Chapter 132 The Soul of Vengeance The dead cannot return to the mortal world, but...

The dead cannot return to the mortal world, but what if she... is not truly dead yet?

Since Andra was dragged out before she completely sank into the river of blood, her soul—or even if it wasn't her soul—was also on board the ship that carried her.

Andra's soul was whole, so only fragments seeped into it. Fleeting glimpses of life, a final wail before death.

Eleanor...

The one who returned from the dead murmured softly, her memory filled with many deaths, but lacking many lives.

Obsession, an immense obsession, constitutes everything about her.

You will leave... Eleanor, you will leave me.

Andra's body trembled twice, as if some thread was binding her hands and feet, lifting her up in a twisted manner.

She had seen Eleanor clutch the pendant; in her fragmented memories, this scene had occurred time and again.

What's the point of this behavior? She doesn't know.

But she knew that her golden bird would eventually fly out of the garden and into a wider world.

No, wait, who is she?

Andra suddenly lowered his body, pressing his palm firmly against the person on the ground, his bloodshot eyes scanning up and down repeatedly.

This isn't her Eleanor...that's not her Eleanor!

Her Eleanor certainly didn't have such an ugly body; her Eleanor was lovely, petite, with soft, long hair and a gentle smile.

No, her Eleanor is intelligent and wicked, always watching her with terrifying eyes in the shadows... How could she be sleeping so soundly? How could she be sleeping so soundly!

What's wrong? Everything's wrong; she needs to fix this error!

Andra groped around on the ground and finally found his sword.

It might have fallen off while hanging from my waist, or it might have been washed ashore... it doesn't matter.

The distorted figure raised its sword, aiming the blade at Eleanor's heart.

His blood-red pupils trembled incessantly.

Can she come back if she kills this person—her princess, her lover, her Angie?

Yes and no.

Time forms a perfect spiral.

Even if Andra couldn't understand the meaning of the spiral, she could clearly sense that killing Eleanor in front of her was equivalent to letting the bird go.

Huff... Huff.

His chest burned like fire, and Andra struggled desperately as if someone was choking him.

Just... just one sword strike, and she—will she come back?

Tears gradually filled her eyes; fragile, incredibly weak emotions overwhelmed her, blurring her vision.

The tall woman in front of me overlapped and separated from the slender girl who existed in my memory yet did not.

Countless adorable smiles and completely...unlovable, confident, and determined eyes were deeply imprinted in my mind, making my blood gradually boil.

“Eleanor…”

【"do not leave Me."】

"Come back."

【"you belong With Me."】

"I will protect you forever."

So the young man raised his sword high.

......

Eleanor ran in the warm spring breeze, a kite soaring high into the sky, flying farther and farther away amidst her clear laughter.

Crackling sound.

The string in my hand broke.

The little princess easily tossed aside the loose thread, lay down on the grass with a smile, and casually propped her head up with her hand.

Coral watched with a smile as Manzhu put away her kite, while Thorn stood guard beside her, leaning on the hilt of her sword.

And Andra—Andra chased after him without looking back.

The boy's long, golden-red hair fluttered in the wind, and Eleanor forgot about the kite, staring intently at the ends of his hair and the billowing cloak.

"Andra—is back!"

She shouted at the boy's retreating figure.

She will definitely come back, because it is Her Highness the Princess's order.

The girl believed that Andra was a gentle yet powerful guardian knight.

But after waiting for a while, she didn't see the boy who had left without permission.

A sense of unease began to spread through my heart.

Something seems off...

No, that's normal. Andra did go kite chasing that day.

Elinor, unaware of her own thoughts, waved her hand and casually instructed her guards, "Bring her back, don't let her go too far."

Hmm, did I... say that?

The little princess sat on the lawn while her loyal guards ran towards the cliffs and the sea of ​​clouds.

They will return covered in wounds, and together with Andra, they will make up the way they came.

...That's how it should be, that's right.

But in the end, as the sky was ablaze with red clouds, only one figure staggered back.

The kite in the boy's hand shattered inch by inch, and the gray dust solidified into a blood-stained sword.

"Your Highness, come home with me."

Andra—that's what they said.

Poisoned wine, a dagger, a long sword—should she have these things with her?

Does it? No.

Suppressing her doubts and pounding heart, the princess tilted her head back and asked softly, "Where to? I don't want to go back to the palace."

She disliked Norlana's palace and Hetuya's royal tent; those buildings were too tall, too distant, and too cold.

"Be with me, only with me."

The sword-wielding youth approached her and grasped her hand with his blood-stained palm, the crimson blood spreading and wetting the princess's skirt.

"You're injured."

Eleanor took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the boy's face.

She focused intently on wiping her face, but was helpless with her broken hands and feet.

"Even if I'm injured, I can protect you. Would you like to come with me?"

The boy asked again.

The girl put down her handkerchief, letting its ashes drift away in the wind.

"No, that won't work."

Eleanor shook her head, tilted her head back, and replied expressionlessly, "Your home and my home are in different places. I want to continue wandering around the fields."

Andra nodded and raised his sword high.

“I know that as long as you can walk, you won’t stay by my side.”

"I know you want to kill me, Eleanor."

"An uncontrollable Andra is a monster that doesn't deserve to exist."

