1368 Tying Up Loose Ends! (4)
At this mont, within a beautiful courtyard, a hooded figure appeared before her body started to morph, and her dark outfit also transford with her body. Her tall figure beca petite, and her black outfit changed into a long magenta robe while her hood slid off her head and turned into an imposing draconic runic symbol imprinted on her robe. A small yet beautiful face with purple skin was revealed, with a hint of poisonous charm, especially because of her snake pupils. Her long black hair was tied in a high knot.
'And here I thought I would be the first one to create a storm…just a little while longer, and I could've gotten 'that' bloodline!' She lanted with a hint of bitterness.
But it only lasted for a mont before she snorted while mumbling, "Heh, I'll be back at Illustrative Feral Monastery!"
The next mont, her expression beca disgruntled slightly as she impassively called out loud, "Elria!"
After a few seconds, another figure in similar robes appeared. Her appearance was fierce, like that of a lioness with a long golden mane. Her skin was tanned, and so parts of it were covered in runic markings.
Her most striking feature was a single black horn protruding from the edge of her forehead, and two long fangs were visible slightly from her mouth. However, despite her sowhat nacing appearance, she was quite charming and sexy.
The mont Elria saw the disguised Winter, she directly jumped towards Winter with sowhat teary eyes as if a cat united with her owner, running her lioness-like image instantly.
"Wahhhh, I missed you to death, Darling!" Shocking words filled with forbidden emotions reverberated in the courtyard. But this touching scene was instantly ruined when Winter winced her brows with exasperation and threw a fist right at Elria's incoming face, "Greet my fist perverted bitch!"
Winter's punch sent Elria flying, but strangely, a perfectly aligned mark of lips was imprinted on Winter's knuckles.
Winter's deanor crumbled when she felt the wet sensation on her knuckles. She found the 'mark' and shuddered. Goosebumps rose all over her body as she looked at Elria, who was crawling up with a dreamy yet disconcerting look in her eyes.
The mont Elria's eyes t with Winter's, the forr flashed a luscious smile as she licked her lips, and Winter felt the rising goosebumps.
"Love always wins bitch!" Elria declared as she raised her chin and flashed her big chest, which seed to burst out from her tight robes at any mont.
"Do you really want to die so bad, you crazy bitch!?" Winter cursed as she never felt so angry in her life except for a few monts, especially with Ace.
But even Ace didn't dare to tease her as Elria does. It was to the point that Winter, who should have absolute command over her 'Faceless Thief Acolyte,' was sowhat afraid of her and to rub salt in the wounds. Winter knew it was all her fault!
"Hihi~ kill , and my love shall beco eternal, and I shall haunt you till we unite after death!" Elria declared righteously, and the crazy look in her eyes clearly wasn't sothing soone afraid of death should have, and this is precisely where Winter's problem lies.
The most infuriating thing was that even if Winter desperately wanted to get rid of this perverted beast, Elria was crucial to her plans, and this crazy woman was too talented and loyal to waste.
So, all Winter could do was endure and hope to 'reeducate' her sohow. She was even searching for a thod to brainwash Elria by seeking Freya's help. Controlling her urge to strangle that crazy woman, Winter coldly stated with a aningful look in her eyes, "We are leaving the Monastery for an extended period of ti."
Elria's eyes suddenly flickered as her love-stick expression instantly switched with a calculative one, appearing like a completely different person.
"Is this about that 'eting' with your 'friends'? How long are we talking about it, and since you're telling this, does it an I'm going as well? How about the other two cuties?"
Winter's lip twitched as she pretended not to hear the last part and said, "We all need to go for a minimum of a few decades and a maximum of one and a half centuries. Or I could all be over within a decade. I can't reveal details here."
A hint of surprise flashed past Elria's eyes, and she beca stern, "Even if I pull so strings, the maximum I can get us is 50 years. After fifty years, we'll be declared traitors, and the Monastery will issue a Red-level warrant throughout the Mortal Ascension Heaven.
"And you know even those six powers will jump at the chance to have the Monastery owe them a small favor like this. So, unless we're planning never to co back, which we both know is impossible, that's why you need to either end it all in 50 years or be ready to start over. Whatever you choose, we'll follow you." Elria solemnly stated, and sohow, she was holding Winter's hands as if it were the most natural thing.
Winter cringed as she slapped Elria's hand away before she said, "It's not a problem. Fifty should be more than enough if everyone gives their all, especially since it involved soone our gallant leader deeply cared about."
A hint of chillness crept in Winter's eyes behind her Faceless Mask at this mont before it instantly vanished. Elria's expression changed ever so slightly, "So, I finally got to et the big man behind the scenes, huh? Did I have to seduce him to marry you as well? I'm totally fine as long as you give…"
"Fuck off!" Winter's murderous spiritual pressure instantly gushed out before Elria could finish her words.
But Elria seed to be prepared, and before Winter's spiritual pressure could be locked on her, she instantly vanished as her joyous giggles drifted into Winter's ears.
Winter gritted her teeth as she muttered, "I need to sew that bitch's bloody mouth!"
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