Spirit

Upon hearing the princess's words, Anastasia was immediately filled with disbelief. What was this cold-blooded creature before her? Was she really Anastasia?

Although she always appeared cold and aloof, she had grown up surrounded by love and care. And what was this princess thinking? Did she want to come here to clear her head?

Anastasia couldn't possibly believe she was unaware of what was happening here. If that was the case, then it meant the person before her was condoning this? Was she knowing full well that cannibalism was taking place here, yet turning a blind eye?

The ice transformed into spikes, raining down on Anastasia like a tidal wave. Before she could even materialize, she tumbled off the stage in a disheveled state.

Seeing this, the princess revealed a mocking expression, and at the same time, she sensed a fluctuation emanating from the "Wei" in her hand.

"So that's how it is. Me from the Pan-Human History? How pathetic I am. Although we are both Anastasia, as Servant, it seems I am stronger."

The icicle immediately turned and pierced Anastasia. Just then, the frozen passage seemed to explode with a deafening roar, and a gust of wind, like an icebreaker, turned all the ice into powder.

Footsteps echoed from the underground passage, and Bai Mo emerged, his face as cold as ice. He dragged the half-dead guard up like a dead dog, one hand in his arm.

"Who... who are you?"

The host asked, almost instinctively, because everything had happened so suddenly, completely disregarding the fact that he was still wearing a microphone. Everyone's eyes were on the old race that had come out, their eyes filled with doubt and fear. Only Anastasia breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master?"

"Hmm, you're not doing well."

Bai Mo appeared beside her in an instant and helped her up. Anastasia listened to Bai Mo's words and smiled wryly, feeling somewhat helpless:

"Yeah, I should have stayed with you. You disgusted me."

Looking at the people around her, she felt a long-lost sense of peace. She didn't want to experience being riddled with bullets again, and she certainly didn't want to die at the hands of someone like herself. At the same time, looking at the guard who had been killed by Bai Mo, she breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Master, what are you doing here?"

"Save them."

Upon hearing the two words Bai Mo uttered, Anastasia lowered her head slightly. Looking at Bai Mo protecting her behind her, a serene and gentle smile appeared on her face, like a flower blooming on a snow-capped mountain.

"You are... not Chaldea Master? That person was a woman. So there are other Master. But why keep this burden? This weak Servant is completely useless..."

The princess's gaze swept over the two of them, then she covered her mouth with her jeweled, expensive gloves, feigning surprise, but her eyes were full of disdain.

"Could it be... some other unspeakable need? How disgusting. I'd rather you had just given me a quickie."

Anastasia instantly showed annoyance, while Bai Mo in front of her replied without any politeness:

"You'd better not mention such a pointless counter-espionage scheme again."

"As for weakness... if you lost your toy, you'd probably be even weaker than the one behind me. At least... you have some self-awareness that you're just a puppet."

With a single step, the Magnetic Field Power surged towards the platform like an earth dragon turning over. The princess's platform instantly collapsed into sand and gravel, and she was thrown to the ground by the sudden attack, her snow-white dress stained with dust.

"You savage!"

The biting cold surged forth instantly, like an erupting volcano, turning the entire underground world into a world of ice and snow. The Yaga tried to escape, but the princess didn't care about their lives at all.

"Your Majesty, Regent, please don't kill me!"

"Your Majesty, I am utterly loyal to you, why?"

Bai Mo originally intended to only deal with the guilty. As for other unrelated people, such as Yaga who came for personal connections, Bai Mo originally only planned to punish them.

Now it's all good; at least he doesn't have to argue, they've all been turned into ice sculptures indiscriminately.

The Yaga's last words were also frozen in ice. Among them were some who possessed power, but without exception, they all turned into ice sculptures. The once bustling place instantly became a forbidden zone for life.

Only the area around Bai Mo seemed to be a forbidden zone of this ice. The princess felt something was strange. Bai Mo hadn't activated any means to resist the cold or fire, so why couldn't the ice reach her?

Bai Mo watched with great interest the power-wielder who had frozen to death beside him. This magnificent Yaga, possessing the strength of two hundred thousand horses, was still turned into an ice sculpture under the ice.

This calm and composed demeanor undoubtedly intensified the princess's displeasure.

"The power of shared origins?"

It seemed that only this one explanation existed. With that thought, the princess activated her power again, and countless cold lights flashed, directly piercing towards Bai Mo and Anastasia with blades formed from solid ice, as if they were trapped in a massive enemy formation.

However, the situation remained unchanged; the solid ice seemed to be in fear, and stopped moving forward.

"Is this the Pokémon's ability? It's quite impressive."

Bai Mo extended two fingers and lightly brushed them across the ice blades. In an instant, the gleaming blades turned their spears, pointing directly at the princess, as if they had betrayed her.

How could this be? The princess suddenly felt as if she had completely lost control of everything. Turning around, she discovered that her legs had somehow become completely numb.

Only then did she understand why her power could not affect Bai Mo.

"Little girl, this is how you should use the power of ice and snow."

As Bai Mo clenched his fist, the ice blade exploded instantly. It wasn't solid ice, but the purest, bone-chilling cold, pointing straight at the princess like a blade. The princess only felt a sharp pain as if her bones were breaking and her tendons were snapping, not at all like the feeling of being frozen. It was as if she were being slowly tortured to death.