Feeling her life force draining from her body at a terrifying speed, Vina's heart was filled with despair and confusion.
She did not understand why.
Just moments ago, the creature before her had seemed incredibly interested in what she had to say.
Clearly... this was a path that benefited them both.
Clearly...
However, she was destined to never get answers to her questions.
The mutated tentacle was rapidly draining the mana and blood from her body, draining her of everything...
The mutated former duke stared at Vina, watching her body gradually shrivel up, and spoke slowly.
“Poor, pitiful little insect... always like this, dreaming such unrealistic dreams.”
His voice was cold and ruthless, like a death sentence pronounced from hell.
“You creatures trapped in skins of flesh will probably never understand... just how great the Mother Goddess is.”
“Once she completely breaks through the seal and truly descends upon this world, even the Abyss will be devoured by her flesh!”
Pfft!
The mutated tentacle pulled out of Vina's body.
The girl's shriveled body collapsed limply to the ground, devoid of any sign of life.
Edliman's cold gaze swept over the corpse and fell upon Irene and the others.
His voice was frigid and heartless:
“Next, it is your turn...”
“You disgusting, wretched lizards...”
The old man's voice echoed in the air, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
“To think three of you would show up at once.”
Irene stood quietly in place, without the slightest reaction, as if none of this had anything to do with her.
“Three?”
Behind her, Lucia and Arthas murmured, their eyes simultaneously darting toward Christine—the elven lady who called herself Charlotte.
Only Laya seemed to have lost her soul, her body going entirely limp. Even with Arthas tightly gripping her wrist, she collapsed to her knees in the pool of blood.
“Why are you... looking at me?”
Christine's expression was rather peculiar.
In the heavy silence, under their sharp gazes, he seemed to finally make up his mind. After biting his lip, he placed his hands on his hips.
“Alright, alright... the game ends here. Since you've already figured it out, I won't pretend anymore.”
Christine muttered to himself and closed his eyes.
In the next instant, when he opened his eyes again, his blazing golden pupils shone like two blazing suns.
“Let us reintroduce ourselves... everyone.”
“I am Christine, the white dragon Christine De'Icaro Neve Hitlista.”
“Though I prefer to be called the Phantom Dragon, the Night Stalker, the Friend of the Forest, or the Ice Plains Wanderer.”
As he spoke, he stepped forward, walking out of the pool of blood.
At the same time, the elven lady's body began to swell, and metallic scales emerged from beneath her fair skin.
By the time Christine had completely stepped out of the pool of blood, his massive dragon claws were treading upon the fleshy ground.
The elven lady had vanished entirely, replaced by a giant beast covered in white scales.
An atypical white dragon in its adult stage.
Two massive, patterned silver spears suddenly appeared in his dragon claws.
Holding the silver spears, Christine strode forward. When he reached Irene's side, he slowly turned his head and flashed what he believed to be a very handsome smile.
However, to everyone else, that smile looked rather hideous.
“Of course, I have another identity...” Christine's voice echoed through the air as his gaze slowly settled on Irene.
“My dear daughter... to tell you the truth...”
“I am actually your biological father.”
These words were like a sudden clap of thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.
Everyone's expression turned incredibly bizarre. Even Edliman, watching this father-daughter reunion, chose not to strike immediately.
Instead, he watched quietly, enjoying the show as if those standing before him were already nothing but lifeless corpses.
But to his disappointment, as well as that of Arthas and Lucia, Irene showed no expression whatsoever, nor did she make any statement.
She simply tilted her head up, quietly staring at the white dragon.
No one knew what the little dragon girl, whose brow was slightly furrowed, was thinking.
What kind of emotional turbulence was going on deep within her heart was something probably only she knew.
This reaction was clearly not what Christine had anticipated.
As expected... was it still too rushed? The atypical white dragon lamented regretfully in his heart. Then, he suddenly turned his gaze toward the source of the mutation.
He looked toward Duke Edliman.
Before anyone could react, he spread his massive wings and pounced straight ahead like a bolt of white lightning.
Attempting to display his fatherly majesty in this manner.
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