The cold-faced earl doesn't want to trigger the plot

"..."

The "artist" froze for a moment.

Perhaps he did not expect that the dignified Earl of Campret, who was portrayed as a model of the old aristocracy, would insult him so bluntly.

"Heh...heh, it's okay to think about it again, Lord Earl. We still have time..."

"is it?"

Riber looked at the "artist" calmly,

"In your eyes, do I really look so scary? Even though I have come in front of you alone, you still dare not do anything. Could it be that you are afraid of the sword in my hand? Then I will How about throwing it out the window?"

Next, the "artist" saw that Riber really threw the sword of destruction out of the window.

"..."

"What about now? Well, it seems that the fear has not subsided. Before, I have considered another option. That is, the reason why I describe me as excellent is to show that your 'mother' is more powerful than me. High-level existence. But when you think about it carefully, this idea seems to be just ridiculous."

"Your stupidity and ugliness are unsightly."

"After spending 15 years using such a convenient ability as 'brainwashing', is the answer sheet given what it is now?"

"Indeed, I have only been here for two months, and I have repeatedly hindered your plans and ruined your brothers and sisters."

"But, isn't it simply because of your incompetence?"

"'Emperor'? I don't like such adjectives. When you were called 'Emperor of the Underworld', the word has been polluted and become too cheap. The thought of being listed with you makes me Really desperate enough to find a nun to say some prayers."

Riber said coldly, but his eyes were fixed on the "artist".

Due to the need to possess Alice, the "artist" should not have further harmed Alice.

However, just in case, Riber also needs to focus the opponent's anger directly on himself as much as possible.

"Your 'mother', Sister Grace, is also like a clown in my opinion. However, she should be much better than you. After all, she uses you as pawns and puppets, but you I have to dedicate my everything to her. Those 'brothers and sisters' including you, don't they really think that they have been reborn from their 'mother', so they have such loyalty that they can even waste their lives? Right? Could it be that I didn't realize that I was actually 'brainwashed' to become that kind of fanatic who lost himself..."

"Shut up! What do you know! 'Mother' let us know what is the real life in this world, what is the real desire and happiness!"

The "artist" who was directly insulted for being incompetent and kept silent, suddenly became furious when the topic of Sister Grace was mentioned.

"Real desire? Happiness? So, what you are doing now is pursuing these things? Then what are your desires and happiness? Are you talking to me, the Earl? Listening to my voice can make you Can't you be so happy?"

"Drink that bottle of poison! Now! Immediately!"

The "artist" growled loudly.

And Riber turned his head slightly, and looked at a bottle of potion with a suspicious color on the table.

When he came to the second floor, he had already noticed this thing.

"Poison? No idea..."

"Drink it! If you don't drink it, it's this kid who drank the poison!"

"..."

Riber felt an incomparable sense of disgust in his heart.Not only to the "artist" in front of him, but also to that Sister Grace.

Objectively speaking, he thought that Sister Grace was really a remarkable person.

After all, after only meeting once and not having too much conversation, Sister Grace has already confirmed that after taking Alice as a hostage, he will be completely helpless.

According to common sense, he is an earl, and Alice is just a girl who can be seen everywhere.

Two lives, no matter who chooses, cannot be weighed on both ends of the balance.

Including the Earl himself.

But Grace seemed to be quite sure that under such circumstances, Riber would definitely drink the poison.

In fact, Grace is not completely free from misjudgments.

Because, if there is no hole card, whether Riber will drink poison is actually just unknown.

"Is there no tea?"

"what?"

"Not elegant at all."

Riber gently lifted the small bottle with two fingers, shook the liquid in it back and forth, and looked at the "artist" provocatively,

"Speaking of it, why do you have to kill me? Don't say it's you pawns, oh no, it's the sympathy between 'brothers and sisters'. So, you want revenge or something."

"Drink!"

Riber paused for a moment, and suddenly realized that every time a crisis came, his mind would become extra clear,

"Is it because I'm 'special' to witches?"

Riber's voice made the violently urging "artist" shut up suddenly.

"Is it because even after completing all the rituals, my existence still hinders your plans?"

The "artist" still didn't respond.

And his reaction was no different from the default.

It was at this time that the "artist" or Alice suddenly turned around.

Then, Riber's face was full of jokes before, and his face froze.

"Ri... Belle..."

With eyes full of tears, Alice struggled to speak out Riber's name.

Alice was obviously loosened by the "artist" and had a part of consciousness.

Because, in this kingdom where the "emperor of the underground world" would respectfully call him "Lord Earl", there are really countless people who can directly call his name.

