Arcueid: The Wise Know When to Yield / Sajou Ayaka?

Altrouge had tried various methods to resolve her identity as a half-ancestor and half-dead apostle, but all her attempts ended in failure, even leaving her severely injured.

Now, the profound changes that Altrouge once longed for but could not obtain are taking place before her eyes, but not in the direction she expected.

Amidst a complex and inexplicable mix of emotions, Altrouge's consciousness gradually faded...

Poke...

After an unknown amount of time, Altrouge felt something touching her cheek—

"Is it Cathy Palug?"

While her consciousness was still somewhat hazy, Altrouge thought to herself.

Struggle and Brad would never do such a thing; the only one who would would do so is Cathy Palug, who is practically their pet.

But the very next moment, this idea was overturned by Altrouge herself—

"Wrong!"

Altrouge's heavy eyes widened instantly, and she instinctively tried to jump up, but her weak body refused her request.

As a result, Altrouge, like a fish that had suddenly "come back to life," jumped on the ice and fell back to the ground weakly, but her forehead collided directly with Arcueid's forehead, which was curiously observing her, making Altrouge's already somewhat hazy Remembrance even more confused.

Hearing the crisp clanging sound, Gwen, who was studying the immortality of Struggle and Brad, turned around and saw the two sisters simultaneously clutching their foreheads and gasping for breath. He couldn't help but chuckle—

"I already told Arcueid, don't get so close to look, you'll scare her."

"I never expected her to launch a sneak attack..."

Arcueid covered her reddened forehead and glared angrily at Altrouge also looked pained.

"Snort--"

Upon hearing Arcueid's words, Altrouge instinctively wanted to retort, but the chaotic Remembrance in her mind prevented her from uttering the necessary words.

However, although her Remembrance were a jumbled mess, the pain only sharpened Altrouge's consciousness, making her try to recall that terrifying, dreamlike experience.

"Here, let me rub it for you..."

Leaving behind two relatively cooperative Experimental Subject, Gwen went to Arcueid's side and chuckled as he rubbed the girl's reddened forehead as she groaned in pain.

"Um..."

It seemed that the mana replenishment a few hours earlier had completely opened the door to the adult world for Arcueid instinctively snuggled into Gwen's arms and acted like a spoiled child—

"Pain..."

"I told you to watch out..."

"Hehe... it won't hurt anymore with Gwen rubbing it..."

"..."

Watching the two of them so unguardedly displaying their affection in front of her, as if she could easily take them down with a sneak attack if she wanted, Altrouge remained remarkably rational, refraining from any inappropriate thoughts. Instead, a bitter feeling welled up inside her as she looked at Arcueid's silly smile.

It's always like this.

It was like this hundreds of years ago, and it's still like this now, hundreds of years later.

She obtained what she longed for but could not have without doing anything.

And he could only watch helplessly, and even be used by her to strike her hard...

After a while of Gwen didn't forget his business—

"Your injuries should be alright now, right?"

Looking at Altrouge, who was still lying motionless on the ice like a living dead, Gwen asked.

If Arcueid could be hurt by a collision, then Altrouge should at least be able to jump and bounce.

"Um..."

Seeing that Gwen seemed to finally intend to "interrogate" her, Altrouge slowly sat up from the ice, her movements slow and delicate, as if afraid that she might accidentally invite Gwen's Lightning Spear again.

Seeing that Gwen didn't seem worried about her turning on him, Altrouge secretly breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully said—

"Thank you for saving my life, Your Altrouge. I will never forget it."

As for why he almost lost his life?

Don't ask!

Chapter 550 Altrouge: A Wise Man Knows When to yield

"It seems you understand the situation."

Seeing Altrouge's behavior, Gwen nodded slightly, casually conjured an ice chair, and gestured for Altrouge to sit down and talk.

After the battle ended, Gwen withdrew his Absolute Zero, but the sub-zero temperatures were not enough to overwhelm Altrouge.

"Thank you, sir..."

Carefully placing the back half of her shapely buttocks on the chair, Altrouge glanced at Struggle and Brad, whose injuries had fully healed but whose auras were weak, and felt somewhat relieved.

After beating them half to death, he managed to revive them all, so it seems that Gwen at least didn't intend to kill them all and feed them to the fish.

"Tell me, where did you get your information about us?"

As far as I know, you, the nominal ruler of the Dead Apostle, are actually just one of several forces, and are even suppressed by the more powerful White Wing Duke.

Gwen looked at Altrouge, who was so cautious and timid, like Princess from a small country being sent to a powerful nation for a political marriage, and asked with a smile.

"Mr. Hui, it is..."

Still pondering how to escape, Altrouge dared not conceal anything and told the whole story—

Altrouge naturally wouldn't hide anything from these old rivals who indirectly betrayed her.

Even her own network of influence, which had been established over a century and had already gained considerable power, was not something that Altrouge dared to conceal in the slightest.

Having just stepped into the underworld, Altrouge had already clearly realized the gap between them.

The reason she was able to withstand so many attacks and even occasionally counterattack was not because she was thick-skinned, but because Gwen was holding back for fear of killing himself.

Gwen, however, went too far, and her fate was to be utterly annihilated.

Altrouge once heard an old saying, "Those who know when to yield are the heroes."

They also knew that those who didn't know what was good for them mostly ended up dead.

