Chapter 282 - Right to Cower

Duke Kolonfer rose unhurriedly and strolled to the eight black-framed glass windows, halting at the third, where a whip-like heather branch swayed in the wind, rhythmically tapping against the pane.Duke Kolonfer extended his right hand, passing it directly through the glass, and seized the heather branch. As he murmured to himself, the branch visibly withered at an observable rate, crumbling into heaps of decayed ash and dust.

The touch of Duke Kolonfer held the power of withering; should it ever come to an actual fight, one must never let him make contact.

As Gaven gathered this intelligence, his gaze was fixed intently on Duke Kolonfer’s extended right hand, on the ring finger of which, indeed, sat a ring.

Made of silver, its form twisted, it greatly resembled a miniature human palm curled into a circle, and on the ring finger of that diminutive hand was an even smaller ring.

Was this not a warped Chiaranlisha’s Holy Emblem?

To wear the holy emblem of a foreign Evil God as jewelry, this Duke Kolonfer was truly adorably foolish; it would be surprising if problems didn’t arise.

Whoever fashioned this Evil God Sigil Ring was equally malicious in intent.

Or it could be said that this was deliberately crafted by the priests of Chiaranlisha, intentionally released to create chaos and to disseminate their Goddess’s creed.

Just like the current Undead Vengeance realm, was the best gift for Chiaranlisha, the best homage.

As long as this Undead Vengeance realm existed, the Goddess of Revenge would gain an additional measure of divine power each day.

The tapping of the heather against the window, much like the lifting of the curtain to a stage play.

Everything began to accelerate, finding its proper trajectory.

Duke Kolonfer seemed increasingly restless and agitated, especially after entering the second-floor dining room and beginning to read letters. When he picked up the last envelope,

he cried out, flinging the letter away, then screamed madly, "No, you... this can’t... it’s impossible... you’re already dead, you can’t do this to me, you filthy whore, you bloody whore, you can’t do this, you have no right... you’re already dead... I killed you with my own hands... I buried you with my own hands..."

Cursing, Duke Kolonfer headed towards the stables, a Crane Beak Hoe somehow appearing in his hand, bellowing with fury, "Estelle!"

"Estelle!"

"You filthy stinking whore, you contemptible slut, as your master and husband I command you, Estelle, you lowly bitch, come out to me. I killed you once, I can kill you again, come out!"

"Harlot! Slut! Come out!"

Duke Kolonfer wandered around aimlessly but discovered nothing. He could only return to the third floor, hoe in hand, and continued reading his books.

But within minutes, the rhythmic tapping at the window resounded once again.

Still angry, Duke Kolonfer stood up in a rage and moved towards the window, wanting to vent all his fury onto the inconsiderate heather branch.

But before his hand could reach out, a cold blue little hand stretched in, firmly grasping Duke Kolonfer’s.

Duke Kolonfer screamed frenetically, like a chicken grasped by the throat, even forgetting that his touch brought decay, forgetting he was already undead.

No, that wasn’t right.

The moment the small blue hand held him, Duke Kolonfer was no longer a ghost but returned to a body of flesh and blood.

Two blue figures, one large and one small, climbed in through the heather and the window, toppling Duke Kolonfer to the ground and began a frenzied mauling.

Duke Kolonfer could only cry out helplessly and in despair.

This kind of wailing was so harrowing, it couldn’t simply be the pain from the flesh being gnawed upon.

In Sir Kolonfer’s eyes, Gaven read an endless despair.

Perhaps at this moment, he not only recalled the countless memories of being devoured over and over but also remembered his lifetime before death.

This cycle of undead vengeance hadn’t begun with Sir Kolonfer’s death; it had already started during his lifetime. He had no idea how many times he had been eaten alive.

Unable to bear this pain and despair, he had wished to end it all through death, only to find out that death was not an end but a beginning. He was eternally trapped here, repeatedly facing revenge from his wife and daughter.

This was the will of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance, Chiaranlisha.

After almost completely consuming Sir Kolonfer, when he was utterly breathless,

the two women, one large and one small, both resembling ghouls, turned their heads simultaneously towards the direction Gaven was in, as if they could see him.

Gaven instinctively gripped his Revolving Hand Cannon but then immediately let go.

To fire would mean the difficulty of this script would skyrocket dramatically.

Better to teleport away and return after the respawn tomorrow night—that was the wise choice.

Just as Gaven was about to activate the flawless teleportation gate of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, the two women, one large and one small, flipped over and jumped onto the window, crawling away on the branches of the pyracantha.

Then, the entire Weizemay Manor returned to silence.

After much consideration, Gaven did not act rashly; instead, he found a corner and hunkered down, quietly observing.

These brain-burning scripts tested one’s patience the most.

As long as he didn’t rashly attack and interrupt the cycle of revenge, they probably wouldn’t attack him.

He should mull over the plot a few more times before trying to take action.

Until dawn, nothing happened at Weizemay Manor, which meant the entire story was just as he had experienced earlier.

As soon as Gaven stepped out of Weizemay Manor, a petite figure threw herself at him, nearly knocking him over.

Anna, with a sobbing voice said, "Mr. Gaven, you finally came out. I was so scared, I thought something had happened to you."

"Don’t cry, don’t cry; if you ruin your makeup, you won’t be pretty," Gaven said, ruffling Anna’s hair, making her blonde locks a mess, then smiling, "No thrills, no dangers. Mr. Darnell’s guess was completely accurate; it indeed has something to do with Chiaranlisha. The ring on Sir Kolonfer’s finger is a twisted Evil God Sigil..."

Gaven proactively described the observations he had seen throughout the night in detail to Darnell. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet

The other man’s character was trustworthy, and in this area, he was a master. Maybe Darnell would discover something different upon analyzing.

Sure enough, after listening to Gaven’s account, Darnell did not hold back but actively analyzed, "Now that we’ve pinpointed the problem, finding the solution is relatively straightforward. This matter can’t be handled with brute force; we need to outsmart it.

Before that, there are a few questions you need to clear up.

The final whereabouts of the Evil God Sigil Ring.

Why Sir Kolonfer would murder his own wife and daughter.

When Estelle and Amanda initiated their revenge, why didn’t they do it in the stables where Kolonfer had killed them but instead climbed up through the pyracantha."