Eleven the Villain

The hooded girl seemed to have a much sharper sense of perception than the average person, and immediately sensed Eleven's hostility, grabbing the boy and girl next to her.

The hooded girl raised her head fearfully, looking in the direction of the hostility. The first thing that caught her eye was Eleven's pale blue eyes, which were filled with wariness, hostility, and even murderous intent.

The hooded girl felt her back completely soaked in that instant, cold sweat pouring down her back. She felt a deadly threat emanating from the blue-eyed boy before her; she had never felt so vulnerable, not even when facing the demon.

The psychological pressure exerted by Eleven was simply too intense.

In an instant, the hooded girl knew that the reason Eleven was hostile towards her must be her arm, which was possessed by a demon. She had lost count of how many times she had been hated by others because of this arm.

She dared not take another step forward. Trembling, she lowered her head, bent over, tears welling in her eyes, and bowed deeply to Eleven: "I... I'm sorry, I... We'll leave here right now, we'll go..."

After saying that, the hooded girl didn't even dare to look up at Eleven again. She tightly gripped the hems of the white-haired boy and girl beside her and quickly turned around and walked away. She was terrified of hearing a "no" from Eleven.

"Sister Mira?"

Only then did the boy and girl beside her notice something amiss. The little girl timidly called out to her sister, but all she received in response was her sister's anxious face, brimming with tears. She cautiously turned back to look behind her, and seeing Eleven's wary expression, she bit her lip, said nothing more, and quickly caught up with her sister.

Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong? Why?

Eleven was currently communicating with the hooded girl's consciousness through Telepathy, reading her thoughts. To his relief, this girl, unlike Deliora, could not block his Spiritual Power.

He sensed a deep fear, sadness, despair, resentment, and hatred in the girl's mind—hatred for the injustice of the world. Though not yet intense, it had already planted a seed.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you leave."

Just as the hooded girl was feeling relieved that she and her companions were getting further and further away, a voice that filled her with despair suddenly came from behind her.

She wanted to quicken her pace and escape quickly, but her body wouldn't obey, frozen in place. Her body made the decision faster than her brain: there was no escape.

"Lisanna, Elfman, run!" The hooded girl gently pushed her younger siblings, a push that used almost all her strength.

"Sister Mira?"

"Elder sister?"

Lisanna and Elfman both turned to look at their sister in confusion, only to find that Mira was already in tears. But she still tried to hold back her tears and forced a smile at them.

"Be good, listen to your sister, just run forward, don't worry about me..." Mira was already sobbing uncontrollably as she said this.

"Sister Mira, what are you saying? How could we possibly abandon Sister Mira?"

Seeing Mira in this state, Lisanna panicked and threw herself into Mira's arms. However, this throw caused Mira, whose legs were already weak, to fall to the ground, and the two sisters collapsed to the ground.

Mira stroked Lisanna's hair in her arms, and, finding courage from who-knows-where, turned to Eleven, crying and shouting, "I'll stay, but please, please let Lisanna and Elfman go! They have nothing to do with demons. Please!"

Before Eleven reply, Lisanna, who was in Mira's arms, suddenly jumped up, opened her small arms to shield her sister behind her, and shouted at Eleven, "What did you do to Mira? Mira didn't do anything wrong, why did you treat her like this?"

At this moment, the burly Elfman beside Lisanna also spread his arms to protect his sister and younger sister behind him. Although he looked scared, he was fearless and ready to die.

Eleven frowned as he looked at his three siblings. His Telepathy were also connected to the consciousness of Lisanna and Elfman. What they said and did was completely from the bottom of their hearts, without a trace of falsehood.

But Eleven didn't say anything. Instead, he channeled his Telekinesis, and the next second, Mira behind Lisanna slowly went limp.

"Mira!" Lisanna and Elfman exclaimed upon hearing Mira's movement behind them, and tears welled up in their eyes as they hugged Mira.

Don't worry, I didn't kill her.

At this moment, Eleven also walked towards Mira. He did not kill Mira, but used his Telekinesis to create a chop to the back of Mira's neck with a "thud." A person who is "thudded" will definitely faint; this is a law of magic.

Eleven knocked Mira unconscious to avoid any unforeseen complications; it would be too dangerous to leave someone with a demonic aura and heightened emotions free to roam.

Lisanna and Elfman held their sister tightly behind them, glaring at the approaching Eleven with hatred, determined not to let him touch a single hair on her head.

"Eleven, what... what are you trying to do?"

At that moment, Cana suddenly tugged at Eleven's sleeve and asked cautiously. She had never seen Eleven so assertive and cold before, and wondered what the relationship was between these young men and women and Eleven.

Upon hearing Cana's words, Eleven glanced at Lisanna and Elfman, who were staring intently at him, and said nothing. Instead, he used his Telekinesis to lift up the cloak that Mira was using to cover her arms.

The moment Cana saw the arm, she covered her mouth with both hands and couldn't say a word.

"I can sense the aura of a demon in this arm," Eleven explained calmly to Cana.

Who would have thought that such a beautiful young girl would have such an extremely ugly and bizarre right arm? This arm was completely beyond the realm of humanity, with all five fingers growing into sharp claws, and the entire arm covered in jet-black keratinous scales. Countless purple tumors also grew on the forearm, making it exceptionally disgusting and unsightly.

"What an ugly arm." Eleven stared at the arm for a long time, a feeling of disgust welling up inside him, and he muttered to himself unconsciously.

Snap!!

A sharp crack rang out, and to everyone's surprise, the little girl Lisanna in front of him jumped up and slapped Eleven hard across the face. "Sister Mira isn't ugly! Sister Mira doesn't have anything ugly about her!"

The little girl glared fiercely at Eleven, having already forgotten her fear.

Eleven was stunned by the slap and didn't react for a moment. But Elfman reacted quickly, rushing forward to hug Lisanna and leaving Eleven with his broad back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lisanna is still young. If you're angry, punish me instead." Only now did Elfman show a bit of his boyish side. Although he was still timid, he held his sister tightly in his arms.

Eleven touched his reddened cheek, feeling a pang of regret for saying those words.

However, he didn't show it. Instead, he looked coldly at Elfman and Lisanna: "Well, I can forgive her. As compensation, tell me about this girl's right arm."

"Hmph! I'm not going to tell you, you big bad guy! Ptooey!" Don't let Lisanna's small size fool you, she has quite a temper and is up to no good. She even managed to spit at Eleven with her little head out.

Elfman struggled to tuck her head back into his arms, then looked at Eleven cautiously. "Well, I'll tell you."