Third Arc (Fallen Heart) – 200. Interrogation II
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Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 200. Interrogation II
Ivetta's voice was weak and hoarse as she spoke, her eyes flickering with desperate hope. "He is not here," she said, her words barely audible above the howling winds. "He is waiting for my good news in Asteria."
Angel and Rose looked at each other, confusion etched on their faces. "If he isn't here, even if you succeed in killing us, how will you get out of here?" Rose asked in confusion.
Ivetta reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, broken bottle. It was stained with blood and covered in cracks. "He gave me a bottle of his blood," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's meant to activate and deactivate the sword, but now... it's broken."
The air was heavy with tension as Ivetta let out a hollow laugh. "Without Ilex's blood, even if you know where the poison is, it's useless! None of us can get out of here!" Her words echoed through the ruins, ringing with a bitter, mocking tone.
Angel's face remained impassive as he sheathed his sword and turned his gaze back to Guardian's Sword. His eyes flickered with a glimmer of anticipation, a dangerous emotion that burned within him.
"Do you think I need him to get out of here?" he said, his voice laced with cold confidence. "I thought he was here, with you to face me, but I was wrong. I should have known; he didn't like peasant work like this."
With a quick, practiced motion, Angel opened the glove covering his left hand and didn't hesitate to sink his teeth into it, drawing blood. The wound stung, but he ignored the pain and painted his palm with his own life's essence.
The sword glowed with a brilliant light, its surface shimmering with a dazzling array of colors. Angel extended his hand to grasp the hilt, and the sword's gleam slowly vanished as he pulled it out of the wall. The weapon felt weightless in his hand as if it had been made specifically for him.
Ivetta's expression was one of utter disbelief as she stared at Angel, her eyes wide and uncomprehending. "Impossible!" she stammered, her voice shaking with disbelief. "Ilex said... You are not Reinheart's descendant! You should be can't pull the sword!"
Angel's face remained stoic, unmoved by her words. He turned away from her and walked back to where Rose and Ivetta were standing, his eyes flickering with a dangerous gleam.
"He never considered me as his family from the beginning," he said, his voice cold and emotionless.
She was still reeling from this revelation when they suddenly heard a series of deafening roars. Four iron doors in the arena opened with a loud clang, and heavy footsteps could be heard drawing nearer.
Ivetta's eyes widened in fear as she tried to get up, her movements slow and unsteady. She stumbled forward and hid behind Rose, her voice trembling with terror.
"W-we have to get out of here! We have to get out of here immediately!" she cried out, her words laced with fear.
Angel's expression remained unchanged, his eyes flickering with a cold, calculating gaze. He turned to face the source.
The heavy iron doors creaked open one by one, revealing a Nether Buffalo behind each one. The creatures were massive and imposing, their muscular bodies covered in thick, matted fur. Their eyes glinted with an unnatural light, and their breaths came out in hot, sulfurous puffs.
“Your Majesty, look out!” Angel could hear Frost's voice in the distance, warning him of the impending danger. It was clear that Frost and the soldiers were struggling to hold off the monsters in time as they also had to assassinate the rebels.
But instead of panicking, Angel let out a sarcastic laugh and plunged Guardian's Sword back into the ground. His face was calm and collected, his eyes flickering with a dangerous gleam.
"Ilex Ferris!" he called out, his voice ringing through the arena. "What have I done to you? What could possibly be worth all of this?"
He strode confidently towards the center of the arena, his movements smooth and graceful. His eyes scanned the area, taking in the looming figures of the Nether Buffalos.
6
Time for his show time
there's nothing that can stand in his way