Colonial Suit

In the rain, the twin siblings were freezing and watched the scene before them with pain.

They knew what would happen next…

Krami would take them into the back room and take out two syringes. When she tried to inject the twin siblings, they would strike.

It was a strike born of extreme fear. The twin siblings displayed strength far beyond their usual level, and in an instant, they cut Krami in half. Krami fell before them, her blood staining the ground red.

The two syringes fell in front of the twin siblings, shattering into pieces…

But… this was not the real ending.

Because Krami had never intended to harm the twin siblings. Those two syringes were not poison, but a high-level exchange item from the mercenary branch at the time, the pinnacle of mystics, the 'Misfortune Transfer Potion'. Using this potion would not harm the host, but would transfer the host's misfortune to the caster until the host's life ended.

It could be said that this was a miraculous potion that only mercenaries who had reached the pinnacle of mystics could create.

It turned out that Krami didn't want to hurt the twins, she just wanted to free them from misfortune.

This was her maternal love…

No one knew that Krami was actually a mother who had lost her child. In her lonely years, she had been wallowing in pain, which gradually drove her heart mad and extreme, leading her to do many inhumane things. But when she met the twin siblings, she truly treated them like her own children.

Because the twin siblings looked exactly like Viskri.

Living and training with the twin siblings every day made Krami feel as if she had returned to those early years. It was as if she was living with Viskri again. This made her feel better and gradually woke her up from her madness. When she clearly realized that this was not a dream, she knew she had to do something.

She couldn't lose the twins again; she couldn't go back to those cold, lonely days.

So, every so often, she desperately took on missions, using bloody contribution points to finally exchange for these two Misfortune Transfer Potions from the mercenary branch. And she planned to use herself as a vessel to transfer the twins' misfortune.

Originally, she planned to use them on the twin siblings today, and her excuse for leaving was just to avoid the twins and secretly destroy this third secret room.

Because she no longer needed this secret room. Living with the twin siblings had awakened her from the darkness.

The third secret room was a product of her memories in her lonely years, a tool she used to create 'Viskri'. In those dark and cold years, Krami would buy children from the seventh world every so often and transform them into Viskri's appearance. But the fake was still fake. Nothing could replace her own child, so the dolls in the third secret room became more and more numerous, and Krami became more and more painful.

Until she met the twins.

The twins' innocence and dependence made her feel as if she had seen her own child again. So, she cherished them as if they were a treasure, and to keep this precious divine grace, she would not allow any accidents to happen.

But she never expected to encounter the twin siblings here.

In the illusion, Krami lay in a pool of blood, feeling her life force draining away, but still wearing a gentle smile. "I… didn't expect… it would end like this…"

"I'm sorry… for scaring you…"

"Master Krami…" The twin siblings wailed. They finally understood that Krami didn't want to hurt them. Otherwise, with Krami's meteor-level strength, she could have killed them with a flick of her wrist.

But it was too late now. Krami had been severely injured by them, and there was no way to save her… In the pool of red blood, the two potions flowed quietly, emitting a sapphire-like luster.

That was maternal love, the future that Krami had bought for the twin siblings with all her savings.

In this desperate atmosphere, Krami didn't want to hide anything anymore, so she explained her past to the twin siblings one by one. Seeing her increasingly pale face, the twin siblings finally realized how big of a mistake they had made.

"Don't be sad…" Seeing the twins' grief, Krami revealed a satisfied smile. She reached out her blood-stained hand and gently smoothed Bomi's golden hair, then said calmly, "This is not your fault… Maybe… this is fate… a punishment for my sins."

"It's just… I can't be with you anymore… You must… be strong…"

"Leave… here. Only by leaving… can you find a new future…"

"Master Krami…" The twin siblings couldn't hold back the sadness in their hearts any longer and cried loudly. They were so sad, so desperate, as if they had lost the most precious thing in their lives.

In their cries, Krami's breath became weaker and weaker, but she always maintained a gentle smile. Her fingers slid through the twins' golden hair, and finally, her lips twitched a few times.

"Could it be… at this time… you still want to call me master?"

