Chapter 265

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Looking at the foolish boy in front of him, Abel suddenly threw Aria at his feet.

"Looking to play the hero and save the damsel? Fine, I'll give you that chance."

"See that building behind you? Push the door open, walk in, and then tell me the answer."

Aria immediately got up like a mad person, grabbed Tazmi's arm, and pleaded, "Don't listen to him, hurry and take me away! As long as I survive, you'll be my future husband. You'll inherit the nobility title of our family, and then you'll have everything you want!"

"That's right, money—I have plenty of it. Aren't you trying to earn money to change the situation in your hometown? Just take me away, and money won't be an issue."

Aria was not foolish; she could see that her survival depended entirely on this country bumpkin.

So, she absolutely couldn't let him see what was inside!

But she underestimated Tazmi.

At this point, how could Tazmi not realize something was seriously wrong with her family?

Otherwise, why would Aria try to stop him?

So, without any reluctance, he pushed away Aria, whom he had been so eager to save just moments ago. Amidst her shrill screams, he forcefully opened the grand door of the room and stepped inside.

It was quite dark inside, but with the help of the bright moonlight, he could still see clearly.

And then Tazmi's eyes widened in shock, and he stood frozen.

Inside was actually a torture chamber with a prison cell?!

Dead bodies were everywhere, battered and broken.

In the center, a naked corpse hung before his eyes, surrounded by blood-stained, terrifying torture devices, clearly having suffered torment before death.

What shook Tazmi to the core was that he recognized the corpse.

"Saya, is that you, Saya?"

Tazmi took a step closer, his face displaying utter disbelief.

Clearly, his question could no longer be answered.

"Tazmi, you have to believe me, I really did not know about this place!"

"I saved you, don't you trust me?"

Aria was still making her final struggles. She did not dare to run away alone, for that terrifying, ruthless person was right behind her.

But by this point, Tazmi could not possibly believe her words, no matter how foolish he had been.

Then, a very weak voice came from the cell next to them.

"Tazmi, is that you?"

"Eiyas?!"

Tazmi turned his head and immediately saw another companion covered in wounds.

"It's me, yes, Saya and I were both deceived by that woman."

"After eating the food she gave us, we promptly lost consciousness and woke up here."

"That woman... she tortured Saya to death while she was still alive!"

Like a cuckoo crying blood after seeing Tazmi, Eiyas seemed to have finally found hope, and with tears, he knelt on the ground.

Now, Aria could no longer deny the truth.

She simply lashed out in a tantrum, screaming, "What have I done wrong?!"

"You're just a bunch of useless country bumpkins, no different from beasts. It's my right to treat you however I want; after all, it's that woman's fault."

"She was a mere beast but had such smooth hair; way too arrogant!"

"So I gave her a proper lesson. What's wrong with that?"

"You should thank me for being able to witness such a perfect masterpiece before you."Pfft!

With a fierce pain at her waist, Aria, who was truly a beast in human skin, was bisected at the waist by Tazmi in a fit of rage!

Realizing his prior mistake, he chose to rectify it with his own hands.

Abel, witnessing this, did not stop him.

"Sorry, I was too full of myself. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to personally end her," Tazmi said.

Abel nodded, "Save those words for later, the guy you know looks like he's not going to make it."

Tazmi's expression tightened, and he immediately ran back to rescue Ieyasu from the cell.

But by now, Ieyasu was beyond help.

"He's in the terminal stage of Elberal disease, incurable."

"The lady of this place had a habit of drugging people and recording it in her diary. Before I killed all of them, I found these," Abel said as he tossed diaries and evidence of her crimes, which he had collected from the manor, in front of Tazmi.

This, undoubtedly, caused Tazmi immense grief.

Ieyasu and the deceased Sayu had been childhood friends and had planned to come to the imperial city together.

But they had been separated after an attack by night thieves on their way to the city.

Unexpectedly, their next meeting would be an eternal separation.

Ieyasu's last words before his death were, "Sayu never yielded to that ugly woman until the end. She was so cool. That's why I want to leave with style too."

While Tazmi was immersed in his sorrow, several figures arrived outside.

"Alas, there are only two living souls left in the entire manor. Could it be that all were killed by you two?"

A woman with blonde hair and an ample bosom was the first to speak.

Her gaze met the sorrowful Tazmi's.

"You?!"

"Reona, is that someone you know?" a man clad in metal armor asked.

Reona gave an awkward laugh, inadvertently giving a slight shake to her ample front, "It's a long story. I'll tell you guys about it when we get back."

"Eh? Mayne, why are you sweating?"

Mayne, who stood at 1.5 meters tall with long pink hair tied into twin tails and wearing a pale pink dress, looked gravely and said, "You know, because of the Romantic Turret, I'm extremely sensitive to 'danger.' For some reason, just one look from that guy made me feel a hair-raising chill, as if the most terrifying threat was upon me."

At those words, Reona immediately took on a serious expression.

Mayne possessed an Imperial Arms named Romantic Turret Pumpkin, a gun-shaped weapon that converted mental energy into shock waves, with its power increasing with the level of danger faced by the user.

Hence, she had an exceptionally acute sense of danger.

A beautiful girl with black hair and red eyes, holding a katana, was immediately on guard.

Abel glanced at her, or more precisely, at the Imperial Arms in her hand: Murasame, the one-hit kill weapon!

Being cut by this bewitched katana would curse the wound, leading to swift death without any known antidote.

Abel seriously doubted that he could generate antibodies against such a curse.

After all, it was not a substance of the same nature.

Even though it's called a poison, it functioned more like a curse?

Without trying, Abel was not quite sure.