Chapter 218
Dedeline emerged from the water, her body steaming, filling the entire room with vapor.
She looked at her body and remained silent.
The knife transformed into a grotesque mark on the back of her hand, looking like a curse.
She touched her shoulder; what should have been a girl's beautiful skin was instead covered by a hard exoskeleton.
The situation was similar elsewhere; she eventually turned into a monster.
This was the best she could look like; maintaining a human form was difficult enough. She hadn't turned into anything too disgusting; at least in the loose robe, she looked like a pretty girl.
That's good, at least I haven't turned into a monster yet.
She raised her body temperature to a very high level, instantly drying herself out. She opened the window and used the airflow to remove the steam from the bathroom.
Then he walked to the wall and put on his clothes.
I don't feel tired at all, and I'm not sleepy.
Just like how Spider-Man needed to sleep because sleeping itself was a pleasant thing. With his current rate of self-recovery, sleeping is unnecessary.
She doesn't plan to sleep tonight; she needs to clear her head and take a walk in the Spirit Forest.
I've simply returned to my old state; there's nothing more to say.
The reason I rejoined Ark's team was simply because I didn't know what I should do.
I had no choice but to find a place to keep myself from being idle.
It's the same now, just like before, I'm completely lost and don't know what to do next.
She didn't intend to ask Linas; that guy wasn't really capable of anything. He'd lived in this place for decades, his daily entertainment consisting of sitting on the platform by the door, listening to the flowers bloom and fade.
She also only just learned that the guy didn't just have one residence in the Spirit Forest. There was relatively more space here; her original residence was this wooden cabin hidden in the forest.
Unlike the original mansion, this wooden house was simple, but comfortable, with all the necessities of life. Although it lacked the original's grandeur, Deedris always felt a strange unease whenever she saw this little house.
The original mansion didn't feel like a place to live; it only made you feel oppressed and restrained. The whole building gave off that feeling.
Lina is indeed an extremely repressed and restrained person, as can be seen from her obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.
But this house is different... If I had to say, this should be considered a home.
If he and Spider-Man had chosen to run away back then, they would probably have found a place to live somewhere in the world by now, with a house like this, and maybe they would even have children by now.
I wonder what kind of monster the offspring of a spider and a sheep would be. If it were humanoid, that would be one thing, but the possibility of it being something indescribable cannot be ruled out.
The thought of it makes her sad, because now she is all alone again.
Of course, she could easily find a place to live in such a house by herself, but that might make her feel too lonely.
She came out of the house and strolled through the woods. (Seven Eight Chinese Websites - Fastest on Mobile)
This is Ling Sen, a place that is like a fairyland even at night.
Safe, quiet, with beautiful elves and a peaceful atmosphere are the characteristics of this place.
She followed Linas through several beautiful spots, so she wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the area. Familiar flowers, plants, and trees were everywhere, creating a sense of peace.
Right now, she just wants to calm herself down.
The thought of the Arbitrator still being present always fueled her anger. "Long time no see," she heard the voice, turned around, and looked at Karl, who was greeting her.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Deedri waved to him.
Although their relationship wasn't particularly close, they had at least shared nearly six months of life-or-death experiences together. He had saved my life quite a few times.
Come to think of it, he seems to be the origin of a series of events.
If he hadn't taken in that demon seed, none of this would have happened. But his kindness led him astray, causing it to betray its duty.
This irresponsible behavior led to a series of events, and it's no exaggeration to say that this guy was the root cause of everything. If we could do it all over again, killing him back then would obviously have been a better choice.
But to her at the time, Karl was a near-invincible unit. She had witnessed Karl's battle with Twelve, which completely exceeded her initial understanding. That kind of battle, which was almost conceptual, made her feel very empty.
"Long time no see." Dedeline walked over and slowly approached Karl.
*Smack*
An absolutely vicious slap landed on his face with lightning speed, leaving a handprint.
The composure she had just feigned vanished in an instant; Dedely was furious, her teeth grinding together.
As expected, I'm not a calm person. Even if I try to think like others, it won't make me a tranquil person.
Carl was stunned by the blow and before he could even speak, he was grabbed by the collar and slammed hard against a nearby rock, then punched hard in the side of his head. It was so brutal that half of his fist was embedded in the rock.
“You cowardly wretched man, a deserter in the face of battle.” Deedri’s hair cast shadows on her face, and in those shadows, her blood-red eyes gleamed like those of a ravenous demon: “Don’t expect me to forgive you.”
If this guy hadn't left at the most crucial moment, Spider-Man wouldn't have been left to deal with the Saints alone.
Even if Carl had been there at that time, Spider-Man wouldn't have died.
Furthermore, if Carl had been there at that time, Spider-Man might not have gone either.
Because as long as Carl is still alive, he will be the only person the child can trust and rely on. It wouldn't be appropriate for anyone else to go.
But because he left, the person the child trusted deserted when she was in the most danger, and the heavy responsibility of protecting her fell on Spider-Man's shoulders.
It's just an ordinary monster after all... Even if it becomes powerful due to various coincidences, it's still just an ordinary monster. This kind of important task shouldn't be entrusted to it.
In short, Carl's departure could even be said to have directly led to Spider-Man's death.
Why isn't Deedris angry with him?
Karl remained silent for a long time without uttering a single word.
“I’m sorry.” He lowered his eyes. “I just wanted to ask how Lori is doing? Why aren’t you with Ark? Is she alright?”