He breathed a sigh of relief, facing Alice who was close at hand, trembling and trying to reach out her arms to touch her, Riber showed a gentle smile,

"Don't worry, Alice."

"I made a promise with you that in front of you, no matter what time it is, I will not be defeated or killed."

"This time, I won't break the agreement."

"Because, as I've always said, I never hated you."

As the voice fell, Riber drank the poison in his hand.

The fiery liquid, like a flame, dripped down his throat, instantly burning Ribel's internal organs.

Riber, whose consciousness was already drifting away for just a moment, at the last moment, saw the black feather that seemed to be blown into the air by an invisible wind.

From the beginning to the end, Riber did not refute the "artist", and he was not weak.

Because, he is very clear that his current weakness is an indisputable fact.As a weak man, he can often only place his hopes on others.

...

...

Really, it will not take effect at all until the moment of death...

If I had known this would happen, I would have stabbed myself before entering the mansion.

That way, there would be no need for such an unpleasant conversation, and a painful memory for Alice.

Anyway...

I'm counting on you for the rest.

Paint the Night Witch.

...

In an instant, a hurricane rolled up in the narrow space.

Amidst countless black feathers flying, a black-haired woman with her long hair dragged to the ground, with a deep face that seemed to be dripping water, descended beside Riber who fell on the ground.

Volume Two: Chapter 150, The Decisive Battle ([-])

As far as the eye can see, there is a quiet little garden.

The colorful flowers complement each other with the green branches and leaves, making people in it feel refreshed and happy.

"..."

What the hell?

Although the scenery in front of him was very good, Riber was still stunned.

If it wasn't for the fact that his mind is running extremely fast now, and he quickly saw the red-haired girl drinking tea calmly at the white round table in the center of the small garden, he would have thought that even the multiple insurances on his body could not resist " artist" poison.

Ugh.

Can you stop making such jokes with people who have time-traveled once?

Walking to the round table, pulling over the chair and sitting down, Riber took the teacup from the red-haired girl and took a sip.

"Why is there no smell?"

"Because it's not real. So, it's just an atmosphere."

The red-haired girl, or the incarnation of the Sword of Destruction, said with a soft smile.

On this day, Shattered is wearing a very elegant aristocratic simple dress, wearing a darker dress, and wearing a light gauze covering the upper half of his face on his head, looking quite elegant.

"Will I be dragged to this place as long as I lose consciousness in the future?"

Looking around this increasingly intimate space, a bit like a reflection meeting room or a velvet room, Riber asked aloud.

"Here, generally speaking, is the space formed by your deep consciousness. Therefore, if you don't want to, you won't come here easily. The first two times, I did try to interfere. But this time, it's you Came here on my own initiative."

Destroyed replied.

No matter how elegant her attire is, the animal-like fangs that can be seen when her lips are opened and closed will more or less destroy her temperament and atmosphere.

"I see..."

Riber thought for a while, and it was indeed him who wanted to see the disillusioned side during this time.

But when he actually saw it, he didn't know what to say.

Even if you ask Shattering about him and what the "vow" between them is, Shattering will only say that he has no brains, so he doesn't know anything.

In addition, he is really not in the mood to pursue these things now.

"Speaking of which, you should be able to move yourself? Then can't you do something for me when I'm in danger?"

Riber asked unreasonably.

"Well. You threw me out the window..."

Shattered replied aggrievedly.

"That's because I believe you can climb up by yourself."

Riber scowled and continued to be unreasonable.

"This, this... I, I'm just a sword. A sword must be wielded to exert its power. Besides, I can't tell when to move and when to keep quiet... You shouldn't want to See, a sword that is always moving back and forth for no reason?"

Shattering trembled slightly, and said timidly.

"These words sound like you are thinking of me, but in fact, haven't you already acted without authorization? Like crawling back to my room or something."

"Eh—? That's different..."

Shattering shrugged and pulled his head, with an air of resentment that he didn't even dare to argue with reason.

And Riber also put away these joking words in a timely manner.

Although I don't know why a sword that can appear in legends and is regarded as a family heirloom of a great nobleman has such a soft personality.However, Riber also thinks that Shattered is a very interesting existence.

Uh... In fact, what should be explored is why a sword can produce self-awareness.

Riber can only sigh with emotion, and his "common sense" is becoming more and more strange.

"Although I've passed out, you should still be able to see the scene outside, right?"

Facing Riber's question, Shattered stayed for a while as if his soul was out of his body, and then nodded.

"What's the situation outside?"