Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 334: Twenty-five This girl is mine now (4K8)

Chapter 334: Twenty-five This girl is mine now (4K8)

The person who emerged from the snowstorm was Daphne.

She looked at Hewinia with a smile brimming with intent, but her eyes no longer held the warmth and naivety of days past, instead revealing an unfathomable abyss.

After being pierced by those silver lines, Hewinia’s body was already riddled with holes, but she still instinctively grabbed for the magic wand.

However, before she could make any move, the four Players following Daphne acted first. They solidified the blood gushing from Hewinia’s countless wounds into thin lines. These lines spread out in all directions, trapping Hewinia where she stood, and the magic wand she had just picked up fell to the ground.

“You’re already in such a state, and you still think about resisting?” Daphne chuckled, “That’s so like you… Since that’s the case…”

Daphne gave her magic wand a slight shake.

Consequently, the bloodlines were manipulated to slowly lift, suspending Hewinia’s feet off the ground.

This made her look like a helpless puppet bound by countless red strings, or like an insect trapped in a spider web, waiting for death.

“In this way, you can’t move anymore, can you?” Daphne’s smile was as blooming as a flower.

Hewinia struggled to raise her head, looking at Daphne before her.

“You never expected it to be me, did you? Just like how I didn’t expect you to be the one to come out.” Daphne spoke with a smile, “Originally, we planned to go after that foolish woman, but unexpectedly, you managed to kill her. Well, it’s not entirely surprising, after all…”

Daphne walked up to Hewinia, grabbed her hair, pressed their foreheads together, and then whispered in her ear.

“After all, you are the one who killed my dear sister to get here.”

…

Ogg abruptly closed the book, gasping for breath heavily.

Since a while ago, he had been feeling restless.

He did not know whether it was because the “Promotion Magic” recorded in this book was too shocking or for some other reason.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

Seven Notes·Syllable had already arrived.

The dazzling fireworks were erupting continuously in the night sky.

Honestly speaking, Ogg, having come from the Seed District, could not quite understand why the academy bothered to set off magic fireworks when almost no one was around—a waste, wasn’t it?

He could not figure it out.

But it wasn’t just because of that; everything about this academy was baffling to him. Even though he was a student here, everything here made him feel out of place.

Except for…

Ogg lowered his head, looking at a delicate pendant hanging around his neck.

He gently twisted the pendant, and it emitted a rather low-quality, “ee-ya-ee-ya” melody.

This small sound seemed capable of drowning out the loud fireworks outside the house.

Ogg held the pendant in his palm, softly mumbling, “Hewinia…”

…

“You should understand what kind of person Hewinia is; otherwise, you wouldn’t have impersonated her so successfully, but you don’t understand her thoroughly,” Daphne said to Hewinia with a smile, “On the surface, she indeed seems harmless, gifted and good-looking, a famous lady in the Upper City, loved by many, and you played that part very well. Only very few know her true face, as she revealed in the Seed District.”

“Quite distinctive, right? Completely unlike the personality a Golden Rank note-holder of the upper class should have, more like a psychopathic butcher.”

“But she always hid it well. Only the very few servants of the Hailuo Family working in the Seed District knew, not even her parents.”

“So, you thought that after taking her place, as long as you stayed away from the Seed District and maintained the facade of a good girl, no one would discover you.”

“That’s not a bad thought; the problem is…”

Daphne slowly straightened up and started unbuttoning her collar.

“Those two facades of Hewinia are innate, but her venting in the Seed District began after she turned ten. Have you ever wondered, before she was ten, on whom did she vent?”

Hewinia strained her eyes to watch as Daphne pulled open her collar, revealing the proud curves and, on those curves, a web-like pattern of dense scars.

“Of course, it was on me, who grew up with her,” Daphne spoke softly.

“I experienced her other side much earlier than you did. Our family itself was a vassal of the Hailuo Family, and she established her talent at an early age. So, growing up with her, I was ostensibly her good friend but in reality a lower being than a servant. Because a servant might tell her parents, but I… could never tell.”

“You seem quite envious of my chest, though this should be part of your persona. She didn’t like it and never hid it. When my development started early, she tried more than once to cut off these pieces of flesh, but she dared not due to parental pressure. Yet, she dared to vent a little, and I never dared to tell, not even to show any sign of displeasure, because I was her dear sister. In front of the adults, she would laugh and jest while hugging me… just like this, me hugging you.”

Daphne once again wrapped her arms around Hewinia’s neck, just as she had done during the day.