Therefore, Altrouge cooperated fully, answered Gwen's question, bowed deeply again, and sincerely apologized, revealing her round and full curves.

Faced with such a cooperative Altrouge, Gwen's attitude softened somewhat.

"Since I've already beaten you all half to death, let's put this matter aside for now—"

You are, after all, Arcueid's sister, and I don't want her to truly lose her last family member.

—Don't upset me, or I'll remember this and start killing people.

"..."

Upon hearing Gwen's words, Arcueid, who still felt that Altrouge's actions seemed a bit off, immediately raised her chin at Altrouge and gave her a provocative smile.

"What you're saying is true, sir..."

Seeing Arcueid's smug expression, Altrouge felt a surge of jealousy burning within her, but she still answered respectfully.

As she spoke, Altrouge looked at the smug Arcueid, and suddenly thought of something, breaking a contract that she had sealed for hundreds of years.

Instantly, Arcueid's magic trembled slightly, and her long, golden hair cascaded down Arcueid back.

After Arcueid's long hair was taken during that great battle, Altrouge made a special pact with this concept, ensuring that Arcueid could never grow her beautiful long hair again.

Now, in order to survive, Altrouge has no choice but to endure humiliation and hardship.

"Ah!

"Gwen, Gwen, don't you think he's pretty?"

Excitedly playing with her long hair, Arcueid immediately jumped off the chair and spun around. Her long golden hair danced in the air along with her white dress adorned with dark blue patterns, as beautiful as a flower blooming on ice.

"Of course it's beautiful."

Gwen offered his praise without reservation.

Looking at the two exuding the sweet and sour scent of romance, a complex expression clouded over Altrouge's eyes—

Hundreds of years ago, in the Millennium Castle of Brunestud, it was the same; the True Ancestors, who had made things difficult for her in every way, revered Arcueid, who was a blank slate, as a god.

What she can't have will always end up in Arcueid's hands...

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself—"

Seeing the strange look in Altrouge's eyes as she glanced at Arcueid, Gwen didn't seem to mind and went on to discuss what was bothering Altrouge—

The fact that Gwyn could hang up and beat those three Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, even with their hands and feet bound and their strength restricted, shows that Gwen's identity is absolutely terrifying.

Even if Gwen said he was Altrouge, a god who had slipped back from the Inner Sea of Stars, she wouldn't doubt him at all.

However, Gwen's answer still petrified Altrouge and the White Knight who were listening intently nearby.

"My name is Gwen, a human being."

Seeing the incredulous look on Altrouge's pretty face, Gwen didn't find it strange at all—

Our knowledge is limited, so we shouldn't laugh at people just because they lose their composure when faced with things beyond our understanding.

"Of course, besides that, there are some other identities—"

For example, a wild Sun God, Ultimate Lifeform, a Giant of Light, etc.—interpret it however you like.

Gwen chuckled as he casually mentioned his other identities, which he felt were perfectly acceptable.

"It is Altrouge's ignorance that has made you laugh, Your Gwen Your Eminence..."

Hearing Gwen's laughter, Altrouge snapped out of her daze, realizing that her performance had been somewhat subpar, and quickly tried to salvage the situation.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not so pathetic and petty as to be punished for this."

Gwen waved his hand and looked at Altrouge,

"Now that you have amassed considerable strength and are ready to reclaim your rightful power from White Wing Duke, then continue—"

"Dead Apostles are ultimately just a parasitic race living off humanity. If they don't strive for progress, they'll probably just have to wait to die with this little broken ball."

"Yes, Your Eminence."

Although Gwen's words were calm, Altrouge could still sense a bloody undercurrent in them, and she bowed her head respectfully.

However, Gwen's next words caused Altrouge to raise her pretty face, which was filled with astonishment—

"But even if I crush the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles who opposes you, your strength might still pose a problem—"

I'll leave the preparations to you two. In the meantime, stay with us and hone your skills.

While I may not be a renowned teacher, I'm more than capable of improving your skills.

Meeting Altrouge's astonished gaze, Gwen smiled—

"What, you don't want to?"

"No, it would be an honor for Altrouge."

The surprise came so suddenly that Altrouge couldn't suppress the smile on her face and said respectfully.

However, while Altrouge was overjoyed, Arcueid wrinkled her little nose—

"Gwen, why did you bring her along?"

"Didn't I tell you to bully her properly?"

"If you let her go, how will you bully her then?"

Gwen spoke without a care in the world, words that made Altrouge's smile freeze.

Chapter 551 Sayo Aika?

At Tokyo Haneda International Airport, amidst the bustling crowds, three people stood out remarkably—

The two girls, one in gold and one in black, possessed beauty far beyond that of ordinary people, almost bewitching. The man sandwiched between them, while not as captivating as his two female companions at first glance, exuded a confident and composed demeanor that allowed him to hold his own against his two bewitchingly beautiful companions.

However, these three people, who should have been the center of attention wherever they went, failed to attract anyone's attention. Not a single person in the crowd even glanced at them.

Although no one looked at the three of them, everyone seemed to have reached a silent understanding and quietly made way for them.

Outside the glass curtain wall of the airport customs area, a light drizzle blurred the view. The electronic bulletin board glowed with a bluish-white light, and flight information snaked across the dot matrix screen, making the blonde girl's red eyes look like two cherries soaked in snow water.