Should I raise you too?

“Mabel!” she exclaimed in astonishment as she looked at the red-haired girl in the center.

The red-haired girl floated in mid-air, and beneath her feet, a dark cave spewed out eerie shadows.

Upon hearing Elisa's voice, she lowered her head, glanced at the blonde girl below with a puzzled look, then suddenly remembered something and smiled.

Her smile was cold and alluring, completely different from the one Elisa remembered.

“You’re not Mabel, who are you! Where is Mabel!” Elisa raised her hand, and the phantom of flames swayed in her palm.

"You don't recognize me? Elizabeth." The red-haired girl was somewhat disappointed.

Elizabeth, the name her father gave her, was changed after she arrived in the archipelago. She never expected to hear it from the mouth of a necromancer who had taken over Mabel's body!

"Who are you!" Elisa took a step forward, and the "Blood" spell unfolded around her.

The red-haired girl didn't answer. Instead, she opened her arms as if to hug someone, and hummed a lullaby as if she were coaxing a child.

Hearing that familiar song and seeing that familiar posture, Elisa's gaze wavered and her lips trembled.

She took a step back, murmuring in a daze, "Sister..."

"That's right, it's Little Lisa's favorite sister, Evangeline." The red-haired girl floated to the ground, opening her arms. "Want a hug?"

Chapter 88 My Foolish Sister

While dealing with the cloud of soul worms, Simon kept an eye on the movements below.

Miss Elisa was the one most affected by this conspiracy and this disaster.

In the game's storyline, it was from this point that Miss Elisa embarked on the path of darkness, and Eleanor and Mabel also sacrificed themselves here.

Simon did not intend to let Elisa turn to the dark side, nor did he want Eleanor and Mabel to sacrifice themselves. For this reason, he had made many preparations over the past few months.

But he wasn't entirely sure whether these preparations would be effective or whether he could reverse the tragedy.

His strength is still too weak. A second-tier superhuman is nothing more than slightly stronger cannon fodder.

The key now is Elisa; hopefully, Miss Elisa can stay clear-headed.

Simon used the "Sun Disk" ability again to cut off a small piece of the Soul Worm Cloud and put it into the backstage; these were also good things.

The "Sun Disk" is extremely spiritually draining, and only a small portion of the spiritual energy harvested from Elisa remains.

This is a battle close to that of a demigod. Because the rank is too low, the efficiency of using the "Sun Disc" is also very low, so this rate of spiritual energy consumption is still considered normal.

I had originally planned to ask Elisa for help after I had exhausted my spiritual energy, but now I don't need to.

Simon took out the "Return" pocket watch; it was now midnight.

Backstage, Elisa's spirituality was fully restored.

This pocket watch suits Mr. Simon perfectly. Kudos to Elisa!

Simon recklessly used the power of the "Sun Disk" to split the Soul Insect Cloud and store it in the background.

……

"elder sister."

Long-forgotten memories surged in Elisa's mind; she couldn't help but miss her sister's warm embrace and gentle songs.

The pressure of revenge and the grievances of being alone pushed Elisa back to fifteen years ago, back to the child who loved to cuddle with her older sister.

She quickened her pace, wanting to rush into her sister's arms.

As the distance between them grew, the longing intensified, and Mabel's face became clearer and clearer.

When she was only two steps away from her, Elisa stopped.

“What about Mabel?” Elisa asked anxiously. “How is she?”

Evangeline lowered her arms and puffed out her cheeks: "Why bring up other women's names? Isn't little Lisa enough with her sister?"

“Sister, please give Mabel back to me,” Elisa struggled. “I can reconstruct your body using puppetry techniques, or we can find another body, as long as it’s not Mabel.”

“No way.” Evangeline put her arms behind her back. “This is a body I’ve been searching for for a long time. It’s the second best in terms of compatibility.”

"Then let's find the best one!"

“That one is already gone.” Evangeline stepped forward and took Alyssa’s hand. “Besides, she gave me this body willingly, I didn’t force her.”

"Voluntary?" Elisa asked, bewildered.

Evangeline pointed to the side: "Look, that's her father. The ceremony that resurrected me was held by them."

Elisa looked in the direction she was pointing and, sure enough, saw Baron Percy's body.

Elisa's resolve wavered as she thought about the contents of the "journal".

On her coming-of-age ceremony, Mabel ran away from home with her valet, claiming it was due to the pressure of inheriting the family business.

Elisa thought back to the night before, when she, Eleanor, and Mabel were lying on the carpet chatting, and she said she wanted to leave the manservant to Mabel, but Mabel refused and gave him to Eleanor instead.

Finally, Elisa remembered a question Huang Men had asked her: 'Was Mabel happy and cheerful for almost half the time?'

