Chapter 250: Rinella’s Destiny is Her Own (43)

I observed the chaos below from a high angle.

As I lowered my eyes, amidst the field soaked in blood, the gaze I met was black and gold.

A hood obscured the figure, making it difficult to discern the details.

Yet, I could still guess what was concealed beneath the shadow. Black hair and golden eyes were symbols of a specific family, and the likelihood of such genetic traits coincidentally overlapping was not high.

Perhaps it was someone with a face resembling mine.

Or maybe someone resembling Ria.

Judging by the voice, the opponent was a woman. The playful chuckle suggested a relatively young age.

Lost in thought, I was jolted back to reality by Seria’s urgent scream.

“…Senior Ian!”

Only then did I snap out of it, face-to-face with a test subject who had approached me.

His arm swung wildly, carrying formidable strength. While he wasn’t a threat to me, the cumulative force of his strikes could be problematic.

My sword sliced through the air like lightning, shattering the test subject’s skull.

Blood spurted, signifying the end of a life. Until then, my mind had been muddled.

The fallen hatchet was back in my hand, and finally, the fog in my mind began to clear.

As I rose to my feet, Mitram’s laughter echoed.

“Ahahaha! Are you surprised, Ian Percus?”

“…Who are you?”

Mitram made a peculiar sound, squinting her eyes.

Golden eyes gleamed beneath the shadow, casting an eerie glow. The exposed lips visible beneath formed a seductive curve.

“Who am I? Of course, I am Mitram, your friend and a faithful servant of the Evil God.”

Despite knowing the intent behind the question, Mitram feigned innocence and continued her banter.