quicksilver blood

Chapter 437 Helga's Choice
"Good morning, Kakarit."

When Kakarit finished his daily morning prayer and went out, he happened to see Helga sitting in the living room eating breakfast slowly.

It was three days ago that Marquis Saya was killed by the Man in the Iron Mask.

And yesterday, under the protection and auspices of Kakarite, the marquis' funeral was quickly completed.His body was buried under a tree in the backyard of the Marquis Mansion after the farewell ceremony.

This is Helga's insistence.She insisted that the funeral be held as soon as possible, even if it was attended only by locals and neighbors.Helga also insisted on burying the body of the Marquis of Saya in the cemetery at home.

Both of these things are well understood.The body of the Marquis of Saya was shattered, and the internal organs almost turned into muddy water.Even if the body is preserved with such a degree of injury, it can only last for a few days at most.If he is not buried as soon as possible, his body will soon rot and swell, completely losing the demeanor that a nobleman should have.As a nobleman, no matter what, the body of the Marquis of Saya could not be buried in a mass grave outside the city.Kakarit and Helga even threw a pit in the backyard to accommodate his coffin.

Because of the sacred nature of the matter, no one other than the funeral director and blood relatives is allowed to do this work.

At that time, Kakarit already wanted to help Helga.But Helga was very persistent in wanting to help, even if it was just to share some tasks.Considering Helga's feelings, Kakarit did not insist.

It's not a matter of digging a small hole.Even if you choose a thin burial, at least a three-meter deep pit must be dug to ensure that the coffin will not rot due to rain.Even with Kakarit's help, it would be too cruel for a child as young as Helga to dig the ground with a shovel to bury his biological father.

However, Helga had no complaints.

For a whole day, Helga pursed her lips tightly, waved the shovel, and said nothing.Tears rolled in her blue eyes, which were full of haze.

But at night, Kakarit heard the faint sound of suppressed crying in Helga's room.He wanted to go there three times to have a look, but in the end he didn't move.

After all, going to a room of a member of the opposite sex late at night is not the work of a priest.Although Helga is still a child, she is also a future Marquis.The responsibilities she shouldered were already the standards of an adult.That being the case, there seems to be nothing wrong with treating her like an adult.

Under Kakarit's gaze, Helga grew rapidly.

Only two days had passed since the death of the Marquis, and the innocence in Helga's eyes had almost burned out.The thick haze dyed her pure blue pupils, which were originally more beautiful than the lake, into a deep dark blue.

After the sun rose and the funeral began, Helga's dignified black mourning dress appeared. The light black gauze skirt and black belt around the waist made this teenage girl look a bit charming.

Kakarit remembers Helga's reaction at the time.

Her face was pale, and there was deep sorrow and pain in her eyes.But she didn't cry from the beginning to the end. Instead, those who had nothing to do with the Marquis of Saya cried.

They held Helga's hands, and babbled about the story of the Marquis of Saya during his lifetime, their remembrance of the Marquis and the sadness of his death, and they clung to Helga's heart as they talked. hands, weeping uncontrollably.And Helga came over to pat them on the back and comfort them—I don't know who was going to comfort whom.

At that time, an absurd sense of dislocation made Kakarit at a loss for what to say.

But at the same time, there was another thing that Kakarit could not ignore.

—When the funeral was held, Helga's neckline was decorated with a silver and white cross as an ornament.

This was a gift given to her by Kacarit on the night the Marquis died. It was attached with the magic spell of calming the mind and sleeping, which could relieve her painful and tense spirit and facilitate falling asleep.

However, Helga also wore it at the funeral of the Marquis, and the meaning was different.

Because it was almost dusk when the funeral was completely over, Kakarit did not ask Helga that night.

Helga was already quite tired, exhaustion, pain, and grief had almost completely overwhelmed her, and Kakarit thought it necessary to at least give the poor child a little time to rest.

And now, Kakarit thinks it’s time for him to ask this question——

"Cross...?"

Helga swallowed the grilled fish slowly, and stared at Kakarit with those beautiful and charming dark blue eyes. At that time, Kakarit felt a strange feeling.

"Yes, Miss Helga. I don't mean, of course, that such conduct is wrong, but I consider it ill-advised at least..."

"No, it's not. It's just part of the deal."

Helga smiled slightly, raised her hands to support her chin, squinted her eyes slightly and looked at Kakarit who was gradually approaching, with long fluffy pink hair hanging on her back.

A strand of curly pink hair fell from her ear, and Helga lifted it up with her hand.That hair-lifting movement was full of extraordinary charm, and even Kakarit couldn't help paying attention.

However, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Pastor."

Helga smiled slightly, there was no sadness in her eyes, only a stagnant silence: "This is a deal between your god and me."

"...A mentor?"

"Exactly."

Helga nodded slightly and admitted without hesitation.

After thinking for a while, she slowly opened her mouth: "According to the vague contract, I will give my complete loyalty to His Royal Highness Roland, assist him in completely destroying the beliefs of the old world, and pave the way for the return of the saint...in exchange for An alternative wish."

"A wish to choose one or the other..."

A creepy sense of foreboding sent a chill down Kakarit's back.

His incomparably familiar divine power surged out from the familiar but even stranger girl in front of him.Although Helga made a deal with the mentor and sold her loyalty to Roland under the witness of the mentor, Kakarit was completely worried about her.

—Where does this look like a priest?It's more like a follower of the devil!

...Although Kakarit also knows that the devil itself is the mentor's subordinate. The concepts of "power at a price" and "sacrifice" belong to the authority of the mentor, so there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

"That's right, choose one of the two."

Helga showed a sweet smile to Kakarit: "Resurrection of father, or kill the murderer. A very fair deal."

　The real title of this chapter: Pink hair turns black when cut...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)