"Four sides of God? It's really boring." Negri stood up from the throne.
"But since they extended their hands to me, I should return the gift no matter what." Negri's figure slowly faded: "I will leave this matter to you, Granny Xie."
"Yes, Master Negri, Jie Jie Jie!"
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Interkami, Scoro collar.
The young Miss Moris was standing by the window of the attic of the castle, looking at the knights who were practicing in the grass below, with her face resting on her hands, daydreaming idly.
Originally, she could still hold salons with other noble ladies in the bustling city, and chat with those poets and musicians about life and ideals, but the war destroyed everything.
The Viscount Scoro's family returned to their territory, and Moris could only follow, away from the bustling city, and returned to the Scoro Territory, which she considered to be the countryside.
There are only knights who practice every day and are ready to fight, and farmers and women who are busy with farm work every day. There is no entertainment, she just feels that she is going crazy.
"En?" Moris suddenly saw something happened in the distance. A young man seemed to be watching the knight training outside the castle. After being discovered, several knights arrested the young man and tied his hands with ropes. , fell on a side tree, and began to whip with a horsewhip.
"Amy, that boy is so pitiful, you want him to come over, tidy up and bring him to me." Moores said with the corners of her lips curled up.
"Miss, the master said..." Amy, the maid on the side, said cautiously.
"Go, listen to me." Moriss interrupted Amy's words, and ordered arrogantly: "Otherwise, I will reward you with a few whips."
After a while, the young man who was beaten was taken to Morisi's attic.
Seeing the red marks on his body and the pitiful appearance of the young man in ill-fitting sackcloth, Moriss closed the window, ordered Amy to close the door, and said to the young man, "Come here, let me see your Wound."
The young man felt uneasy and didn't dare to go forward, and Moriss was not angry, and cautiously approached the defensive young man, gently scratched the young man's hair with his palm, and then gently stroked the red marks on the young man's face from the whipping .
The strength of the fingers was not heavy, but this kind of strength made the wound feel itchy, and made the boy twist his body awkwardly.
"Does it hurt?" Moris asked softly. After spraying on the perfume, she spoke softly as if she was exhaling fragrance, which made the boy swallow a little.
"Hehehe." The noble girl chuckled a few times, stroking the boy's scar with her hand, her lips parted slightly, and she approached the boy bit by bit, her delicate face was right in front of him, the warmth and fragrance further stimulated the boy nerves.
But in the next moment, Moriss pinched the boy's wound with her sharp nails without hesitation. Hearing the boy's scream of pain, Moriss covered her mouth and laughed: "How is it? Zhong, did you think I was going to kiss you just now and felt the pain?"
Excitedly, Moris picked up the whip and whipped it on the boy's body, saying joyful words: "Really, mere bastard, it is your greatest honor to be able to bring me happiness."
Back then in the city, the greatest pleasure for Moris and several noble ladies was to hold a salon, bringing some tramps, beggars, and commoner children to the salon, and abusing these bastards for fun.
Seeing the boy who had no power to resist under her beating, Moriss became more and more excited, and kept beating him, forcing the boy into a corner. The etiquette that he usually maintained all the time also disappeared at this moment.
In other words, because they usually communicate with various upper-class people, they must maintain noble etiquette at all times, like a mask that must be worn, keeping them in a depressed state.
And once they are liberated from that oppressive state, they will become extremely crazy, as if they are a different person. People can't compare the crazy woman who is excited to beat the boy in the corner, and the soft and sweet girl at the dance party. Miss Moores connected.
Morliss put down the whip and grabbed the boy's neck fiercely. Seeing that the boy was almost out of breath, she let go of her hand, raised her foot and kicked directly on the boy's body, grinding continuously.
Just as Miss Moriss was unleashing her madness, in her attic, two Hales members wearing black masks and with white tears at the corners of their eyes were discussing softly.
"Can you confirm the target?" One of the members of Hales said softly: "Although Intercame has fallen into civil strife, and the Divine Grace Church is a little tired of dealing with it, but those mad dogs don't care about subjugation or anything. The target is correct. The problem, if it is not correct, it will attract those mad dogs... "
"Don't worry, I have confirmed several times that the target has the potential to become a fallacy. Under the power of the ritual, the other party will definitely become an evil spirit and contribute to the coming of the Black Abyss." Another Hales member confirmed Said.
"In this case, let's prepare for the ceremony, and let the entire Koslow collar become a sacrifice."
One of them, Hales, walked through the door, and the maid Amy, who was listening to the boy's scream outside the door, was trembling. She was very afraid, and he worried that such a fate would happen to her one day.
It was just that the sword blade suddenly rushed out of her heart, so that she no longer had such worries. Hales pulled out the blade, and then disposed of the body of the maid Amy without hesitation. The internal organs were placed in different ranges along the blood, one piece The gray stone with runes written on it was put into the empty belly of the maid.
In this way, the girl's anger and soul energy can be temporarily preserved by the stones and become a part of the ceremony, which can promote the birth of the evil spirit to the greatest extent, and even make the evil spirit possess good strength once it is born.
Hales didn't stop. After disposing of the corpses, he continued to walk forward, killing anyone he saw, no matter men, women, old or young, high or low. Under Hales' ritual blade, everyone was the same.
Moriss was still abusing the boy, not knowing that except for her, everyone else in the castle was almost dead, and the other Hales didn't make any move, just quietly watching Moriss getting better and better. More and more abuse.
A layer of pitch-black mist slowly rose from the entire castle at some point, and a strange silence enveloped the entire castle, but Mollis, who was in a state of excitement, didn't notice it.
The young man in the corner was dying and might die at any moment. The standing member of Hales finally pulled out the ritual blade and pierced it into Moris's head without hesitation.
The boy who had been abused opened his emotionless eyes, and his appearance gradually faded away, turning into a member of Hales with a black mask on his face. The same ritual blade was inserted into Moris' heart.