Calamity Crown

but,

Can't do it!

In the thick crimson envelope, a pair of soul-stirring eyes were staring at him, filled with the purest killing intent.

He can't do anything.

Even the tornado of raging flames and sword energy in his hand couldn't be cut off.

He froze in place.

Do not!

To be precise, it was his 'slow speed' that made him think he was frozen in place.

He saw Goethe in scarlet appearing in front of him.

He saw Goethe lift his leg up.

But he can't do anything.

boom!

The pain beyond imagination spread from the lower abdomen to the whole body.

and……

More than once!

Goethe's pussy kick was too fast, almost a dozen times of kicks melted into a muffled sound.

puff!

It's not just chicken flying and egg breaking.

Dilkmore's lower abdomen and even his entire body were torn open.

And until then—

"you are too slow!"

Only then did Goethe's voice rang in Dilkmore's ears.

However, the dying head of the former "Knights of the Rose" could do nothing, only Goethe's ever-growing soles remained in his eyes.

boom!

Dirk Mo's head, which had been split in two, was crushed to pieces.

But Goethe couldn't confirm that the other party was really dead.

He raised his foot and stomped on it.

The flames in his hands continued to burn even more.

This scene was seen by the Grand Duke and Simlai Ke who arrived in an instant.

The two nodded approvingly.

Both agreed that Goethe was right.

Especially Simlai Ke handed Goethe a bundle of explosives.

Seeing Goethe sticking the ignited explosives on Dirkmore's body, the Grand Duke shook his head secretly.

It's not that he regrets Dilkmore's death.

For this kind of guy who dared to attack his family, the Grand Duke wanted to light the sky lantern on him.

It was George VI who the Grand Duke really lamented.

That rascal……

"Should be successful, right?"

"This smoke bomb is indeed deceptive!"

Thinking about it, the Grand Duke turned around and waved to Enmulai Ke who had just arrived from a distance.

"Go to the Fabers."

"Tell them that Dirkmo's assassination of Goethe was solved by Sim."

"Now demand compensation from them."

"Including but not limited to Jinke, Secret Technique, etc.—Come Sim, you follow."

"understand!"

Emily Ke immediately nodded.

Simlai Ke acted as a bodyguard and quickly followed.

Both of them understood that what their father did was to let the northern border take over.

As for Fabol denial?

The [-]-meter flame sword energy tornado appeared first.

Everyone saw it.

This cannot be denied.

Of course, some people may actually deny it.

For this kind of people who open their eyes and talk nonsense, the Grand Duke always thinks that the eyes of the other party can be closed forever.

And the Ke family thought so too.

Therefore, Simlai Ke needs to keep up.

"Goethe, how do you feel?"

The Grand Duke looked at Goethe with concern.

"not bad."

Goethe, who had already lifted the [Blood Burning] and [Bloodthirsty] states, said with a smile.

That powerful feeling, the sense of loss that disappeared in an instant, made him quite uncomfortable, but the character he had honed in the club in his 'hometown' for a long time allowed him to restrain himself enough.

not to mention--

"Goethe, grill fish! Grill fish!"

Sheila picked up two small fish and kept waving them.

"too small."

"It's not enough to eat at all."

Goethe commented.

"But we can use them as bait!"

"Then, you can use them to catch bigger fish!"

"Then, catch bigger and bigger fish with bigger fish!"

"Then……"

Sheila said seriously.

Goethe looked at Sierra.

After Sheila said that they could make a fortune by fishing, Goethe confirmed it.

Sheila is even more stupid!

"Is it because of the state just now?"

Goethe guessed.

The Grand Duke on the side gestured to him.

"Well, you're right."

"Then you go fishing first."

"I'll wait for you here."

Goethe said so.

"it is good!"

Sheila rushed to the beach enthusiastically.

The Grand Duke looked at Sheila's back, lowered her voice, and said, "Sheila's current state is extremely special. The 'baptism' she experienced should be the oldest one."

"Oldest?"

Goethe frowned.

"Where did our ancestors get the 'baptism' method?"

"Witch?!"

"Sheila chose the 'witch' method of baptism?"

Goethe was taken aback.

"Ah."

"But not quite."

"Sheila's teacher, that old bastard still has a bottom line. He found this baptism method in a certain ruin. It has been modified and it has become a lot gentler."

The Archduke explained.

"Gentle? So stupid?"

Goethe frowned even tighter.

"almost."

"If the original version is followed, there is a high probability that Sheila will become bloodthirsty—the bad reputation of 'witch' is not a fiction."

"Of course, such a change is not perfect."

"It not only prolongs Sheila's 'baptism' time, but also makes Sheila become unstable occasionally."

The Archduke explained.

However, this did not make Goethe frowned.

On the contrary, there was a trace of coldness in Goethe's eyes.

The Grand Duke was keenly aware of the difference in his nephew.

He patted Goethe hard on the shoulder.

"Not as bad as you think."

"That guy won't do something like using people as test subjects—when he discovered the incomplete baptism ceremony, Shila was in the ceremony!"

"what?"

This time Goethe couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

"He discovered this ritual in the ruins, right?"

"That Sheila?"

"Sheila is in the ruins, and she looks like a baby."

"The old bastard searched around for a long time, but he couldn't find Shila's parents, nor did he find anything about Shila's life experience, so he had to adopt Shila."

"And after discovering Shila's abnormality, I began to think of ways to make Sheila grow up healthily."

"In general……"

"not bad."

The Grand Duke commented, looking towards the seaside.

Goethe also looked at Shira.

At this time, Shira hesitated by the sea.