Chapter 65

So, before she dies, she will find a man to have a child with, and then stuff all her memories into her child's head, starting the next tragic cycle.

This has nothing to do with Horya's own thoughts, because the mental imprint will make her do it.

This is why Horya can change her expression in a second; she's really being driven crazy.

Fortunately, just before Horya was about to go mad, the gods appeared.

Horya saw this as her only chance; she was cautious and fearful, weak and frantic.

She prayed devoutly day and night, offering sacrifices, hoping that the Lord God would glance at her.

Finally, at Horya's prayer, the Lord God reappeared and extended its enormous hand towards Columbia, where she was located—

As a result, the Lord God captured Mylnar and didn't even glance at Horya.

Horya went completely insane.

She chased after him relentlessly, even going so far as to attack Mylnar, the "second person to have an audience with the gods," just to ask why and by what right.

Fortunately Mylnar seemed to realize that Horya was approaching madness, so he gave her an answer.

Then--

"97, 98, 99..."

Horya walked with elegant steps and a charming smile, like a noblewoman at the party.

But what she was carrying in her hand was not red wine, but the carcass of a wild beast.

The beast's neck had already been twisted and broken by her snake tail, and blood was constantly flowing from the cut, scattering along the way as Horya walked.

Horya stopped and threw the bloodless beast carcass at her feet.

At this moment, looking around, one can see the remains of 99 different wild animals, from Originium Slug to birds, from beasts to seafood, piled up like a small mountain and arranged in a circle.

Anyone who saw this would think it was a cult scene.

At least Mylnar, who was bound hand and foot and hung from a distant branch like a caterpillar, genuinely thought so.

"99... Waaah... Where did this crazy woman get so many offerings from...?"

"Wait a minute... why are there 99 offerings instead of a round number...?"

"Could it be that the last sacrifice is someone else?!"

"No!"

Even so, Mylnar still had the leisure to cosplay as a caterpillar, wriggling around there.

This would show that Mylnar was in no danger to his life.

And that is indeed the case. Mylnar's true form had long since turned into water and escaped. What is now tied up and hanging here is actually just one of her Water Clone.

There are two reasons why Mylnar cooperated with Horya to act.

Firstly, the scene was so large-scale, resembling a cult event. Even though it was in the middle of nowhere, it had indeed alarmed Columbia officials, who were rushing over.

Secondly, the reason—

"Ah... My Lord God... My Lord God!"

The carcasses of 99 wild beasts formed a circle.

Horya stood in the very center of the circle.

Due to the difference in elevation, the blood flowing from the broken necks of the wild beast carcasses placed on the high ground was continuously flowing down the slope towards Horya, which was located in the low-lying area.

"I followed your will and did not choose to offer human sacrifices to you."

"Ninety-nine wild beasts are my offering to you."

"I beg you! Just give me a glance! Just one glance would be enough!"

But it wasn't until the blood from the beast's carcass had drained away, until the blood pooled at Horya's feet, that it stopped flowing.

The sound of the wind in my ears, the pitch-black night, and the unchanging Twin Moons in the sky remained unchanged.

The gods did not respond to her.

Horya: "..."

I see...

Horya revealed a miserable smile, all her original elegance and charm vanished, revealing only a pitiful appearance like an abandoned kitten or puppy.

But soon, Horya went mad again.

"I understand, I understand. The offerings weren't enough, my resolve wasn't strong enough, my sincerity wasn't enough—"

Horya reached out and grabbed her staff.

She had already sharpened the end of her staff to a point, making it like a blade, and she held that end directly to her throat.

That's exactly what they're worried about!

Along with Mylnar's words, a stream of water also appeared.

With a whoosh, the water flowed like a knife, severing the staff in Horya's hand.

"You crazy woman, don't offer yourself up as a sacrifice! The Lord God are very easy to talk to—"

"What are you doing, you pesky elf! I should just kill you and bleed you out as the 100th sacrifice!"

"They're trying to save you! And what they released was water, not blood!"