Who Told You I Only Had One Blade?

"You finally agreed to come home, my lady."

The moment those words fell, the people around them reacted faster than cannon fire.

Uvogin clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

Nobunaga pushed his blade out half an inch.

Nen Threads tightened between Machi's fingers, so thin they were nearly invisible, yet they had already coiled around Fake Ella's feet.

The card in Hisoka's hand stopped, its tip angling toward Fake Ella's eyes.

"Looks like there's more than one tree in Little Apple's home."

Fake Ella did not retreat.

Instead, she leaned closer to Bai Zhu's side, following the force of his hand gripping her waist.

That face was still Ella's face, and that voice was still Ella's voice, but the timidity was gone.

She spoke softly.

"Royal Blood calls to Royal Blood."

Milluki's scalp went numb.

"Don't use her voice when you talk. It's disgusting."

Fake Ella looked at Milluki.

"Blood that has wandered outside will eventually return to its mother's embrace. She wasn't taken away. She is being corrected."

Bai Zhu looked down at her.

"Corrected?"

"Name, identity, memories, belonging."

Fake Ella raised a hand, intending to touch Bai Zhu's chest.

Bai Zhu directly seized her wrist.

Crack.

A soft sound came from her wrist bone.

Yet she seemed incapable of feeling pain and continued speaking.

"The mother beneath the Church is neither human nor an ordinary Nen Beast. She is an ancient ritual vessel left behind from Kakin's old sacrificial rites."

Chrollo stepped forward half a pace.

Shalnark immediately recorded those words.

Milluki also switched his equipment to recording mode.

Fake Ella seemed to be deliberately making sure everyone heard clearly.

"The First Queen altered her. The Creation Society worships her, and Kakin uses her. She retrieves Royal Blood, washes away old names, then sends people back where they