Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Sorting Things Out (1)

Sylvia had fallen asleep. Fortunately, she was breathing normally. I put her in a safe place then looked at the enemy.

Baron of the Ashes.

He was glaring at me with distorted eyes, but he wasn’t too threatening.

Actually, having parasitized McQueen’s body was something I was grateful for.

“Idiot.”

“…”

“Why did you swallow someone that didn’t even fit you?”

He was incomplete. It seemed that he dominated about 70% of the vessel, but the remaining 30% was still under Louina’s control, all because he swallowed a Named character that was too powerful.

“You already know, don’t you? You cannot challenge me with that body.”

The contract that was entwined in Louina’s body still existed.

Hence, he couldn’t do any harm to me.

“This is the end for you, parasite.” My voice sounded scornful, which made the bastard furious. His black pupils’ savage stare grew darker.

The very next moment, he made a move that even I hadn’t expected.

Whooosh—!

The Baron escaped from Louina’s body, causing a stream of air engulfed in ashes to rise in all directions. It wrapped around me like a great storm, revealing a bizarre face within it.

“Right. I was stupid.” The Baron of the Ashes said in midair, chuckling and laughing. “But if it’s you, then it would be different.”

He seeped into me, his particles being absorbed by my body. After a while, a harsh voice rang out from the bottom of my chest.

‘How dare you call me a parasite? You don’t even have anything special within you.’

It was a pretty unpleasant feeling. His essence touched my subconscious, digging up several of my memories and bringing them to the surface.

I replied softly. “… I’ll give time for you to think about your decision.”

‘You are but a common being! I can easily take control of you!’

I closed my eyes.

Memories of the past, filled with demented malevolence and dark emotions, ran through my veins along with Deculein’s pride.

… Enduring all of it, I asked quietly. “Can you handle it?”

“…”

The Baron of the Ashes didn’t answer. I could sense his bewilderment, however.

I just smiled.

“Feelings of defeat, jealousy, envy, anger, hatred…”

Within me was pride that illusions or impulses could never sway.

“A cry like that is rather elegant, almost a classic.”

Deculein was by no means a “self-defeating” person.