Mabel had known about the ceremony for a long time, and she had long understood her fate. All along, she had just pretended to be heartless.

“She’s my friend!” Elisa refused to accept it.

"Be good, listen to me," Evangeline hugged Elisa and gently rubbed her head. "I'll make it up to you, little Lisa. How about I give you ten friends? You can tell me what kind of friends you want."

Her words were gentle, her embrace warm, and Elisa grew increasingly weary, longing to fall asleep in her sister's arms.

But Mabel...

"Rock, rock, little child, rock, rock, sleep peacefully. Little child, how can we protect you? We can only sing softly for you: Rock, sleep, poor child..."

The familiar lullaby began to play; it was her favorite song from childhood, one she always pestered her sister to sing to her.

The song carries a tranquil dream that envelops Elisa.

She slowly closed her eyes.

"Elisa, Mabel?"

Eleanor's voice suddenly came, and Elisa opened her eyes, briefly regaining consciousness.

Evangeline raised her hand, looked at Eleanor, and put her index finger to her lips: "Shh, little Lisa is going to sleep."

In the black cave at the center of the ceremony, the spirits of the old dynasty, the souls sealed underground, transformed into the undead, bursting out of the ground one by one, emitting painful howls, and rushing towards Eleanor.

Evangeline continued patting Elisa's back, abandoning the soothing rhythm and humming the chorus in a somber tone:

"The mad king, burning with rage, issued an order tonight for his soldiers to kill all the young children before him."

"Poor child, I will sing for you—rock, sleep, happy child."

Eleanor used the necklace's power to banish all the undead. The melody of the song drifted through the underground space. She gripped the necklace tightly, looking uneasily at her unfamiliar friend.

“You’re not Mabel, who are you! Let go of Alyssa!” she demanded sharply.

The red-haired girl, holding the sleeping Elisa, floated into the air: "Heh, how rude of you. I am Elizabeth's sister, Evangeline Scarlett."

“Elizabeth? Evangeline?” Eleanor asked blankly.

“Elizabeth, Evangeline…” Lady Necklace murmured, the most important fragment of memory finally being pieced together, her fragmented memories rapidly reconstructing.

“Little Lisa is already asleep,” the red-haired girl said with a smile. “Come and play with her again next time!”

“Now is not the time to sleep.” Simon grabbed a rope and slid down from above.

He raised his hand, and the dazzling sunlight shone in his palm, illuminating the entire space. The red-haired girl cried out in surprise as the light stung her unstable spirit.

At the same time, the light also dispelled the "sleeping" spell on Elisa.

Elisa opened her eyes, her confused mind instantly clearing, and she quickly pushed the red-haired girl away.

"You're not my sister, who are you?!" Elisa flung her hand, sending a string of blood droplets flying at her opponent.

'Evangeline' raised her hand, and a cloud of soul worms blocked the blood droplet, instantly dissipating half of the soul worms.

"How cruel, little Lisa, to treat your own sister so badly."

“You’re not her! She couldn’t have said those words, she couldn’t have been so cruel!” Elisa stepped back and joined Eleanor and Simon.

Simon took the opportunity to turn the "Return" pocket watch, which had just exhausted his spirituality.

“I am Evangeline,” the red-haired girl raised her hand and began to recount Elisa’s secrets, “I know that little Elisa likes hugs, I know that little Elisa likes her favorite songs, I know that little Elisa is timid but loves ghost stories, I know that little Elisa loves her mother but is too afraid to get close to her…”

"Knowing so much, how could I not be Evangeline?" The red-haired girl tilted her head. "I know that in Lisa's memory, my sister is a kind and gentle person, but Lisa should understand now, right? There are no truly good people in this world. I am a kind and gentle sister, but only as a sister."

Elisa wavered. She wanted to refute and deny the other person's identity, but what the other person said were things only her sister knew.

Could it be, as she said, that the gentle and beautiful older sister in her memory was just a one-sided fantasy?

Simon glanced at Elisa, then at Eleanor's chest; he was looking at the necklace.

He used the "Forest Door" to replenish the "Necklace Lady" with so much spirituality, how could she still not regain her memories ahead of time?

“You are not Evangeline,” Lady Necklace’s voice rang out, “you are Alysander!”

The red-haired girl narrowed her eyes, staring at the necklace on Eleanor's chest: "Heh, what nonsense are you talking about? If I were Alysander, how would I know about Evangeline?"

"Because you stole my body and my memories fifteen years ago, Alysander!" The sapphire necklace cracked and shattered.

A pale blue spirit appeared in the air, looking gently at Elisa: "Although you always pester me to sing that song, I never sing the chorus. Long time no see, Elisa."