That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 268
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Chapter 268
I was instantly grabbed by Father and moved to the other side.
“Mon, monster…!”
“Her face is changing…!”
The priests screamed in horror. Coriko swayed and laughed mockingly.
“Kiyahahaha! Kihahahaha! Kihahahahahahaha!”
As if shedding skin, Han Ina’s flesh smoothly flowed down and disappeared like mist, revealing Coriko’s ‘real’ face.
“The skin on her face is peeling off….”
“So she wasn’t a Saint but a demon?”
Just as the knights were horrified by the terrible sight and gripped their swords again.
Coriko looked up at the sky and spread both hands wide.
“My God! Animus! Please save this Saint! Save me!”
At the same time.
“…!”
A pink hair tentacle that stretched from very far away rushed toward Coriko.
“Kueok…!”
It pierced through her stomach. Coriko’s pupils rolled back like a ghost.
“Why, why me… me…!”
Cough. Black blood spewing out.
“…!”
Since the knights had nimbly cleared a path, I could see clearly.
Her stomach pierced through.
Coriko with her face skin flowing down.
And the ogre monster that dragged her away and swallowed her whole.
No, Coriko’s main body….
At the same time.
“Hueok!”
Coriko Main Body’s pink hair. The hair color that made so many nobles fear and despise me began to turn black in an instant.
To the original Coriko’s hair color that appeared in .
“Father.”
I asked Father who was following me like a guard.
“Would the palace archers listen to my orders too?”
“You don’t realize that a Grand Duchess has a much higher position than you think, Tulia.”
“So they’ll listen. Good.”
After whispering quietly to Father, I asked.
“But Father. Do you happen to see those things in the air?”
Father shifted his gaze toward Coriko and shook his head.
“It seems only you can see something again, Tulia.”
“I suppose so.”
“…Railan was like that too sometimes.”
Father gently patted my head. Then he raised his voice toward the knights.
“Summon the palace archers! Redeploy them all!”
I quickly moved to the position Father had indicated.
‘Others can’t see it again.’
Those thin black light beams shooting out from all over her body as Coriko Main Body devoured her clone.
Those light beams were randomly piercing into the creatures’ heads.
My expression grew darker by the moment as I watched the creatures pierced by those light beams.
[System] Mind Control: 100%
[System] Durability: 32%
One creature.
[System] Mind Control: 100%
[System] Durability: 56%
Two creatures.
[System] Mind Control: 100%
[System] Durability: 17%
Three creatures.
The A-grade creatures that had been countably few suddenly increased like wildfire.
* * *
“Grand Duchess Frazier!”
A knight who appeared to be high-ranking among the Imperial Knight Order ran over and greeted me respectfully.
“His Highness the Crown Prince has delegated full authority of the 3rd Division to you, Grand Duchess!”
“The 3rd Division? Is that a division composed of palace archers?”
“That’s correct!”
‘When did he see me bringing Frazier palace archers.’
Indeed, being a Crown Prince of a nation isn’t something just anyone can do.
“Will you order a full attack on the creatures?”
“No. If we attack all of them, will we have arrows left?”
“Then….”
There’s only one way.
“Do you see the creatures that ogre monster is extending its tentacles toward?”
“I see them!”
“Attack the creatures that monster is trying to eat first! You must destroy and kill them before the ogre monster can devour the creatures!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Perhaps because it was a wartime situation, the Imperial Knight Order quickly finished coordinating formations with the Frazier Knights.
“Fire!”
A rain of arrows poured down. The creatures Coriko was targeting had their heads shattered and died.
They were all creatures with ‘Grade A value.’
As the creatures she was trying to eat fell one after another from arrow strikes, Coriko roared with a thunderous sound.
“Tulia Frazier! You damned successor of the Sacred Tree! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”
* * *
Slap!
“…?”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Klaus detected the faint pain striking his cheek. It wasn’t easy to slowly lift his eyelids. Like a person who had fallen into water, every small action was too difficult.
Is this a dream?
The faint doubt was brief.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap!
Thud!
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thuuuuud!
The continuing harsh beating dragged Klaus back to the real world.
Eventually, he realized this pain was no lie and screamed. Or tried to scream.
From his completely hoarse throat came only a metallic, hollow echo.
“Urgh…”
The fury that had filled his barely opened eyes faded the moment he confirmed who was gripping his collar.
Klaus knew this face.
“Tu…”
He had to clear his throat several times before he could speak properly.
“…Tulia’s blood relative?”
So the name is…
“Leon Frazier?”
It was Leon, the younger of Tulia’s twin brothers.
Leon showed a relieved expression only after hearing Klaus’s voice.
No, I’m the one who got beaten and barely opened my eyes, so why does he look like that…
“Hey.”
He was even calling him by name casually, despite them not being particularly close—no, having no friendship at all.
It was the moment when his desire to make a good impression on his beloved’s blood relative completely vanished.
“You remember too, right?”
And then an unexpected question.
Klaus couldn’t answer immediately. A severe headache as bad as his abdominal wound suddenly struck him.
“Ugh…”
He curled up and groaned. His bare body was wrapped only in bandages, and scenes flashed vividly through his strangely painful head like a panorama.
Little Tulia.
Little Tulia struggling.
Little Tulia screaming.
Little Tulia threatening to kill them all.
The Sacred Tree dying away…
“…Ah.”
Though it was a very brief moment, he recalled that ancient regression entirely.
It felt as unreal as snow falling on a summer day. Enough to make him want to question the memories existing in his own head.
Leon looked at Klaus’s expression and nodded knowingly. He roughly threw Klaus aside and turned around.
“Brother. This guy remembers too. As expected.”
Only then did Klaus realize that crazy bastard wasn’t the only one here.
Lisian Frazier. And even Benjamin Fluas, who was second to none in the world when it came to being annoying…
Except for ‘that’ Crown Prince Ferdinand, everyone who existed in his memories was gathered in one place.
“Damn it.”
Annoyed by his completely hoarse voice, Klaus endured the pain and looked around.
He was on a makeshift bed in what looked like temporary barracks.
Finding a water jar nearby, Klaus didn’t even pour it into a cup but lifted it directly and gulped down the water.
“Ugh.”
Perhaps because of the hole in his stomach, even just drinking water brought excruciating pain, but it was better than maintaining his parched throat condition.
“Where’s Tulia? Where is she?”
“Sheeeeeee?”
Leon Frazier immediately rolled his eyes wildly.
“Don’t call my younger sister so familiarly while I’m being nice.”
“She’s my companion.”
Compaaaaaanion? What companion? If you don’t want your life to be companioned away, speak nicely…!”
“Tulia… is.”
Then, a composed voice cut off Leon’s rage completely. Klaus’s gaze moved.
The completely white man. Also Tulia’s blood relative. It was Lisian Frazier.
“She told us… to stay here… quietly. Until you… wake up.”
“…”
So these four had been huddled together here.
No, they weren’t just sitting around. Each was wearing armor and carrying a sword.
Why. Did Tulia want them to protect me?
Is she safe?
She wasn’t hurt, was she?
His head was a mess. Klaus ran both hands through his gaunt face.
Then.
“Klaus… Rocheva.”
Lisian walked steadily toward him. Klaus raised his head.
Eyes that resembled Tulia’s but were much colder looked down at him.
“Leon asked… if you… ‘remembered’… but I know… that’s wrong.”
“…”
“How did you… tell Tulia… about the past?”
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