"Heh..." Looking at the two figures slowly approaching him, Moore felt calm.

Looking past the two shadowed figures and looking at Marco, Moore asked the last question he wanted to ask.

"You really are totally indifferent to everything...

"

Hearing his words, the smile on Marco's face froze and he fell into silence. He did not give an answer until the shadow servant arrived in front of Moore.

Looking at him, Moore shook his head and sighed silently.

Swish~swish~two pitch-black sharp blades stabbed at him.

…

puff!

Blood splattered on Delon's black armor. He pushed away the black-robed man who was pierced by the sword and looked at the house that was not far away.

hope……

There's still time.

Behind him, there were four or five black-robed cultists lying, blood...

It slowly gathered into a pool, reflecting his back as he walked towards the house.

…

In a room illuminated by the dim light of an oil lamp.

Marco's pupils constricted, and he looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Bang!

Bang!

Two figures shrouded in shadows fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Looking at the strange plants that were taking root in the chests of his two shadow servants and gradually growing, his voice trembled a little, "This...

What's this?

"! You..." Moore, who was leaning against the wall, straightened his body, changing his previous weak appearance, as if his previous weakness was just pretending. Hearing Marco's words, he took two steps forward, gently stroking the vines with strange blood-colored branches, and revealed a gentle smile.

"As you can see, it's a plant."

"you……

How could it still have the power? "

Marco pointed a trembling finger at him and said in disbelief.

Whoosh1 "Ah!

! ..." Marco screamed in fear instinctively.

The strange vines jumped onto his hands the moment he stretched out his hands, wrapped around his arms several times, and the bloody tips were pointing at his eyes.

Looking at Marco, who finally showed fear, a cruel smile appeared on Moore's face.

"So you can also feel scared and terrified!"

After a pause, Moore slowly walked to Marco and put his hand on his neck.

"you……

What do you want to do?

! ! "

"What do you think?"

Gently pinching Marco's neck, Moore said calmly.

Clang! Marco was lifted up by the neck, the black gemstone dagger in his hand fell to the ground, and he grabbed Moore's arm with both hands, as if trying to pry open the hand that was pinching his neck.

Seeing that the situation was completely out of his control, Marco tried hard to calm his inner fear, but he just couldn't.

Why!

Why!

He still has power!

Obviously...

"I was completely purified by that cross, wasn't I?"

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Moore calmly stated his next thoughts.

"Among the four of us, I am indeed the only one who cannot become a Shadow Knight just like you. You think that after expelling the blood from my body, I will become an ordinary person, right?

Unfortunately, on the day Mochi died, I discovered that I could sense the emotions and changes of the plants and trees around me.”

"you!

..." "Yes, I can sense the power of elements, and I have awakened to become a wizard."

Ignoring Marco's ever-changing expression, Moore lowered his head and talked to himself, as if he wanted to vent the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart all these years.

"But I don't dare to expose it at all, because...

Once exposed, I will die in your hands!"

The corners of Moore's mouth were raised with a hint of sarcasm, as if he was mocking the person in front of him, as if he was mocking this cruel world, this unfair world.

"I was afraid of being exposed. I didn't dare to collect books about wizards, nor did I dare to ask others how to become stronger. I only relied on my own thinking until now and could barely control the plants around me. I thought my life would pass like this, without giving Mochi a chance to avenge himself."

"But..." Moore raised his head and looked at Marco, his face becoming crazy and ferocious.

"The Blood Mist Cult approached me, and I agreed to their request without a second thought, just to kill you!"

"Cough cough..." Marco was unable to breathe due to the sudden increase in the strength of Moore's hands, and he slapped Moore's arms with both hands.

Looking at the pleading look in the eyes of the person in front of him, Moore felt a sense of pleasure in his heart. He slowly relaxed his palm, allowing the person to breathe barely.

“Ahem…

You are here to give...

Mochi's revenge?"

Marco couldn't figure out for a moment that Moore's purpose was to avenge Mochi who had been dead for a long time.

"Uh..." Moore's hands suddenly clenched again, and this time it seemed that he really intended to strangle him to death.

Why?

