Const Orphanage 26

Georgewill seemed to feel no pain as his hands tightened around Elvira's neck, causing his eyes to roll back.

Instinctively, Elvira reached for the gun at his waist, but he immediately dismissed the thought. He hadn't brought a silencer, and the gunshot would scare the children!

Suddenly, he had another flying knife in his hand, which he stabbed fiercely towards Georgewill's neck.

Georgewill didn't react or dodge. Elvira felt as if he was striking iron; the blade couldn't penetrate his defense.

At this moment, Elvira's vision began to blur, and the suffocation made him increasingly anxious. He desperately opened his mouth to breathe, panic stirring his mind into chaos.

Help! He was going to die!

What was it, exactly? Could it truly ignore all physical attacks?

Impossible! Teacher Ginger had said even Landric had a weakness. How could Georgewill not have one?

Then, where was its weakness?

Amidst severe pain, Elvira's mind replayed Georgewill's movements. It had easily turned its head, dodging the flying knife aimed at its eyes...

Its weakness was—the eyes!

Using the last of his strength, Elvira gripped the flying knives tightly and thrust them towards Georgewill's eyes with all his might!

Georgewill dodged Elvira's attack by stepping to the side, slightly loosening his grip. Seizing the opportunity, Elvira kicked towards Georgewill's chest, using the recoil to break free from his hold.

He touched his burning neck, gasping for air, as if flames were burning in his throat.

"Do you know how Landric described you?" Elvira's gaze fixed on Georgewill, his voice hoarse and weary.

Georgewill chuckled lightly, waving his arms casually as if they were undulating waves. "I am Dean's most loyal subordinate."

Elvira picked up the previously dropped flying knives from the ground and slowly stood up against the wall, his complexion pale. He pointed towards a wall not far away, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Georgewill remained unmoved, coldly staring at Elvira as if he were prey waiting to be slaughtered.

"It seems you can't read, so you don't know how he described you." Elvira said breathlessly, taking malicious pleasure, "Let me tell you, he called you his failure, intending to continue his experiments and then replace you. You are nothing but disposable trash to him."

Georgewill's eyes blazed with anger as he loudly retorted, "You're lying! Dean Austin always valued me highly; I'm his smartest and most capable child!"

Elvira slowly moved his feet, walking towards the table and leaning on it for support. Pointing at a sticky note on the wall, he spoke in a gentle tone, "Come here, let me teach you how to read."

Georgewill slowly approached, his eyes fixed on Elvira, pointing at a sticky note and cautiously asked, "What does this say?"

Elvira quietly edged towards the door, his voice calm yet tinged with coldness, "A coward who fails, that's you."

Unwilling to give in, Georgewill took a few urgent steps forward, pointing at another sticky note, "And this one?"

"A worthless illiterate, that's also you," Elvira lightly turned his hand, slowly turning the doorknob.

Georgewill's mood became explosive, stomping his feet in frustration, his small eyes wildly spinning. He stepped forward again, almost against the wall, angrily pointing at another note, "What about this one!"

"A disappointing waste, it's still you—" As Elvira finished speaking, he forcefully pushed the door open, turning to escape the room.

However, the moment he opened the door, the sight before him was astonishing. Standing at the doorway was a second Georgewill!

Georgewill opened his gaping mouth, laughing wickedly, and Elvira could even see rings of sharp teeth inside his mouth.

Elvira glanced in fear at the Georgewill inside the room.

It looked almost identical to the one at the door!

The Georgewill at the doorway stretched out a long, squishy hand, lightly tapping the Georgewill in front of the desk.

Elvira shivered uncontrollably, instinctively stepping back. He was surrounded by two Georgewills!

They stood side by side, baring their sharp teeth at Elvira, their malicious smiles reminiscent of midnight specters out for blood.

Their hands dragged softly on the ground, creating a faint noise as they brushed against the floor.

"This sneaky villain, you should die," they said in unison, moving closer with every word.

Cornered, Elvira clutched his flying knives, their cold light flickering.

One Georgewill had nearly strangled him; now with two Georgewills, what could he do?

"I am also a child of Const Orphanage! I came here when I was sixteen and left at eighteen. I came back because the outside world is filthy, and the Orphanage is the purest place!" Elvira asserted earnestly, locking eyes with the Georgewills, full of conviction. "Dean Austin is right, I want to contribute to his cause!"

"You were once here?" The Georgewills tilted their heads, examining Elvira, and in unison demanded, "Prove it!"

"The iron gate leading to the garden used to be filled with lavender, and the first table by the entrance of the cafeteria has a small hole." Elvira raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

The Georgewills turned to look at each other, seemingly communicating through their gaze.

"I can also teach you how to read, making you more valuable to Dean! You'll become more useful!" Elvira observed their reaction and added another sentence.

Suddenly, both Georgewills whipped their heads around, glaring at Elvira with venom. Elvira felt as though their gazes were dirty, repulsive hands touching his body. Their eyes swirled with endless malice, jealousy, and greed.

The Georgewill on the left suddenly leaned forward, bringing its face close to Elvira's, and hissed menacingly, "You are a cunning one, and you will hinder Dean Austin!"

Unintentionally touching Georgewill's cheek, Elvira felt a slimy sensation, like handling a rotten fish from a muddy basket at a fish market. Suppressing his disgust, he maintained eye contact with the Georgewills.

The Georgewill on the left straightened up, while the one on the right suddenly leaned in close to Elvira's side face, viciously whispering in his ear, "You will replace us, you cunning and despicable thief!"

Elvira's ear felt as if it were buried in a squirming pile of worms, the slimy sensation as if countless worms were twisting and roaming in his ear canal, touching his eardrum. This perverse, disgusting feeling was unbearable!

As the Georgewill on the right rose, the one on the left leaned in again. "You can't appear before Dean Austin!"

They swayed back and forth like pendulums, tilting towards Elvira with each statement, then straightening up again after speaking.

"We don't need your teachings!"

"Once we absorb your soul, we'll know how to read."

Both Georgewills leaned forward simultaneously, their faces pressing closely against Elvira's cheeks and ears. The two faces dramatically enlarged in Elvira's vision, becoming incredibly clear. Their features seemed to melt like wax in a flame, merging into an indistinguishable viscous mess, where eyes, noses, and mouths all blurred together.

"Join us!"

"Join us!"

"Join us!"

The two Georgewills spoke in unison, their voices carrying evil and strangeness, as if millions of fleas were frenziedly bouncing on a door.

Suddenly, Elvira slid down against the wall, his hands quickly flinging two flying knives towards their eyes. Taking advantage of the moment Georgewills dodged the flying knives, he crawled left, successfully escaping their encirclement. He rolled on the ground, then lunged towards the wardrobe! The Georgewills' four hands closely followed Elvira's body, their hands like endless silk, stretching everywhere.

Elvira lunged into the wardrobe, ignoring the pain on his body. He kicked open the right wooden panel, and just as those hands were about to enter the storage room, Elvira rushed into the storage room, turned around, and shut the wooden panel!

Bang!

The hands were shut out at the last moment, locked outside the storage room door! Elvira's hands trembled as he secured the lock.

Whew—

The storage room fell into silence, the darkness only filled with the sound of his own breathing. Elvira took a deep breath, leaning against the door to calm his racing heart. The space was cramped, and the wooden door seemed almost incapable of keeping the Georgewills at bay. But with their current speed, he couldn't possibly make it to Dean's office door in time!

What to do!