Chapter 438 - Chapter 438: 415 Chapter Entering the Demons Lair (2/2)
Iron Mask!
It’s him!
It’s definitely him!
Just as Charlotte was struck with disbelief, she noticed the Iron Mask Man had moved and was walking towards her parents; however, her father and mother seemed completely oblivious to the impending threat of death.
No, no, no, no, no, don’t come over here! Please don’t come any closer!
Yet, no matter how desperate and frightened she was, how much she didn’t want to face it, the silent Iron Mask Man still slowly approached. He suddenly grabbed a family member and, without hesitation, tore them into indistinct flesh and blood amidst their screams.
The scene left Charlotte dumbfounded, her mind blanked out, completely stunned.
Besides Charlotte’s reaction, everyone else in the dream was unaffected by the events, everything was very eerie.
“Run! Everyone, run! No, please!”
No matter how loudly she screamed, family members playing in the garden continued to be torn apart one by one, dying horribly, while Charlotte could only stand rooted to the spot, helplessly watching it all unfold.
In the end, the Iron Mask Man finally arrived beside her parents, who suddenly turned their heads to look at her, their eyes full of warmth and regret.
“Charlotte, survive…”
Charlotte collapsed, screaming.
“Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah!”
The last of her family members were brutally murdered by the “Iron Mask Man” in her dream, and she wailed and wept, her body shaking violently with an overwhelming breakdown, with a flood of tears and snot pouring out.
Finally, that demonic “Iron Mask Man” slowly walked over.
“No, please…”
She fell weakly to the ground, wanting to run but utterly immobilized, engulfed by despair in her heart, allowing the “Iron Mask Man” to grab her neck and slowly tear her fragile body to pieces as if meting out punishment.
“Ah!”
Charlotte abruptly woke up, her heart racing wildly!
She opened her heavy eyelids as if piercing through an invisible mist, finally escaping from the suffocating nightmare.
Charlotte’s breaths still carried the remnants of panic from her dream, each inhalation accompanied by a slight tremor within her chest, sweat soaking the hair on her forehead, adhering to her cheeks, leaving mottled traces, in a particularly disheveled state.
She tried to move her body, only to find her limbs as if tied by unseen ropes, heavy and powerless, every tiny movement bringing a whole body ache and discomfort.
Her heart was pounding violently in her chest as if she’d just run a fierce race, unable to calm down.
She squinted her eyes, struggling to get used to the slightly glaring light in the room. The surroundings gradually became clear, but the fear and unease that came with the nightmare were slow to dissipate.
Charlotte found herself in an unknown room, lying on a bed and barely able to move.
Where is this?
A hint of confusion and helplessness flashed through the girl’s eyes. She gently massaged her temples, trying to dispel the lingering grogginess.
Her throat was unbearable dry, and as Charlotte tried to make a sound, she found her voice hoarse and weak, like a dry well that hadn’t been used in a long time.
However, the discomfort in her body was temporary; what truly troubled her was the haunting nightmare that wouldn’t go away.
Charlotte closed her eyes, trying to erase those terrifying images from her mind, but they were as deeply engraved and clear as a brand.
Uh…
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she bit her lip hard, refusing to cry out loud.
A very gentle voice suddenly sounded from outside, getting closer and closer.
“You’re awake? You’ve finally awakened. I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up, how wonderful.”
Charlotte, feeling a bit breathless, saw the person who walked in from outside, slightly opened her mouth in astonishment, and saw a silver-haired girl slightly older than herself, with strikingly beautiful features.
She had her eyes closed, her countenance so exquisitely delicate it seemed like a divine handcrafted doll, from head to toe, impeccable, her smile as fragile and full of life as dew-laden flower petals.
The girl’s silver hair was like the beautiful, tender moonlight of the night, gently draped over her shoulders, glinting with a faint silver luster.
Seeing such a dreamy and beautiful sister, who most likely was her savior, Charlotte’s heart was instantly filled with gratitude and affection.
“Thank you, thank you for saving me…”
She paused, then asked with confusion, “Where is this? Where is my teacher? Have you, have you seen him?”
The stunningly beautiful girl gently shook her head, smiling with the world’s most perfect smile in response. However, her words made Charlotte plunge into the most terrifying abyss, her gaze freezing.
“No need to thank me, hehe, it’s fate that I could save you…”
“As for where this is, this is my home. Its name is quite well-known in Cyart, it’s called… Fischer Manor.”
Charlotte stared trembling at the gorgeous beautiful sister, listening to her self-introduction.
“My name is Hecate Fischer. Christine, the head of the Fischer family, is my mother. You may have heard of her. Many here secretly call me…”
“The Demonic Woman.”