Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 336: Twenty-five This girl is mine now (4K8)_3

Chapter 336: Twenty-five This girl is mine now (4K8)_3

Daphne turned her head to look at Hewinia, smiling as she spoke.

“How is it? Compared to our family’s plan, don’t your schemes seem rather childish?”

“In the end,” Daphne raised her finger to Hewinia, “you’re nothing but mud from the Seed District. Even if it’s the Golden Score, it’s still mud.”

“What right do you have to think that your single effort can compare to the centuries of accumulation by us Holy Sound nobles?”

As she finished speaking, two sharp blades pierced Hewinia’s heart from front and back.

Hewinia’s eyes widened.

She stared fixedly at Daphne, watching the latter leisurely pull out a small knife.

“Actually, I should thank you,” Daphne said. “You’ve kept up that appearance until now, giving me the sensation of avenging a great wrong, so I’ve decided… to personally flay you.”

She smiled at Hewinia.

That cruel, devilish smile, just like the original Hewinia from a year ago.

Finally, Hewinia’s vision darkened, and she completely bowed her head.

…

There was a “snap.”

The pendant broke.

Ogg stared blankly.

Then an unprecedented panic surged in his heart.

“Hewinia…”

…

Hewinia stared blankly at the vast sky.

Something was falling from above, landing on her body.

Was it… rain?

Hewinia squinted subconsciously.

Then she realized it wasn’t rain.

It was soil.

Shovel by shovel, the soil with a scent of blood.

Hewinia looked around subconsciously, and as she turned her head, she saw a head.

A lone head.

Staring with eyes wide open, dead but unyielding.

Below the head were more heads and bodies.

Children’s, adults’.

Countless.

Hewinia slowly remembered what this place was, and then it became clear.

The mass grave of the Seed District.

She was back.

Was it all a dream then?

She had killed the young lady who tried to kill her and entered the academy under the identity of the young lady, hoping to accomplish something significant.

So it was all a dream.

The one who was killed, was it herself?

Hewinia felt around.

Indeed, her heart had stopped beating; she truly was dead.

The soil continued to fall, covering her body bit by bit, quickly burying her halfway.

It seemed the dream was over.

Hewinia thought to herself.

She slowly closed her eyes.

“Are you really content to die like this?”

A male voice suddenly sounded.

Hewinia instinctively opened her eyes and saw a black umbrella appear above her head, shielding her from the harsh sunlight while also stopping the dirt.

The one holding the umbrella was a cheerful-looking young man.

“Are you really content to die like this?” the young man asked again.

Content…

Hewinia’s eyes were full of confusion.

“If this path has failed, why not try another?”

…Another path?

Hewinia didn’t know what he meant, but instinctively, a sense of resistance welled up inside her.

However, this resistance was suppressed by another powerful emotion that surged up.

That emotion was named… reluctance.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

Suddenly, there was the sound of applause.

The young man was clapping vigorously.

“Exactly, this is more like you.”

“Dying here would be too pitiful.”

After clapping, he extended his hand toward Hewinia.

“If you’re not content, take my hand,” the young man said with a smile, “and pledge your loyalty to me.”

Pledge loyalty?

Hewinia didn’t understand.

She was clearly already dead.

How could a dead person take his hand?

That’s what she thought.

But by the time she reacted, her hand was already clasped with the young man’s.

“Pledging loyalty requires a name,” the young man said. “Your true name.”

The real… name?

Hewinia felt puzzled again.

What true name? She had almost forgotten.

She thought so, but her mouth answered before she could think.

“…Nia.”

As her words fell, the umbrella was tossed aside.

The sunlight shone down again.

And the young man, holding her hand, suddenly exerted force, pulling her out of the dirt with seemingly limitless strength, unstoppable.

Her stalled heart resumed beating.

She watched the young man smile in the blazing sunlight.

“Very good.”

“Your life is mine now.”

…

Daphne’s eyes widened bit by bit.

Because the hand she was using to stab into Hewinia’s body was caught by another.

It was… Hewinia’s hand.

She subconsciously raised her head and saw the supposedly dead Hewinia smiling at her with a battered face.

“Thank you all so much,” “Hewinia” said with a light laugh, “thanks to you.”

“This girl is mine now.”