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Chapter 563: I Found You!

Charlotte was shocked. “Six hundred years? Did the war really go that long?!”

“Without pause.” Garrick confirmed. “Generation after generation born into conflict, knowing nothing but war. But we endured because she endured. We triumphed because she refused to fail.”

“Your people.” Anya interjected. “They live so long? Like elves?”

Garrick shook his head. “No. We’re actually quite similar to you humans. We have similar lifespans.”

Astrid asked, “Then how was your queen able to live for so long? It seems like she survived all the way to the end.”

“You underestimate how powerful the queen actually is.” Garrick just chuckled, as if it were obvious.

“Living for a thousand years or so seems like a small feat compared to the things she’s done.”

Charlotte stepped forward, her voice filled with curiosity.

“How powerful is she? What level of power are we talking about?”

This was something they all wanted to know. Mika was also keenly interested.

Garrick didn’t hesitate.

“To be honest, I can’t fathom the full extent of my queen’s power.”

“But when she became the ruler of all those realms and merged everything into one, she was already so powerful that as long as she just clicked her finger…”

“…an entire city could explode and turn into ashes!”

The girls immediately tensed. That was not what they wanted to hear.

“And that was four hundred years ago.” Garrick continued, noting their reaction with satisfaction. “Four more centuries of growth, of consolidation, of pursuing powers beyond mortal understanding. I believe—no, I know—that she could face your Battle Angels in combat and emerge victorious.”

“Impossible!” Astrid’s denial was immediate and fierce. “Our mothers are—”

“Your mothers are legends in your world, as our Queen is in ours.”

Garrick interrupted with unusual boldness.

“But your mothers conquered a single realm. Our Queen conquered over a hundred.”

“Your mothers’ war lasted years. Ours lasted centuries.”

“I mean no disrespect to your Battle Angels, but can you honestly say they would prevail against such experience?”

The uncomfortable silence that followed was answer enough.

Mika, who had been quietly processing all this information, finally spoke.

“Why now? Why is she invading our world? And what exactly was your mission here?”

“The Queen sent us because she needed a beacon, a dimensional anchor to establish a stable portal between our realms.”

“We three were chosen because we had the technical expertise to build such a device using local materials, and because we had…proven our dedication.”

“You mean because you were condemned criminals with nothing to lose.” Anya corrected coldly.

“That too.” Garrick admitted without shame. “But also because we underwent the most rigorous training and conditioning.”

“Torture, mental manipulation, tests of will that broke ninety percent of candidates. We three survived it all without breaking, without revealing critical information.”

“It made us ideal for a mission where capture was likely.”

“And the invasion’s purpose?” Mika pressed.

“Simple, my lord. We’re searching for—”

It looked like he was about to say the reason.

Everyone in the room leaned forward in anticipation.

But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly looked up at Mika’s face.

For a moment, he became silent, as if thinking about something.

And then a look of realization appeared!

He jumped back in his chair, his eyes going wide with shock, horror, and awe.

“You…You…” He stammered, his finger pointing at Mika. “It’s you!”

“You’re actually…You’re actually…”

He couldn’t even finish his words.

Before, he had kept his head low, not daring to meet anyone’s gaze.

But now that he had looked at Mika’s face properly, it seemed as if he had recognized him.

“I—I found you! But how can you be here? T-This is impossible! Completely impossible!”

Garrick’s eyes were trembling with a mixture of awe, terror, and disbelief.

“How could it possibly be you?”

“Tell me!” Mika grabbed the man’s shoulders, his own desperation matching Garrick’s shock.

“Do you know me? Do you know my face? Who am I to your people?”

“I…I…You’re actually…You’re actually—”

Mika leaned forward, certain he was finally going to get the answers he needed.

But just as Garrick opened his mouth to explain—

Crack!

He heard the sound of glass breaking apart.

But it wasn’t glass.

It was the very fabric of space itself¡

Suddenly, to the side of the room, a crack opened.

A fissure appeared, a tear in the membrane between worlds.

Through it, chaos and the endless expanse of space could be seen, stretching into infinity.

Everyone in the room immediately tensed up.

Charlotte’s eyes began to glow pink, her power surging to the surface.

Astrid’s tails stood on high alert, lightning crackling around her fingers.

Anya’s aura shifted, becoming darker, more dangerous, as she prepared to face the threat looming over them.

And then a single word came from the other side.

[Diante]

The word was uttered by a beautifully cold voice< a voice that sent chills through all three sisters.

Just hearing it gave an overwhelming sense of pressure, despite them being separated by the very fabric of space itself.

And even though the sisters didn’t understand the language—

—Mika and Garrick knew exactly what she had said.

[Die]

It was a death sentence!

Garrick panicked, his face contorting with sheer terror.

“My lady, please wait! I have information! I found him! I finally found! He’s actually—”

But just as he was about to finish, his body began to bubble.

His skin started to develop boils all over, as if his insides were imploding.

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sound like a thunderclap.

BOOM!

His body exploded into pieces, scattering into masses of flesh, blood, and bone.

There was literally nothing left of him, just a shower of gore that painted the room crimson.