Karl truly didn't realize that he was actually dumbfounded when he saw Deedri.
If I remember correctly, she and Ark should be teammates.
She should be with Ark now; they should be in the land of the dead. Lori, that child, should be living well somewhere in the world, even though she's a little frustrated every day.
But the slap made him realize fear... He realized he had done something wrong, leading to an irreversible result.
“How would I know?” Deedrey’s expression twisted in rage. “All I know is that Spider-Man was killed because of you.”
Then she took a deep breath, slowly backed away, bumped into the tree behind her, and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.
Carl looked at the girl sitting there, tears streaming down her face, her hands clutching her head, sobbing silently.
She was now a demon king, no longer considered a girl; the term "monster" was far more fitting for her.
But only a year later, she had only become stronger due to opportunities. That doesn't mean she had truly grown.
She was still just a girl after all. Even if she could slay dragons and become a demon king, she was still just a girl who had lost something precious.
Carl looked at her and just felt like he was a complete jerk.
But he didn't do anything wrong; on the contrary, he did the right thing.
Doing the right thing never guarantees you'll get what you want; that's justice, a word as cold as ice. It's inhumane and detached from worldly logic.
The culprit who caused all this appeared beside them at some unknown time, carrying a huge pottery jar on his back.
The judge remained silent, then placed the pottery jar next to Deedri. He slowly backed away and sat down beside the tree.
"What is this?" Dedeline wouldn't let herself look at the guy; she was afraid that just seeing his lifeless eyes would make her lose control of the urge to chop him up.
“Alcohol.” He actually answered, “The Defender said you like to drink… so I brought you some.”
Dedeline looked at the jar, took a deep breath, then stood up, opened the jar, and looked inside.
It is indeed wine, and good wine.
“If you’re really unhappy with me, don’t take it out on the alcohol. I’m right here. Do whatever makes you feel better, I won’t hold it against you.” He said softly, “I did something wrong and I want to make amends in this way.”
"Can the dead be made up for?" Dedeline said softly.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want to do nothing.” The Arbitrator looked at Karl standing there and said, “You seem very worried about the child, but rest assured, at least she is alive for now.”
Dedeline paused, then suddenly looked at him.
"Is Lori still alive?" she asked softly.
For some reason, the moment she learned the result, she suddenly felt very relaxed and at ease.
It's inexplicable.
Because this means that the little spider's death was worthwhile.
The arbitrator hesitated for a moment, deciding it was best not to tell them what Lori looked like now.
Appropriate concealment is also a form of respect for the parties involved.
It's just my own psychological torment.
"Are you lying?" Dedeline frowned; this guy didn't seem to be telling the truth.
“I swear by my God, I am not lying about this at least.”
"You've been hiding something."
“Concealment is not a lie, but it is not the whole truth.” The adjudicator stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?" Deedri slowly stood up and asked softly.
“My mission is to clean up that dangerous chaotic cataclysm, but I’m not sure if it’s still alive. I need to confirm with my own eyes that it’s safe here.” The Arbiter paused and said, “I know you want revenge, and you can do that anytime. I’ll let you know when I leave, but at least for now, I need to finish my work.”
He said this and turned to leave.
This guy suddenly appeared and then suddenly left. Dedeline stood there, barely suppressing her urge to rush over and chop him up.
If it weren't for this bottle of wine.
It is basic morality not to take your anger out on food, no matter what.
......
The adjudicator was walking down the road when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
He turned his head and looked at Karl, who was following him.
“I want to know about Lori,” Karl said softly, “for the sake of me being a priest.”
“You have the right to know, but I advise you not to delve too deeply,” the adjudicator said softly. “You can ask any questions you like, and I will not hide anything. But I will not say anything beyond the scope of the question.”
Carl paused, looking at the mouse perched on his shoulder. He suddenly stopped, turned around, and sat down.
Suddenly, the surrounding trees began to twist and move. Karl was stunned for a moment, watching as he sat down on the wooden chair.
In just a few seconds, the wooden house appeared here. The desolate wilderness had vanished; they were now inside a house.
“It’s just an application of my abilities, don’t worry about it.” He gestured for Karl to sit down.
A chair was already prepared on the opposite side of the table.
Karl hesitated for a moment, then obediently sat there, resting his hands on the table and looking at the Arbitrator.
Is she really still alive?
Please believe what I say.
"She's under your control?"
"To be precise, it's under the control of the Benevolent One. This is her job; I have at most a supervisory role." The Arbitrator snapped his fingers, and a cup of tea appeared before them: "Please help yourself."
Carl looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then took a small sip of the tea, which was inexplicably at the right temperature.
Then he realized that he had no concept of finishing the tea in the cup.
This was somewhat surprising, but he knew that his problem wasn't because of that.
"Did she tell you anything about me?" Carl hesitated for a moment before asking the question.
“No,” the adjudicator replied crisply. “At least he didn’t say a word to me.”
Karl paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly.
Yes, I really hurt her deeply. After all, I abandoned her when she was in the most danger, so why would she bring me up again?
“Then can I ask you… to take good care of her for me?” Karl said softly.
“I can’t do it.” The adjudicator shook his head. “I’ve said it before, this is the work of the benevolent… All I can do is go and see her.”
His face was gloomy, and his mood was far from calm.
She doesn't even have the ability to speak, so how can she talk about you?
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