Chapter 610 - v3c375 Requiem(25) (1/2)

v3c375

Requiem(25)

“Brendel!”

In his daze, Brendel heard a scream, yanking him back from the world of endless darkness. If there was one voice that he would never forget, then perhaps it would be the voice he heard that night he escaped from Bucce. It was a simple promise to each other.

“Will you protect me, Brendel?”

“Yes, I will.”

Brendel opened his eyes incredulously and saw that familiar figure. The merchant lady was hanging from a rope around the neck of the emerging t.i.tan Statue. Although she was scratched everywhere from swinging around and rubbing against the granite, she still looked happy to see Brendel.

What are you doing?!

The only thing Brendel wanted to do right now was glare at the merchant lady, just as he would every time she had gotten into trouble in the past. But unfortunately, he did not even have the strength to blink, so he could only lie still and watch, waiting for the unyielding gift to go away.

Roman……

The portals behind the two t.i.tans were a blindingly bright red, as if all chances have been lost. Amandina’s whereabouts and whether she had found the node on the portal remain unknown.

There might be another chance.

Brendel stared at the merchant lady, Roman was now climbing onto the giant statue’s shoulder. Earhole, he said to himself. He knew that it was the only way into the t.i.tan Statue’s manipulation core.

As if she had heard his voice, the merchant lady started to crawl in that direction.

But at that moment, a spark of electricity suddenly appeared on the t.i.tan Statue’s shoulder, immediately wrapping around the merchant lady. Brendel’s eyes widened, as he saw Roman twitching in the electricity and then collapsing in a cloud of smoke.

Brendel’s heart went cold.

He was breathing heavily. Remorse injected itself into his heart like poison. He thought that perhaps if none of this happened, the merchant lady, Amandina, and the others would have had their own destinies.

But because of his one wish.

Everyone came here.

Though in the end, nothing could be changed.

Did I really make the wrong choice when I was at Coldwood Castle? He could not help but close his eyes. Francia’s clear eyes surfaced to his mind. If I could choose again, what choice would I make?

Brendel did not know.

He opened his eyes one last time as if saying a final goodbye to the world that had brought him this brief yet unforgettable experience. He wanted to look at Roman for one last time, to look at that merchant lady, whom he had promised to become the greatest merchant with together..

But he had broken his word.

But what he saw made his heart constrict; he saw the merchant lady crawling towards the t.i.tan’s earhole. She was merely inches away.

Roman is not dead!

The manipulator of the t.i.tan Statue seemed to have realized the threat, and the giant statue actually raised its left hand to slap its shoulder. At that moment, Brendel’s heart lifted, fearing to see the scene he had imagined, but instead, the giant statue slapped its own face.

“Ha!”

Brendel was ecstatic. The person manipulating the t.i.tan was a rookie! He felt like a death row criminal who had just been told that his execution was suspended. The drastic change of emotions made him feel suffocated.

By this time, Roman was whimpering as she crawled to the earhole. Marquis Yoakam tried several times to reach her, while the t.i.tan on the other side was still slowly recovering from the fatal wound in its chest. He had to come out from the earhole with his sword, preparing to kill the merchant lady himself.

He figured, what could an electrocuted, half-dead witch do to me? If she still had the strength to cast spells, she would have rushed in by now.

He came out with his sword just in time to see Roman crawl into the earhole. The t.i.tan’s earhole was like a small cave, and the merchant lady was currently at the mouth of the cave. Marquis Yoakam shook his head in disdain.

Victory was within reach, and he was not attached to the status he possessed in Aouine. Only All for One could bring him true glory.

The divine work had been going on in Aouine for quite some time now, and today was the day to reap the benefits.

He walked over to Roman with these messy thoughts and tried to stab her.

But at this moment, the merchant lady suddenly looked up.

Marquis Yoakam could not believe his eyes. He saw a pair of pure black eyes with no white parts or pupils; they were like two black holes that seemed to devour his heart and soul.

He was so startled that he subconsciously tried to back away, but it was too late. The merchant lady reached out and grabbed his neck with frightening strength. Then she said in a different voice, “Who are you?”

Marquis Yoakam would swear with his life and his honor– if he had any left– that he had never heard such a terrible sound. It was like the wind that blew through the strange rocky valley, and made him freeze.

He shuddered subconsciously.

“You’re not her, who…are you?”

He heard a snicker.

And then… There was no ‘and then’. The brother of Aouine’s last king, Marquis Yoakam’s head tilted and lost his soul completely.

The cave seemed to be quiet for a moment, then Roman got up from the ground.

“It hurts……”

“Are you there, White Mist?”