"Even so, I still love you." The young man spun around, brandishing his sword, and gave a bitter smile in the blood-red sunset.

No, that's not how it works.

A crack appeared in Eleanor's indifferent mask.

We shouldn't be like this!

A flash of sword light cleaved through the clouds and stars above the river of blood, and also—the princess's tightly closed eyes.

The pain was subtle and persistent.

A sticky, warm sensation enveloped her legs and arms, and Eleanor struggled to rise from the river of blood.

"Whoosh—whoosh!"

She took a deep breath, and the strong smell of blood and excruciating pain followed!

Crack, crack.

A body blessed by the gods possesses unimaginable defensive power, and the protection garnered by the love and devotion of thousands makes it even more indestructible.

However, Andra's hateful yet loving slashes shattered all barriers, splattering blood everywhere.

Tears streamed down their faces simultaneously, never ceasing after they locked eyes.

"Andra, why?" Her voice was hoarse, knowing the answer.

"Eleanor, why?" She was completely bewildered, knowing nothing about it.

"I—I love you," she replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"I'm sorry." She couldn't answer.

One man raised his sword, while the other looked up.

The cycle of time intertwines into a spiral, boundless and limitless.

Andra's mouth was filled with a sour, rusty taste, and he couldn't tell if it was tears or blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"I...I will never leave you."

So please never leave me, okay?

It hurt terribly; Eleanor knew without even looking up that her leg was probably broken.

Thanks to the trials of her past life and the blessings of her mother, the excruciating pain did not cause her to faint immediately.

For martial artists like them, only complete severing of limbs would result in irreversible damage, therefore—

This person is not "Andra".

At least she wasn't sober.

Eleanor blinked slowly, raised her intact left hand toward the weeping youth, and gently brushed her hair away from her forehead.

"Wake up."

The girl's voice became weak due to massive blood loss... and grew increasingly gentle.

The voice made Andra look up abruptly, the crimson color deepening in an instant, then diluted by a touch of gold.

“Eleanor…”

Her pupils dilated, her longsword clattered to the ground, and she trembled all over, as if she couldn't understand what was happening in front of her.

Andra was not in a state of confusion for long, or perhaps she was quickly overwhelmed by another emotion.

She immediately tore open her clothes and frantically bandaged Eleanor's deep, bone-revealing wound, promising in rapid succession, "Don't worry, they'll be here in a few days at most... I—I don't know who they are, but I'll give my life for you."

This is the real Andra.

If it weren't for the intense pain, Eleanor would have almost laughed.

Andra's emotions burned like a raging fire, yet she could maintain astonishing rationality at crucial moments.

It's not that she doesn't love him, but she will cling to him relentlessly while holding onto her interests. She is willing to endure hardship and overcome all obstacles. She can take the initiative to wield her sword when her lover is poisoned, and then resolutely leave after suffering all kinds of harm.

If Andra had any sense left, he would have made a better choice, one that would not have involved severing his lover's limbs, at least not before his lover was completely out of power.

"Aren't you going to consider killing me to silence me?"

Eleanor finally laughed, her eyes reflecting Andra's astonished expression. Before Andra could answer, she raised her finger and touched Andra's blood-stained lips.

The golden pendant swayed and shimmered, and a streak of blood quietly disappeared.

......

There are three more chances.

Eleanor took a deep breath against the sea breeze.

I'm so tired!

She had just finished moving people and was so exhausted that her whole body cramped up!

The last dragon hunt was very successful. There would be too many variables if we went back to before the dragon hunt, so we can only go back to the present.

Eleanor stretched her limbs, then suddenly stood up from the beach, swaying as she walked over to Andra and continued to lift his shoulders, preparing to continue carrying him.

So heavy!

The solid, heavy texture in her hand awakened the phantom pain of the severed limbs that had just been suppressed.

Eleanor, suddenly seized by a wicked impulse, slammed Andra to the ground and kicked her in the knee!

"Well..."

His bloodshot eyes snapped open, this time with a few scattered fragments of gold. A hint of bewilderment, "Huh?" mingled with the intense malevolence.

Oh no, you woke up so quickly?!

Eleanor took a deep breath and leaped high into the air—take this Mount Tai crushing down on me!

Thump!

A strong body descended from the sky, its elbow slamming into Andra's supple abdominal muscles.

......

it hurts.

Andra felt as if someone was pulling her by the hair in and out of the river three times. If she knew what a washing machine was, she could describe the feeling of being spun around more accurately.

Damn it...we were attacked by some natives?!

A surge of anger rose within her, and she abruptly opened her eyes, extending her arms forward at the same time, ready to grab any nearby debris and teach the attacker a lesson!

Crack! Thump!

Andra's arm was pulled back by two clumps of tough vines, and the back of his head slammed heavily against the tree trunk.

It was pitch black all around when a figure emerged from the dense forest, its gaze fixed on her with a predatory intensity. Then, it raised its hand and slapped her face twice with a crisp "slap."

“Eleanor…” Andra’s eyes instantly cleared.

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Author's Note: Eleanor: Don't be afraid, resurrected "Andra," let me take care of her myself.

Andra: ? ? ? What are you going to do?

Eleanor: Performing a wonderful exorcism ritual~ [rainbow fart]