244 Forced into a Dead End (2/2)
In other circumstances, the Celestial Church's first lady wouldn't mind. However, her son pursued the Free and Unfettered Dao. If he couldn't sever them through personal enlightenment, emotions would drag him down.
Although he'd long since left the Semi-Holy Rank, the Dao was the partner of a lifetime and the foundation of the Divine Seed.
Were it not for that flaw, Erhardt would now be a Sage.
Therefore, she resolved to rid him of this fetter, and have Yvonne murdered by the Holy Flame Empire's experts.
Understanding the ploy, Adalwin clenched his fists in frustration.
Sandwiched. They were sandwiched. Yvonne had to die. But if she did, they could not live. If she didn't, they'd still perish.
There was absolutely no way out.
”I know what you're thinking. How could I force you into a dead end? Her ladyship promised that as long as you act fast and leave no trace, your house will be safe.”
”Loads of horseshit.”
Is what Adalwin wanted to say but restrained himself. With the situation being what it was, he could only turn into a bandit and conduct a night raid.
Never did he expect that he would one day turn into a common thug. And with the economic crisis that now swept the Holy Flame Empire, even Adalwin was forced to consider that, perhaps, even the gods wished to end his dynasty.
Compared to those, the so-called ”Profane Prince Cult” was not worth mentioning.
”Just make sure that not even a fly escape. If no one can testify to your involvement, what is there to fear?
Moreover, if the task goes smoothly, her ladyship promised to personally take three of your juniors as honorary disciples.”
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Meanwhile, in the Barbarian Continent, Eysan's father, the Quasi-Sage Bayiz Serkar knelt before his younger sister, Gulistan's true body.
”Else Metze and Yvonne Voight. You can take those two. But hurry, our spies report that Erhardt is out of seclusion. The clock is ticking, ticking, ticking.”
Gulistan's voice echoed.
”A milk drinking junior. If he stands in my way, he can surrender his life!
Thank you, sister, for giving me justice! I will immediately start the preparations!”
Bayiz exclaimed, then vanished from Gulistan's sight.
”What stunt are you trying to pull?”
A mild but authoritative voice echoed within the room. Yet, no figure appeared.
”I just want him to know that in this world, he can only rely on me. And of those two girls, one is too outstanding, the other too crafty, we can't let them occupy his mind now, can we?”
A short silence passed, after which the authoritative voice resumed.
”Gulistan, I know you're unwilling to be a servant for a lifetime, but never forget that the house is first. If you jeopardize its future and force me to make a choice, I will not choose you.”
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At the same time, one of Olrich's Pure Selves knelt within the Infernal Cult Third Elder's house. More precisely, before the third elder's first son.
”Very well. I will personally dispatch troops to assist you in retaking your throne. Afterward, you will officially join the Infernal Cult and surrender the Infernal Soul Devouring Art.”
Hearing this, Olrich's lips curled into a smile.
”Thank you, sir, for your assistance!”The cousin Konrad smashed into meat paste.