The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1163 Ch.1162 Determination and the Flaming Whip

Shandel got beaten up.

If she can't actually kill Rose, how could this girl possibly be a match for the street thief with just her fists and feet?

(Harida deliberately delayed her intervention, perhaps also because she disagreed with Xander).

all in all.

Regardless of what outlandish prophecies Enid Jutia heard or what conspiracies she was plotting, Rose believed that she had better not die—in fact, she knew that Cinder Kratofer had made the same choice (Rose just wanted to beat her up).

otherwise.

If Shandel spreads the news of the 'Nine Rings', the courtroom will soon be in chaos.

Enid Juilliard.

What is this woman thinking?
Doesn't she understand how many people would be dragged into a vortex of blood and flesh being torn apart once her secret of becoming the Undying Flame is exposed?
Rose had thought that Cinder was the most 'troublesome' one, but now it seems that wasn't the case.

Enid Jupiter…

prophecy.

The relationship between Roland Collins and her...

What the hell is this mental anchor...?

damn it.

Why am I always the busiest?
“Enid Jutia has indeed come into contact with something like a ‘prophecy’… I can’t describe it clearly to you, Shelley, your wisdom will waste too much of my time.” Sender crossed his arms and glanced at the man sitting by the fire with small candles not far away.

"I didn't hit you hard enough." Rose picked up a matchbox and threw it at her.

The cardboard box fell to Xander's cheek and was torn to shreds by a blade invisible to the naked eye.

“Have you ever thought about this, Shelley,” Sandel touched the corner of his bloodshot lips, “what if there were no you and me, no tea party, no Jam Jones, no old Collins, no Enid Judith… no, I mean, with us, but not following the fate we have today…”

This is a bit hard to understand.

Rose frowned, quietly took half a step towards the wall, and threatened in a low voice:
"You better not let me find out you're doing something bad at a crucial moment..."

“If fate takes another turn…” Shandel ignored her threat and muttered to himself, “Is old Collins still important to Roland Collins? Of course. And what about Jam Jones? I suppose so… but they… probably won’t be alive today.”

"When Roland Collins resurrects his foster mother, his uncle, Rose (who may still love him), a Cinder Kratofer who is mutually devouring each other, and some 'Cherry Chloe' who keeps loving him and causing him to lose her..."

"Shelley, do you know what the Holy Cross, the Ring of Eternal Silence, or other Crowned God factions will face?"

The woman turned around.

The snow-white hair further accentuated the deep, cold silence beyond the contours of the corridor.

"A madman who wants to drag the whole world into his 'fun country,' a true, unbridled high-level 'crime'..."

The cold sound fell on the floor, leaving patches of moss-like white frost.

At this moment.

Rose finally realized something.

The "dilemma" that Roland encountered can never be solved.

Just as she could never give up smelling those 'filths'—for the price of the path of 'fantasy,' she, Xander, and Halida had no better way out.

balanced.

Maintain the stability of Libra.

Logically, Enid Jutia's story has no flaws—but why would she risk her life to activate the Holy Grail?
Why did she insist that Roland make the choice?

Why drag yourself, Roland, the court, and so many others into the most dangerous vortex?

What on earth is she going to do?
She didn't consider anyone else's feelings even a little bit?

Rose is now starting to hate the word 'fate' too.

Along with those mystical prophecies, this old woman was no less insane than Cinderella Kratofer.

—At most, she might steal some small trinkets and cause some minor trouble, but she can't compare to these people.

I'm so annoying.

“I’ll go to Golden Island to inquire… What are you planning to do? Should I ask your grandfather?”

Rose realized she had made a fool of herself as soon as she finished speaking.

as predicted.

Shandel gave her a look that said, "I knew it."

“...I mean, artifacts that protect flesh and soul are not common.”

“Not common? No, Shelley, I assure you, you’ll be able to get the news from Golden Island,” Shandel said, seemingly certain that Rose could do it. “And… it will be soon.”

why?
Rose's little brain isn't quite up to the task.

She stole a glance at the man by the fireplace, who was gesturing wildly at the snake and telling stories, and lowered her voice slightly: "...This road is utter garbage." "You can't understand the suffering of a 'saint,' just as I can't understand why someone would like excrement, Shelley. We both have our own unspoken sufferings—about the road... Oh, should I not have said this to your face?"

Rose blushed visibly as Shandel watched her smiling gaze.

“I…I don’t know what you mean! How disgusting…Kratoffer…”

“Perhaps.” Xander blinked. “I hope you can get to Golden Island as soon as possible, starting… tomorrow night, how about that?”

Rose was taken aback: "You mean, you and Harida are just hanging around?"

Why is she the only one doing the work?

“Work? We’re just like Roland, choosing to move towards our desired future… or destiny?” Shandel stared straight at her: “I’ve already made my choice.”

she says.

“I want to see… how interesting a reckless, uncontrolled ‘fantasy’ would be… By then, I’ll have to kill Yam Jones and Pushu Collins first—how can you say I’m just sitting around doing nothing?” Shandel lowered his eyes and flicked his gun-gray nails.

"Why do you have to go crazy at a time like this?" Rose frowned.

Sender looked aggrieved: "I thought we knew each other well enough."

“…You’d better use your supposedly clever brain,” Rose warned her. “You don’t really think I wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on you, do you?”

Sender looked at her and smiled for no reason.

She took a half step forward, getting closer to Rose's curly bangs.

"...No one can stop the soul from pursuing pleasure...not even Roland Collins—unless he is pleasure itself...now...just a little short..."

Sender pinched a small distance between his thumb and forefinger.

"Just a little bit more..."

Rose looked at the woman approaching her with an indescribable expression, rubbing the hairs on her forearms, and instinctively avoided the self-destructive wrecked ship.

A bunch of lunatics.

Only I am normal.

"If Roland weren't my friend, I wouldn't—"

“If you weren’t so superficially infatuated with Roland’s face, you wouldn’t be so hostile towards me—I never have been, Shelley.” Sender ruthlessly unveiled someone’s true nature.

This infuriated Rose.

"When I met Roland, he was blind!"

“Beautiful blind lady, Miss Shelley,” Sandel added politely.

"This only proves you're more superficial than me! Fool! Roland Collins is our friend, and I would never stand idly by while a friend suffers—"

Suddenly, shouts came from the living room.

Two women poked their heads out from behind the wall.

I saw one...

A man grabbing the snake by the head and jumping around the house.

The snake's tail was lit, and amidst the blazing flames, accompanied by Roland's occasional "ah" and "hiss" from the small candles, a festive atmosphere was created.

'I told you not to stand too close to the fireplace!'

'It's you, Master—'

'Indeed, I didn't warn you sooner, but shouldn't you have some common sense?'

'It's clearly you, Master—'

'Okay, I admit I nudged you a little towards the fireplace, but I didn't actually make you fall asleep in the fire.'

'It's you, Master—!!'

'Shouldn't we be thinking about putting out the fire now?'

'Master, you—'

'To be honest, I've long harbored a unique fighting style: a flaming whip… You know I'm not exactly a master whip user, are you?'

'I'm going to find Erendira!!'

Xiandel silently withdrew his head and raised an eyebrow at the silent thief.

"...falling into pain?"

Rose felt that she, the fool, was the one who should be suffering.

Fuck your fiery whip!

Roland Collins!!

(End of this chapter)