The crack in space also disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

And then there was silence.

But the moment the three sisters realized their bodies were drenched in blood, their reactions came swift and visceral

“Oh, come on! If you’re going to kill someone, why can’t you do it in a much neater, more efficient manner?”

Charlotte stamped her foot in outrage.

“Do you really have to just make them explode into pieces and scatter all over us like some kind of grotesque confetti?”

She grabbed at her skirt, holding it up with trembling hands. Her face contorted with genuine horror.

“This is brand new! Mama bought it for me during our last shopping spree in Lemia. It’s limited edition Celestial Silk—do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out of Celestial Silk?!”

Her voice rose to a near-shriek.

Meanwhile, Astrid had grabbed her nine tails in her hands, her face a mask of pure horror as she surveyed the damage.

What had moments ago been pristine white fur, soft as clouds and meticulously groomed, was now matted with blood and worse. Bits of what might have been liver clung to the tips.

“My tails!” She wailed, her usual composed demeanor completely shattered. “My beautiful, fluffy, absolutely perfect tails!”

She frantically pulled a silver brush from seemingly nowhere and began attacking the mess with desperate strokes.

“I-I have to clean them immediately! Do you know how long it takes to get them this white? One hours of grooming every morning! Special conditioners imported from the Fox Spirit realm!”

She brushed harder, muttering frantically.

“If this stains, if even a hint of pink remains, I’ll have to dye them completely. Can you imagine!?”

“Me, with dyed tails? The scandal! The shame! What would the other fox-kin say?”

A particular stubborn chunk fell off, and she nearly gagged.

“Is that…is that brain matter? Oh gods, there’s brain matter in my fur!”

Anya, in stark contrast to her sisters’ hysteria, simply removed her glasses, wiped them clean, and placed them back on her face.

Then, with a casualness that bordered on disturbing, she brought her fingers to her lips and licked them.

Lick!

Charlotte and Astrid froze mid-complaint, staring at her in abject dismay.

Anya’s face scrunched up in consideration, as if she were a sommelier tasting a particularly challenging vintage.

“Sour.” She pronounced after a moment. “Very sour. High iron content, obviously, but there’s an underlying acidity that speaks to poor diet. Too much alcohol, I’d guess. Possible liver damage.”

She licked another finger, contemplating.

“Notes of fear-sweat. Adrenaline breakdown. And…” She paused, frowning. “Is that syphilis I detect? My, my, our departed friend had more issues than just his criminal record.”

“Anya!” Charlotte shrieked. “That’s disgusting! You can’t just…taste people!”

“It’s valuable information.” Anya replied primly. “Blood tells stories. Though I must say, it’s quite inferior compared to Mika’s blood.”

Her eyes took on a dreamy quality.

“His delicious blood with hints of power, that metallic tang of raw mana, the subtle spice that speaks of his manliness…” She sighed wistfully. “I do miss our childhood games.”

“You mean when you used to bite him and suck his blood like a vampire?” Astrid asked, momentarily distracted from her tail crisis.

“‘Bite’ is such a crude word. I was sampling. For scientific purposes.”

“You gave him anemia!”

“A mild case at worst. And he healed remarkably quickly. Fascinating metabolism, really.”

Charlotte, deciding this conversation had veered too far into disturbing territory, clapped her hands sharply.

“Enough! Anya, do something about this…this massacre! Clean it up this instant!”

Astrid immediately latched onto this lifeline.

“Yes! Please! Before my tails are permanently ruined!”

“I have a photoshoot next week for Botiga Beauty Magazine. If they’re stained, I’ll have to cancel, and you know how vindictive those fashion editors can be!”

Anya sighed, rolling her eyes at their dramatics.

With a casual wave of her hand, she activated her blessing.

Instantly, all the blood covering her body was pulled away, condensing into a single, swirling ball of crimson liquid.

The blood throughout the room was swept up as well, drawn into the same mass.

Soon, the room was completely clean, spotless, as if the explosion had never happened.

Except for one person.

Mika was still covered in blood, head to toe. His clothes were soaked crimson, his face splattered with gore, his hair matted with viscera.

Anya frowned. “Mika, allow my blessing to go over you. It’s only then that I can clean you up.”

Mika naturally had an aura of shield around him, a protective barrier that made it impossible for her blessing to activate on him at all. It was a defense against any unwanted magical interference.

But to her surprise, Mika didn’t respond at all. He just stood there, staring into space.

Charlotte stepped forward, her voice concerned.

“Mika, you need to wash yourself. You look super scary right now with all that blood on your face. Like a horror movie villain.”

“Yes, little brother!” Astrid nodded vigorously. “I don’t want you smelling like that stinky man!”

“I can’t give you hugs or kisses when you’re like this—you absolutely reek!”

Still nothing. Mika stood statue-still, blood dripping from his hair in a steady patter against the floor.

The sisters exchanged worried glances.

This wasn’t like him. Mika was many things—but he was always present, always aware. To see him so completely disconnected was unsettling.

They could only imagine what he had come to realise that made him so shaken up.

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