Marco's vision began to darken slowly, and he felt suffocated. He was deeply puzzled as to why Moore suddenly wanted to kill him.

"Delon is here..." Moore whispered as he heard the noise coming from outside the door.

Deron!

Germany...

Long, hurry up...

Help me!

A look of hope emerged in Marco's eyes, and a huge force burst out of his body. He actually managed to move Moore's palm with the strength of an ordinary person, but he could only move it.

Bang!

The wooden door was violently knocked down, and a black-armored figure covered in blood rushed in.

“Moore!

stop!"

The person at the door saw the situation in the room and shouted anxiously.

"ah!

!”

Feeling the sudden tearing sensation in his chest, the hope that had just ignited in Marco's eyes was instantly replaced by despair. He let out a wail and his eyes fell into darkness. His last look was full of fear and despair, as if he couldn't believe that Moore would kill him like this.

"Moore!"

Looking at the blood and flesh splattered in the room, Delon's eyes suddenly widened, his face suddenly changed, he suddenly raised the sword in his hand and rushed towards Moore.

Moore ignored the blood splattering on his face and turned to look at Deron who was rushing towards him. There was an uncontrollable rage flashing in Deron's eyes, and he was a little crazy due to the stimulation of the blood splattering in front of him.

Swish~poof!

The long sword, carrying a dark light, pierced into Moore's chest without any hindrance.

"Why!"

Feeling that the figure in front of him had no resistance at all and allowed him to stab the sword into his heart, Delon suddenly calmed down and looked up into his calm eyes.

Moore looked at Deron in front of him with a smile and sighed helplessly.

He was tired, very tired. He still had some strength. He could not be a match for Deron, but he could still dodge the fatal blow. However, he did not choose to dodge because he was too tired. He had achieved his goal and he no longer had the energy to think about anything else.

"Let everything end here with me."

Moore spoke calmly, blood beginning to flow from the corner of his mouth.

Large amounts of blood began to flow out of his chest and onto Delon's hands.

"Why!

! ! "

An uncontrollable rage rushed up and hit his forehead, and Deron questioned through gritted teeth.

He felt the blood throbbing madly in his temples, and his head felt like it was being pressed down by something and was about to burst.

Moore stretched out his hands tremblingly and gently hugged Delon. He didn't have much time left. He felt his vitality slipping away quickly and now he was relying entirely on the power of the elements to hold on.

"us……

It’s been a long time since we last met, De, Long…” I just didn’t expect that we would meet again at this time…

Moore laughed as he stroked Deron's livid face with his trembling fingers.

"Why!"

Tears welled up in Deron's eyes and his voice was choked.

Moore shook his head slightly and closed his eyes.

My eyes went dark, and I heard the sound of wind blowing in my ears, "Moore, what do you want to do in the future?"

"What else can I do? I can inherit my father's position."

"That would be too boring."

"Um?

So what do you want to do?"

"I heard that the capital is much more prosperous than our place. I must go to the capital when I grow up!"

“…

Your family won’t allow it.”

"I don't care about them, it's too restrictive here!"

"..." A familiar voice vaguely sounded in his ears, and Moore slowly opened his eyes. Light came in, and a boy with a blurry figure in front of him stretched out his hand to him.

"But it's too boring to go alone. Marco will definitely not go against his family's orders, and Deron is stupid. Why don't you accompany me when the time comes?"

"ah……

Well, okay. "

"It's settled then!"

Looking at the tender hand stretched out in front of him, Moore smiled and stretched out his own hand.

The already rough and broad palm became tender and small the moment it touched the tender palm, and the two hands were clasped together.

"I'm here to fulfill my promise."

"Um."

…

Feeling the hands on his shoulders sliding down weakly, Moore's body in front of him suddenly softened and fell backwards. Deron supported the collapsed body and slowly knelt on the ground.

Delon closed his eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, slid down his cheeks and fell into the pool of blood on the ground.

Why?

Delon also vaguely guessed something. After all, he had been staying in Coral Castle for so many years and had been in contact with Marco. Unlike Butler Morton's blind loyalty, although he looked a little honest, he actually just didn't want to think about it.

but……

Why must it come to this?