Chapter 118 - The Strange Ribbon (1/2)

Flanders had originally planned to open the ‘door’ and leave this place, but something unexpected happened at this moment.

The terrifying parade had started a dispute and internal strife on their side.

The reason was unknown.

But there was one thing that Flanders could be sure of. He had originally thought that these dolls were made by the bloody princess, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

There should be someone else who made the dolls, and the blood-red princess’s position in the entire parade was rather awkward.

She seemed to have a very high position, but there should at least be an even more terrifying person controlling the entire situation. It was even possible that the blood-red princess was just a toy in the other party’s hands.

Before he could think any further, the blood-red princess had completely gone mad.

“Mine! You’re mine! Give it to me! Give it to me!!”

The blood-red princess’s voice became ferocious and terrifying. She kept roaring in her rotting mouth as waves of power attacked Flanders.

“Mine! You’re mine! Give it to me! Give it to me!”

Since she would move even if he bit her, it was safer to spit her out instead of letting her mess around in his mouth.

Thus, Flanders let go of the restraints on the blood-red princess and spat her head out.

“Mine! You’re mine! Give it to me! Give it to me!!”

After escaping, the blood-red princess was still screaming crazily. Her red veil fluttered upwards, revealing her exquisite and terrifying face.

The blood-red princess was very beautiful. Her facial features were upright, and her skin was snow-white and delicate.

However, her eyes were pitch-black, and there were red tears at the corners of her eyes. They did not fall even though they were hanging, making her look extremely strange.

Her hands grew red nails that were as sharp as knives. As she resisted the powerful pulling force of the ribbon, she kept scratching Flanders’s body.

The red nails kept scratching Flanders’s body, making ear-piercing sounds as if they were scratching against metal.

At this moment, Flanders finally understood something. He looked at the blood-red Princess’s ferocious face.

Under this terrifying expression, Flanders felt a familiar feeling — fear.

Yes, it was fear, and Flanders dared to swear that he definitely felt it.

Although the source of the other party’s fear was not Flanders himself, so Flanders could not sense the fear in the other party’s body, but he could be sure that the other party’s heart was filled with fear.

In terms of familiarity with fear, Flanders was confident that no one in this world could surpass him.

Flanders, who grew up using fear as nourishment, could be said to be an authoritative expert in fear.

It was precisely because of this that Flanders could not help but wonder, what was the relationship between the blood-red princess and this horror parade?

And what did the other party want from him? She had this fear and wanted him so badly.

Flanders watched the bloody princess’s final struggle quietly.

The other party seemed to want that thing from him, and he wanted it desperately!

But it was not easy, and it was not realistic.

Indeed, objectively speaking, the blood-red princess was very strong.

It was the strongest strange creature that Flanders had encountered since he became a strange creature.

It was also the strongest existence that Flanders had ever encountered. Even Garros, that B rank old mage, was unable to give Flanders such pressure.

However, the blood-red princess did it.

Just because the blood-red princess was powerful did not mean that Flanders was weak.

Not only was Flanders not weak, but his strength was also improving every day. On the contrary, he was also an outstanding existence among the strange creatures.