Chapter 15 : The Gradually Overlapping Figures
“This is… a blood slave?”
Aimiya, who was also knowledgeable, also recognized Uncle Wei's identity at this mont.
So-called blood slaves, were monsters that were neither Bloodkin nor human, ford with a very small probability when humans were killed by Bloodkin and accidentally contaminated with Bloodkin blood.
These blood slaves possessed good self-recovery abilities.
Although they couldn't compare to true Bloodkin, they had already far surpassed the scope of humans and at the sa ti, they also inherited the Bloodkin's bloodthirsty impulses and killing instincts.
However, unlike Bloodkin, they had no consciousness of their own and couldn't control their own desires and impulses; they were rely monsters that only knew how to crave blood and slaughter.
And since Uncle Wei had been transford into a blood slave at this ti, it ant that the murderer who killed him, and even his entire family, was a mber of the Bloodkin.
Seeing a person as kind and righteous as Uncle Wei once was reduced to such a monster, Iphilia's sadness could not be expressed in words.
She silently waved her hand, and the tentacles binding Uncle Wei instantly tightened, forcibly twisting Uncle Wei's body.
His bones made a tooth-chilling cracking sound, and broken bones even pierced out from under his skin.
“You are liberated.”
Iphilia couldn't bear to watch this cruel scene any longer.
She turned her head, trembling.
Then, more tentacles drilled out from the magic array, tightly wrapping every inch of Uncle Wei's skin, and then suddenly twisted inwards—in an instant, blood flew everywhere.
“Sorry, I misunderstood you”
At this mont, Aimiya also realized that she had misunderstood Iphilia.
She looked at Iphilia with so apology, while Iphilia still stood there blankly, without any reaction.
“Can you tell why you killed that rich young master yesterday?”
After a long while, Aimiya broke the silence again.
She suddenly felt that Iphilia's performance as a demon didn't make her a qualified demon at all, nor did she resemble an executioner who would casually take away others' lives.
“Then do you know what that scumbag did?”
“I know.”
Aimiya nodded. When she was lying on the bed in the hotel last night, she had specifically searched online for information about that rich young master.
The result was… it almost made her angry too.
It was probably around that ti that her opinion of Iphilia, this demon, underwent a subtle change.
“If I were to tell you further, that the victim of that case is the girl lying in a pool of blood in front of you now, what would you do?”
“It's her!?”
Aimiya looked at the remains of the girl in the center of the living room in surprise, a hint of pity and lant appearing in her eyes.
“So, you killed that guy to avenge this girl?”
Aimiya asked tentatively, as if she had thought of sothing.
“Not entirely.”
Iphilia shook her head.
Avenging Uncle Wei's daughter was indeed one of her purposes, but even if the victim wasn't her, Iphilia would still unhesitatingly carry out justice against that scumbag.
“Death was the result of his own choice, and my purpose is simple—for justice.”
A rare serious expression appeared on Iphilia's face.
She slowly walked out of the gate and turned to look at Aimiya behind her.
Dazzling sunlight poured in from the window in the corridor, just illuminating half of Iphilia's side profile, making her expression at this mont look serious and majestic.
“Jus… Justice?”
Frankly speaking, Aimiya always felt that hearing the word “justice” from a demon's mouth seed strange and awkward.
But at this mont, Aimiya vaguely saw the phantom of a certain youth behind Iphilia, and the deepest string in her heart was touched.
That day, the morning he left, it seed, was also such a scene…
The figure in her mory gradually overlapped with Iphilia before her eyes.
Fate tempted Aimiya to say those words again, the exact sa words as two years ago.
“But, you don't have to do these things…”
“I know, but if I don't do it, who else will carry out justice?”
Iphilia turned around and said to Aimiya word by word, seriously.
“You've also read the news about that scumbag. You should know how insignificant human judgnt can be in the face of human darkness.”
“Although there are indeed examples where truths and injustices that were once suppressed have been rediscovered after many years.
But the problem is, how many such examples can there be? And during this period, what kind of suffering will those who are already victims, the weak, have to endure!?”
“Most importantly, justice delayed… can it really be called justice?”
“And can a belated judgnt truly soothe the pain that has long been deeply engraved in people's hearts?”
In an instant, Aimiya saw that the youth in her mory, who dread of becoming a partner of justice, at this mont, completely overlapped with the demon before her eyes.
Involuntarily, Aimiya's eyes began to turn slightly red, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes.
“Thank you.”
“Hmm?”
Iphilia was a little shocked. She tilted her head in confusion, not quite understanding why the angel in front of her suddenly looked like she was about to cry.
Could it be that her handso speech just now amazed her?
“Aimiya-classmate, this case still needs your help to notify the Church or the Night Watch. I am a demon, it's not very convenient for to appear before them.”
“The murderer in this case is undoubtedly Bloodkin, but most likely not a noble. I know a Bloodkin noble, they have their own pride and would absolutely disdain to commit such a vile act.”
“Therefore, the real culprit in this incident is most likely a commoner Bloodkin or an exile hiding in the city. Moreover, there is a high probability that they will commit another cri. To prevent more victims, we need the assistance of the Night Watch or the Church.”
Aimiya nodded after hearing this.
Bloodkin nobles had always prided themselves on being noble, and all their daily behaviors, including diet, followed a set of complicated etiquette.
It was impossible for them to voluntarily lower themselves to do such a thing.
Therefore, the truth of the matter was very likely as Iphilia speculated: it was the work of so ordinary Bloodkin who hadn't fed on blood for a long ti.
In this way, to prevent more victims, they could only rely on the human Night Watch or the Church to increase their search and prevention efforts.
After all, the advantage in numbers was there.
“I understand, what about you? Where do you plan to start looking for clues?”
“I know soone, perhaps I can get so extrely reliable information from her.”
Iphilia turned around, spread the demon wings on her waist, and prepared to leave.
Aimiya, however, stood there watching her with a complicated expression in her eyes, until Iphilia's figure completely disappeared from her sight.
Is it an illusion?
I always feel that Iphilia, is really so much like him…
Whether it's ideals, or personality…
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