Super Righteous Player
Chapter 762 - 303: Stop It, Afu_1

Chapter 762: Chapter 303: Stop It, Afu_1

Selicia knew that Annan was most favored by their grandmother, unlike the other Winter clansmen.

You could harm Annan, but you must never kill him.

It was Vladimir who had told her this.

He could not possibly be unaware of it.

Even a corrupt husband would pay the price for his foolish acts... not to mention them, these Transcendents who were not even gods. They were merely apprentices on the path of transcendence.

Therefore, when in conflict with Annan, they would subconsciously dare not go all out.

To hesitate for fear of making a mistake, in the end, would most likely lead to defeat.

The best course of action was to avoid direct confrontation.

Whether it was harming Annan, suppressing his sphere of influence, or even sending assassins of the same level to kill him, these were all part of normal political conflict, and such interference would not concern the grandmother.

And this had always been their behavior.

The grandmother was by no means going to help Annan catch his enemies.

She was the God of Tradition—and favoritism towards descendants is not a tradition to be encouraged. In this cold land, the tradition she favored was to encourage her descendants to hunt independently and live self-reliantly.

"...Eh?"

But at this moment, Selicia suddenly noticed a detail.

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

Behind her mentor Vladimir, there was a frozen ice sculpture.

—It was the Hand of Winter, patrolling around the dungeon.

He still held the posture of leading a Frost Beast on patrol, unaware of any enemies, as this action was completely frozen in place.

The Frost Beast beside him had turned to ashes.

Only a flat and smooth ice-blue gemstone, the size of a palm, was being toyed with by Vladimir’s other hand.

It was the "heart" of the Frost Beast, their energy core.

—Before she realized it, the patrolling Hand of Winter and the Frost Beast had already fallen victim to Venomhand!

Although the power of the "silver" Ship in Stone had been lost, she still retained curse power to some extent from the high silver rank within her. It was impossible for her to have been completely unaware...

No, that’s not right!

The focus is not that—

"Killing the Hand of Winter and the Frost Beast that guarded the dungeon directly..."

Selicia muttered.

She wanted to say, "Do you really know what you’re doing?" but realizing that the person before her was her most respected mentor, her words turned into: "Are you sure... this is okay?"

This was, undoubtedly, a provocation of the Grand Duke of Winter.

If his past defection could still be considered a trade-off, the result of a transaction, his stance, although subtle, was in fact more aligned with the Winter Duchy...

But now, having committed such an act, with such a clear display of hostility... it was no doubt a declaration of enmity towards the Grand Duke of Winter!

She wasn’t worried about Annan.

She was worried about her own mentor, Vladimir.

"I didn’t want it to be like this, Solomonik,"

Vladimir said slowly: "This is... your fault."

His words struck Selicia’s heart like a blade.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and fear, grievance, and disbelief almost instantly turned into tears, overflowing from her eyes.

"...Tea-teacher!"

She would never cry, even if her arm was severed by a blade or her abdomen was pierced by a gun.

But when Vladimir uttered those words, she cried instantly, sobbing and defending herself: "I definitely didn’t reveal that secret... I wouldn’t tell..."

"You would."

Vladimir gazed at the young girl with lavender hair and princess-like beauty and dignity, his tone unchanged: "Because you have changed."

"I haven’t! I haven’t! I’ve already thought of a way to deceive him! I can do it—"

Her pupils shook violently.

Selicia collapsed to the ground powerless, bursting into tears, "I would absolutely... absolutely never betray you... I really wouldn’t..."

As if facing parents who accused her of stealing or a respected mentor disappointed by false allegations against her, she felt a piercing pain in her heart.

It was precisely because she wholly believed in, loved her teacher "Vladimir," that the words wounded her so deeply.

The next moment, her crying was abruptly frozen.

The fear, grievance, and pain, which gushed out with her tears, were simultaneously transformed into pure terror.

——Because behind Vladimir.

A tall, dark gray shadow silently emerged.

It only had an upper body — an anthropomorphic figure with eyes bound by blood-soaked bandages, ears and tongue cut off, hair disheveled like a madman. It appeared to be howling at the heavens as its many arms reached for the sky.

The naked upper body was also covered with scars, skin a pure dark gray while the wounds were shockingly red.

Its heart was a terrifying sunken injury, a large round void where a heart-like dark red sphere was slowly pulsing.

It had eight arms, raised high. But each hand had several fingers broken, with other arms fractured, emaciated, contorted... deformed to the point of eliciting thoughts of a "withered tree."

And the dark gray domain, like the ominous air before a storm, covered everything in Selicia’s field of view. Everything she saw was tainted with a layer of dark gray, with only the wounds as red as ever.

——Selicia was once the "Ship in Stone Captain," she of course knew what this was.

The Sublime Falsehood.

Having obtained the "Crown of the Supreme" and the "Perfect Essence of Elements," the "soul essence" was developed.

Its form would reflect the innermost desires and the true nature of the soul of each individual.

And at this moment, Vladimir summoned the Sublime Falsehood... His purpose was crystal clear.

He was not there to warn Selicia.

Nor was he there to flee with her.

——He was there to kill Selicia and silence her.

"...Do you really have to go this far?"

Cesilia murmured.

Her face was filled with despair, her entire being as desiccated as a puppet. As if in an instant, all hope had been drained.

"You said it yourself, Solomonik."

Vladimir’s low and icy voice calmly rose: "You made a promise.

"For me, you could even forsake your own life... Now, I’ve come to claim it.

"Or are you saying... that was a lie to deceive me?"

"—No, no! It wasn’t a lie!"

Selicia covered her heart with her hands as if to stop the pain.

She sobbed, choking on her words: "That was indeed the truth! I really could die for my teacher, but—"

But... it shouldn’t be such a cheap death.

It shouldn’t be executed as a traitor, silenced, but a noble and passionate embrace of death—

Suddenly, she choked up, unable to continue.

"There’s no such distinction."

Vladimir answered expressionlessly: "Death is death, nothing more.

"You have changed. Solomonik wouldn’t add so many attributes to ’death’, he wouldn’t seek value in ’death’...

"Because Solomonik was my dog, and you... you are no longer."

"—You’re right, Vladimir."

A calm voice sounded.

A middle-aged man with frosty hair and gray eyes, dressed in a butler’s outfit, slowly walked from the other end of the corridor: "Stop it... old friend."

"...Victor."

Vladimir turned his head, looking at the mere silver-tiered middle-aged man, furrowing his brow: "It’s you..."