The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 481 Ch.480 'Salvation'

Roland was blocked in the room by Marilyn.

When did she come back?

He heard no sound.

"You're looking at my lab logs, aren't you?"

The woman had a gloomy expression on her face. She stepped on the carpet step by step, approaching the boy who had retreated to the corner.

at this time.

Both of them heard heavy footsteps.

Like the beats of an intense musical phrase, they rushed over on the creaking stairs with a thump-thump sound.

"…Mother."

The pale-faced girl soon appeared at the door.

In his hand he held a small single-shot rifle.

"Oh? You're going to treat your mother like this? Shandel, my daughter, look, I've brought you--"

When she turned around, holding the knife and was about to go towards Xiandel, the girl decisively pulled the trigger.

boom!
The flames spurting out of the muzzle sent out a thin line of bullet, which went straight through Marilyn's nose and the back of her head, bringing out some gray tissue and several densely packed black worms.

Keep going.

Pass through the painting.

Embedded in the wall.

“…Xandel Kratofer!!”

The woman whose back of the head was half smashed screamed sharply! Her face was shattered like a spider web, and her crisp skin could no longer withstand the growing and restless swarm of insects in her body!
She broke apart in front of her two children.

The whole person shattered on the carpet, turning into a black swamp made of worms.

With one arm hanging down, Shandel deftly reached over them and grabbed Roland's arm.

"Follow me! Roland!"

she says.

…………

……

The dream began to shake.

Shandel's room was no longer as quiet as usual.

The walls ooze black liquid, just like the dreamer's mind.

The two children overturned the cabinets, tables and chairs, blocked the door, and sat on the carpet.

Shandel's wrist was broken by a bullet, and he was gasping for breath, with flashes of pain visible from time to time.

Her grey hair became lighter, as did the colour in her skin.

She was almost like a cracked long-necked porcelain vase that had been glued together and could no longer withstand the rudeness of its owner.

"Escape through my window, Roland."

The girl's chest heaved; the brief gunshot had almost exhausted all her strength.

"Run away, Roland." She urged in a low voice: "I still have two bags of money. Take them and run!"

Roland just leaned quietly against the foot of the bed, side by side with Chandel, in silence.

That response is rejection.

Shandel thought he didn't believe it, or, like the previous servants, he was always unable to make correct and decisive judgments in times of danger.

"Listen to me, Roland!"

Shandel grabbed Roland's wrist with the hand that could still move, and a faint white mist covered his blue eyes.

"listen to me."

"My mother is crazy..."

"I originally thought she would never do such a thing again..."

"run."

"As long as you run away, she won't look for you..."

Roland saw worry and pain, sadness and anxiety in her eyes. These emotions were not seen in the eyes of the grown-up Shandel.

She suffered so much torture as a child that when she grew up, she had to survive by piercing others and then piercing herself.

"You are not a naturally evil monster, Shandel."

Roland said softly.

"You are not born bad."

For monsters, this is an inherent flaw.

But Roland is willing to "tolerate" such flaws, in the past and even more so in the future.

“The Father of All has not shown mercy to His believers who need it, and neither has your mother.”

Roland raised his arms, embraced the thin girl, and gently kissed her forehead as she looked puzzled: "Well... I hope that after you wake up, you won't blame me for 'spying' on your past secrets... I shouldn't, right?" Obviously.

What did Shandel's mother do to her.

During that long childhood, she tried every possible way to make her daughter a bad person, and her heart was filled with anger and malice.

The mental and perhaps physical pain inflicted taints an unsuspecting soul.

then.

An accident happened.

Maybe Bishop Gary Kratov stepped in, maybe it was Mr. Hurt, or some other ritualist.

Someone intervened and prevented Marilyn Kratov's ritual from being completed, and she was unable to 'suck' her daughter's qualifications - this allowed Chandel to retain the qualifications and open the door to the mysterious world amid people's praise.

But the soul, which had been abused by the mother throughout childhood and had long been twisted and deformed, could never return to its former state.

Her talents may be due to her mother, but she will never be grateful.

This was also the reason why she always made Roland feel "destroyed" - the twisted emotion of wanting to destroy others and also longing for someone to destroy herself.

"…Maybe I should just wake you up."

Roland didn't know what this secret meant to Shandel: perhaps he shouldn't have snooped into her dreams and her unbearable memories of the past out of curiosity.

"It's time to get up, Shandel Kratov."

"…Roland?" The girl didn't understand and shrank her neck in fear. "…Are you okay?"

"I said, it's time to get up."

Roland raised his hand and grabbed her neck.

Use a little bit of force.

He met the increasingly frightened blue with his golden eyes.

Try harder.

"I am not your servant, Shandel."

"I am Roland Collins, the Inquisition's Executor. Your unrelenting torturer, whipping, slapping, biting and insulting." Roland leaned close to her lips, then to her ear. He whispered like a seductive and depraved monster in a story:
"You are a girl who is well versed in shaking and waves, a ruthless thorn and slime, and a flesh-and-blood painter who is proficient in cruelty and indifference."

"We work under Fernandez de Winson to bring justice to the cultists and the xenomorphs."

"We have been together through life and death, and gradually become inseparable..."

Roland gently stroked the girl's ear with an irreparable tone:

"We are in a dream, Shandel, my lament."

"We are in your dream..."

"Time to wake up, Miss Vicious."

The fog that covered my eyes gradually receded.

The azure blue gem reweaves the original mood of the soul owner.

She gave up struggling and instead raised her head, trying to put her fragile neck into Roland's palm, letting him hold it firmly, tighten it, and let him use more force so that he could strangle it in one go.

"I thought there would be a kiss."

The girl in his arms, with a charming smile, blinked.

Roland relaxed his hand and tapped her forehead.

"Have it already."

He pushed the girl's gray hair away from her face and smiled gently.

The light that pierced through the black fog was exactly the sun that Xiandel was waiting for. No other star could emit such a temperature that made her feel like burning herself.

"I want to sleep in your arms for a while."

The girl did not accept the hint of Roland's arm. Instead, she snuggled into his arms, found a comfortable position, and held the boy's chin and face with both hands, stroking his nose, eyes and eyebrows.

"You're like a savior, Roland."

The gray-haired girl laughed foolishly: "How could you bypass our God and give it to me privately when the Father of All Things did not give me mercy..."

In the difficult time and dangerous cave, the girl kept asking the boy for answers.

"Tell me what you are doing here, Roland."

She was like a child who grew up overnight after learning this sentence, repeating it over and over again.

"tell me."

"What are you doing here?"

"Hurry up and tell me..."

"What are you doing here?"

She lay on the life raft and asked about its function.

Roland was happy to accompany her.

"I'm here to save you, Shandel."

He said.

(End of this chapter)