, and walked to Leon's table amid the noise.

"Godfather, they are here," Grace bowed slightly, "They all claim to be your illegitimate children... hoping to be related to you by blood..."

Leon didn't listen to Grace. His narrowed eyes swept over the group of so-called "illegitimate children". Most of them were ugly and exuded a sour smell that Leon hated.

Illegitimate child? No, Leon had never questioned the authenticity of their bloodline. Perhaps there were indeed descendants of his among this group of misfits. He never took any protective measures when he went out to party every night. If a few women took away his seeds, he would not be surprised at all.

However, Leon no longer lacks dogs.

"...That's it, Godfather."

Grace finished Ang's report, bowed slightly, and asked Leon for instructions.

"What is your decision regarding them...?"

"Butler, the carpet can be replaced."

Leon glanced at the large group of people again, wiped his hands with a handkerchief to clean the oil stains on them, and handed it to the butler beside him.

"It's already dirty anyway, so it doesn't matter if it gets dirtier."

After saying that, Leon turned and left, walking away from the table. Behind him, the executioners raised their rifles and aimed at the large group of illegitimate children.

"Boom——"

On a rainy night, another thunderclap exploded. After the lightning gradually dissipated, the huge restaurant was left with only melodious classical music and an even brighter red carpet.

......

7) "Taking the Morning Star as a Guide" (Part 2)

"If we go down this road, we will be able to return to the courtyard."

The first rays of sunlight in the morning lit up the water droplets on the dry wheat straw, reflecting the crystal clear light. Looking along the path in front of her, Perlis saw the outline of the courtyard city.

"I have a feeling that the Great Prophet is planning something," Perlis said, "We must hurry back to the base and tell Carly..."

"I hope you're right, [Blade of Babel]..." Ashlia sighed in frustration, "But if Rein finds out that I'm not staying in the old city, he'll definitely..."

As expected, she made the decision on her own... Perlis glanced at Ashlia and shook her head. This princess is really so reckless and stupid, she doesn't act like a princess at all.

"Hey! What are you doing?" As if she had noticed Perlis's helplessness, Ashilia yelled, "You must be calling me stupid in your heart, right? Isn't that right!"

"No."

"You're still saying no! I saw you shaking your head!"

"No."

"I don't believe it! You must be..."

"..."

Walking along the path between the fields, the cold winter morning wind blew on their cheeks. In winter, the temperature difference between day and night in La Vadino is very large, especially in this early morning after the rain, gusts of bleak wind blew from the edge of the big cage, passing through the alleys and fields, and covering this warm yellow city with a layer of cold light that it should have in winter.

Ashilia kept complaining about various things, such as "the clothes are not dried"... "it's so cold"... etc. In such unsatisfactory situations, she always seemed a little emotional, not at all like the gentle princess that Perlis read in the diary.

As usual, Perlis ignored Ashlia. Walking in the bleak cold wind, she began to think about her experiences of the previous night.

Why did the Great Prophet draw his own blood? What does "Blood of the Stars" mean? According to what he said, Laplace didn't just need the power of Perlis's "Blade of Babel", but something deeper.

Is this related to the "plan for Perlis" mentioned by Edward in his diary? If so, what is this plan...

While Perlis was thinking, Eshilia, who had been mumbling, suddenly stopped talking. She turned her head and found that Eshilia was standing on the ridge behind her, looking at something in the distance. The noisy princess in the past had a dazed look on her face, and her golden eyes became a little dull, as if the cold winter wind had wiped a layer of frost on them.

Perlis turned her head slightly and followed Ashilia's gaze, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

On a hill covered with flowers, the outline of a huge creature gradually emerged from the morning mist: it was a huge statue, made entirely of white marble. The marble, which had been carefully processed, was shaped into a handsome man. He was wearing armor, a crown on his head, and a huge sword in his hand stuck into the ground, standing like a huge pillar.

No one didn't recognize the statue, at least Perlis recognized it at a glance - it was the [Attack King], Rosedes Yad Pershipens.

Perlis slowly walked to the side of Ashlia. The silent princess stared at the statue, her long light green hair fluttering slightly in the cold wind. The water vapor over the field made the huge statue look a little hazy, but it could not cover Rosedes's resolute face.

"This statue was planned by Leon himself," Ashlia's voice became a little ethereal, "right after he murdered Her Majesty the Queen...right after he did those things..."

"Why?" Perlis was puzzled. "If the royal government is Leon's enemy, why would he erect a statue for the [Attack King]?"

"Because statues can't speak," Ashlia's shoulders trembled, "They don't need the [Attack King], but in order to rule, they need a statue... a statue that people can kneel down to worship..."

"A harmless idol."

"..."

The cool wind gradually dissipated the cold winter atmosphere like the moisture on the fields. The sun rose higher and higher, shining on the earth and illuminating the outline of the huge statue.

However, although there was no cold fog, Perlis felt a bone-chilling chill in the rising sun.

The gaze cast by the huge statue was cold, and Perlis could imagine what kind of blazing light was projected from those eyes. [Attack King] was different from those usurpers, his journey had always been to change the world, to create an era without power, a world without the Tower of Babel.

Instead of sitting on the throne, overlooking all living beings and enjoying all the glory.

But he failed, and after he failed, those who killed him took his crown and sat on his throne, on his remains.

"Hey, [Blade of Babel], why are you fighting so hard again?"

Perlis turned her head and found that Ashlia was looking at her. Her pretty face no longer had the liveliness of the past, but was a little confused.

"You are the winner of the Tower of Babel Competition. Logically speaking, you should have been well versed in the laws of the jungle and have already reached the top of the food chain."

"Well," Perlis nodded slightly, "yes."

"Then why, why are you working so hard? What are you working so hard for?"

"I don't know either." Perlis turned her head and looked at the tall statue.

As usual, Perlis thought of the tall Tower of Babel. The Tower of Babel stood at the edge of every horizon, with its spire reaching deep into the clouds and covering the entire continent of Ademir, like a god.

Is it just a simple desire to avenge my father? Perlis asked herself this question. Suddenly, the strong wind of Wanren Mountain seemed to blow beside her again. She found that she did not have a definite answer.

“Perhaps, no one’s destiny should be controlled by others.”

Pearlis said the first thought that came to her mind, which she felt was old-fashioned and childish, but she didn't want to lie to herself.

"I can't explain why, but I just... don't like it..."

"It's hard to control your own destiny," Aishiliya sighed. "The alleys of La Vadino are a jungle where the strong prey on the weak. Once you walk out of the alleys of La Vadino, you'll find that the whole world is a jungle."

Ashlia gave a tired smile, her golden eyes full of loneliness.

"【Blade of Babel】, do you think... I... can do it?"

"What?"

"I want to make the Kingdom of Grau Yad stand up again."

“That’s going to be hard.”

"It doesn't matter if it's difficult, but... I don't know... if I can do it..."

"Is this your wish?"

"Yes..."

"Then just do it," Perlis nodded gently, with a rare glimmer of light in her blood-red eyes, "Do your best, either succeed or die on the way."