"What a… pity…"

The next moment, the illusion shook violently, and everything disappeared…

No secret room, no young twin siblings, and no cold castle. In the rain, only the painful Bomi stood silently.

The illusion had allowed them to relive that painful experience. They had failed to say the title that Krami wanted to hear, and Krami had died before their eyes. Cold fingers slid from their golden hair and finally landed in the red pool of blood…

The blood rain began to fall heavily again. The cold air enveloped the surroundings, causing the twin siblings to tremble involuntarily.

Rainwater dripped from the twin siblings' golden hair. Bomi was silent and gently hugged Mia.

"Sister… did we do something wrong?"

"I don't know, brother," Mia replied softly, staring blankly at the sky.

They were so confused, so confused. In this boundless rain, it seemed like they would never be able to leave, repeatedly recalling the past pain and torment, and accepting the soul's questioning in the cold blood rain.

Krami was their last master, and the only woman who had brought them warmth and care.

Although Krami herself had quirks and madness, and had done so many inhumane things, she was the only one who had truly treated the twins sincerely and had never harmed them from beginning to end. In the twins' cruel childhood, she was the only sunshine.

But she still died, with regret and self-blame, unable to avoid the twins' curse of misfortune.

Her death might be a relief for herself, but for the twins, it was an eternal pain in their hearts.

Because… they had personally killed the person they loved most.

Was there anything more painful than this? Or was this the twins' curse of misfortune? Could they never escape it?

Standing in the cold blood rain, Mia felt so cold, as if even her heart had been frozen. Witnessing herself personally killing the person she loved most, the pain was unimaginable. Mia even felt that dying immediately would be a relief.

And what frightened her even more was that such a thing would happen countless times. Was their future still connected to misfortune?

"Brother…" In the blood rain, Mia heard her voice so ethereal, like a ghost.

"We… maybe we have to make a choice…"

"Sister?" Bomi raised her head and looked at Mia in surprise, not knowing why Mia would say such a thing. A choice… choose what?

"Choose fate." Mia stretched out her white palm, caught a few drops of blood rain, and then gently licked it.

"Being with Blood瞳 brother for so long, we are about to forget our identities… forget… the blood curse we bear."

"This rain is reminding us. No matter where we go, we are the twins of misfortune who came out of Bohemia, and those who approach us will be cursed."

"Sister!" Bomi's eyes widened suddenly, and she immediately understood what Mia wanted to say.

"No!"

"Don't say any more! I don't want to hear it!"

"But if you don't listen, can you pretend you don't know?" Mia lowered her head and gently kissed Bomi. The red blood rain flowed between their lips… staining their snow-white necks red.

After a long time, Mia released Bomi, and at this time, Bomi's lips had been bitten by her.

The blood rain seeped into Bomi's wound, bringing her a slight pain.

"Remember the taste of this rain, brother," Mia gently held Bomi's face and whispered. "Because it is fate. No matter how much you don't want to admit it, how much you struggle, you can't get rid of its entanglement. From the day we were born, until we die…"

"But…" Bomi struggled, trying to break free from Mia's embrace. "But we have already killed many people… We have collected a lot of blood. If we do this, can't we lift that damn curse? Sister, we are no longer cursed, are we? Tell me, is it true?"

At this moment, Bomi was so desperate, so crazy, as if by shouting like this, she could gain spiritual relief and truly get rid of that illusory curse. It was a pity that no matter how she struggled, Mia still held her tightly, preventing her from breaking free.

"Don't lie to yourself anymore…" Mia gently stroked Bomi's golden hair, but the words she spoke were so cold and ruthless.

"We can never get rid of it. The so-called relief is just a self-deceiving fantasy. Unless… we die…"

"Then let's die!"

Bomi said suddenly, a crazy look flashing in her eyes. "I kill you, and then let you kill me. Won't we have to harm people anymore? Can't we be with Blood瞳 brother forever? If that's the case, why don't we go die?"

As she said that, Bomi raised her right hand, and countless silver threads stretched out madly…

In the sky, a thunderclap…

The next moment, countless silver threads, like a chaotic storm, swept the rain and cut towards the two of them…