Lulunaka clapped her hands and continued, "That's about it — I got rid of all the people who coveted Miss Romuona's life, leaving only Mr. Edgar, who had some value and was obedient.
Then, in order to prevent future troubles, I came up with a good idea. I made Miss Romuona a 'dead person', so that no one would appear in front of Miss Romuona.
This was a good ending for both sides. Some people got Miss Romuona's death and could use it to do something boring; while Miss Romuona didn't need to live in fear. It could be said that she was free. "
"That's too reckless." Olga couldn't help but interrupt, "Then, Miss Romuona will be …"
"Olga."
Romuona interrupted Olga's words. She didn't look so panicked now, and her face was a little calmer, "There's nothing wrong with what she did … Just as she said, she did me a big favor."
She looked at Lulunaka, who was full of smiles, with a complicated expression on her face, "After this happened, I'm destined to be a dead person, no matter if it's a real death or a nominal 'death' … There's no marriage alliance, and there's no home to go back to, because I'm already a dead person."
Speaking of this, Romuona showed a bleak and bitter smile, "But that so-called home, and the so-called Mullenin Family … I don't want to go back."
Olga lowered his head and looked at Romuiona. This petite and weak girl was grabbing his sleeve. She looked so helpless and lonely.
"Miss Romuona …"
Romuona stretched out her hand and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "For the family, an illegitimate child like me is disgraceful and shouldn't exist. Everyone looks at me as if I'm a dirty thing.
As for the so-called father, the head of the Mullenin Family … "She forced the corner of her mouth upward, but it looked worse than crying," Before he left, he sent me a white lily.
At that time, his meaning was probably very clear. It's hard for him to be so concerned about me, an illegitimate daughter, and send me a funeral flower early. "
Listening to Romuona's words, Olga just shook his head and sighed, unable to say anything more.
In order to protect Romuona, Olga finally looked like an old man. Although his body was still straight, his aura was no longer imposing. He was no longer the warrior who killed four people in an instant and stabbed Leon to death with a dagger.
Hearing Romuona's words, Lulunaka's smile became even more brilliant, "That's right, that's it. You really understand things, Miss Romuona.
No matter what I did or didn't do, after such a thing happened, your ending has already been decided. There's no chance to reverse it.
Romuona is already dead, and you can't return to the King's Castle as Romuona. No one will think that you're still alive, and no one will hope that you're still alive.
Romuona is already a dead person. "
"Yes, Romuona is already dead, then who am I here …" Romuona muttered.
"About this, I need you to discuss it with Master Olga."
Lulunaka said, "Master Olga is willing to sacrifice his life for you, and now he's probably the most reliable person you can rely on.
You guys should discuss what to do from now on.
But I personally suggest that it's best to discuss how to clean this place first. "
Lulunaka glanced around and covered her nose, as if she smelled something unpleasant, "Whether I'm used to it or not, this smell is still unpleasant."
Dozens of people had died here. Although the corpses had not started to stink, the smell of blood had become thick and unwilling to disperse in this almost silent forest where even the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects could not be heard. It was as if the smell was about to become a physical existence.
If it really turned into a blood mist, perhaps even during the day, it would attract ominous things.
Only dozens of people's blood wouldn't be able to turn into a blood mist, but if there were dozens of resentment, plus in a special place like the Forest of the Dead, then it was very possible.
Speaking of this, Lulunaka's line of sight turned to the other side, "As for me … there are still some things that I'm interested in that I want to confirm." Her line of sight fell on Julius, who had been hiding at the side.
Julius, who had been peeping at this side, noticed that Lulunaka was looking at him. He immediately shrank back, but soon he poked his head out again.
He was indeed quite courageous. In this kind of situation, he still dared to bite the bullet and stare at Lulunaka, as if he wanted to be irreconcilable with a "witch" like her.
Lulunaka didn't care about Julius's gaze that wasn't hostile, but definitely not kind either.
She walked towards Julius and stopped a few steps away from Julius, with a tree between them.
"What are you afraid of?"
Lulunaka asked, "Just now, when you were surrounded by dozens of people and were doomed to die, I didn't see you being that afraid. You even dared to open your mouth and call the Church's knights and Mr. Edgar a bunch of hypocritical scum.
Why did you become so fearful after you survived? "
Julius poked his head out, looking very wary of Lulunaka in front of him, "You're much scarier than those ferocious mercenaries and knights who kill without batting an eyelid … When I think of what you might do to me, even, even I am a little scared."
He had witnessed the whole process of Padding being tortured by Lulunaka to the point where he lost all his dignity and was forced to give up his knighthood. As a villager, he had never seen Lulunaka's way of doing things, but after seeing it, he felt a little sad in his heart.
It turned out that a seemingly great knight could also be so lowly and so … pitiful, just like the villagers in his village.
Therefore, Julius was even more wary of Lulunaka, who caused Padding to end up like this.
He actually did not understand a lot of the things Lulunaka said to Padding, and the things that looked like magic tricks. But judging from the results, Lulunaka was a mysterious and scary person.
There were screaming beads, big dogs that could kill people, and parchment that could roll people up. God knew what else she would take out from her pocket.
"Am I that scary?" Seeing Julius' reaction, Lulunaka showed a bitter smile.
"I don't think I look scary. I don't have three heads and six arms, and I don't have a face full of abscesses. I am a very ordinary girl …" Lulunaka said this, and lowered her head to inspect her body, "There is no blood on my body, it is very clean."
"At this point, you still want to pretend that you are a good person, I will not believe you, scary witch."
"But I saved you, isn't that a fact?" Lulunaka asked, "Am I really a bad person?
Do you really think so? "
Julius was speechless for a moment, and then there was silence between the two.
Julius was hiding behind the tree, not knowing what to do; Lulunaka was in front of the tree, with a smile on her face, not knowing what to think.
The two people's pantomime didn't last long, and Julius came out to end it.
"If you think about it carefully, a witch like you is much better than those bastard mercenaries and knights … although you are not much better."
He scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and continued to say, his voice became small, "Thank you for saving my life … and the dry food you gave me."
Lulunaka's smile on her face became bigger, "You are really honest and frank, I am a little surprised." At this point, Lulunaka looked back at Olga and Padding.
Olga was still talking to Romuona, and Padding had already taken off his chainmail and stood aside, silent.
"Young people are more likable … you don't have to be like the great adults, turning into smelly and hard stones, which can make people angry to death." She whispered.
Julius didn't hear what Lulunaka said, and he didn't have time to care about what Lulunaka whispered.
Lulunaka threw the cross-shaped sword in her hand to Julius, Julius saw the silver-white sword coming toward him, and quickly reached out to catch it.
When he caught it, the sword almost fell from his hand to the ground.
Padding's cross-shaped sword was heavier than Julius expected, and it was a little difficult for him to hold it with both hands, let alone to wield the sword, which was even more difficult. Randomly waving the sword a dozen times was probably his limit.
Julius didn't understand, when Lulunaka held the sword, she was so relaxed and comfortable, as if she was holding a tree branch and playing with it, which gave him the illusion that the sword might be very light.
Now that he held it in his hand, he found that this was not the case, this specially shaped sword was much heavier than a dagger.
Could it be that all witches were this strong?
"Julius, you said you want to be a hero."
Lulunaka waited for Julius to hold the sword, and then continued, "Then let's start with this sword?"