122. Taking Her Warmth
Holsey’s heart skipped a beat.
The one blocking her was none other than her own sister, Delsey.
Her cotton-padded jacket had vanished, replaced by an outfit resembling reptile bone claws, covering her chest and bare waist. Bone leg rings adorned the beautiful lines of her thighs, her fair skin devoid of any blood, yet still delicate and breathtakingly beautiful. She resembled Holsey in many ways, but was more mature and full-figured. After her transformation into an undead, she actually appeared even more alluring. Her long hair had turned snow-white, and her pupils glowed with a faint, pale light.
The baby she held to her chest was a memento she had given her sister last year.
—She was still wearing it.
“Sister… damn it, what have you done, you despicable necromancer!”
“Isn’t it interesting?”
The Necrolord looked on with amusement.
“After the battle is over, even if you win, will you have a chance to defeat me, the Lord of the Undead?”
“You damned, despicable villain…”
Holsey’s hand, holding the short sword, trembled uncontrollably.
“Yes, whether you win or lose, you will be reunited with your sister.”
“Shut up!”
Holsey leaped into the sky again, and at the same time, Delsey also jumped, parallel to her.
Their short swords clashed again, but this time, Delsey had the upper hand.
The two powerful magic forces collided, and the shockwave sent them both flying to the same spot… Now, all the orcs had fled, and it seemed that only Holsey and her sister were left in the entire world.
The still-burning bonfire and oil lamps were the only sources of light. Holsey stood up, looked at her sister, and said fiercely:
“She actually preserved your magic power…”
“Don’t listen to her. Let’s talk, sister?”
“Damn it, damn it, damn it…”
Seeing her sister’s worried expression, Holsey almost broke down.
It took her a long time to accept the reality before her… Delsey had also been transformed.
Her memory suddenly stopped at the early morning a few days ago, the moment her sister had woken her up…
Delsey’s warm smile was forever frozen, shattered, replaced by the bloodless, undead Delsey standing before her.
Before her!
Holsey suddenly realized the problem, and with a leap, she created distance between herself and Delsey.
This was Delsey’s signature illusion magic!
“Sister…”
“Why are you using the treasure the Beast King gave you?”
But what shocked Holsey was that although her voice was a little dull, she still retained her feelings for her… there was no mistake.
Her gentle voice even gave Holsey a sliver of hope, but thinking of what the Werewolf King had said, and the constantly fleeing team members beside her, she mustered her courage and pointed her knife at her own sister, Delsey.
“I’ve seen enough of your illusions!”
For some reason, she felt a pang in her heart, and the short sword pointing at Delsey also trembled slightly.
But Delsey showed no intention of fighting…
Her ears drooped slightly, her tail stopped wagging, and she looked very sad.
“He’s using you to exhaust your life force, to prevent you from resisting him… that damned person, do you really think he’s a true king? Even his power was stolen from the Goddess of Light.”
“Damn it…”
“We’re being used.”
“You’re not Delsey!”
Holsey cursed angrily.
But in an instant, Delsey almost teleported in front of Holsey and cupped her cheek.
“Is that so? But you still subconsciously accepted my illusion… just like we used to?”
“Get away!”
Holsey pushed her sister’s hand away and took a few steps back, but her reaction wasn’t as strong as before.
Her stockings were torn by the sharp blade, and blood flowed out. Seeing this, her sister summoned a wisp of white flame and healed the wound for her.
Holsey lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.
“The God Slaying Society doesn’t deserve to lead us. The only one who can guide us is the Goddess. Remember, our cat-folk were once believers of the Goddess of Light… We only compromised to survive.”
Delsey took her sister’s hand again, and now, Holsey had completely lost the will to resist.
Actually, she didn’t hear anything she said.
Her heart was racing, and the sliver of hope was slowly turning into trust.
“Are you really Delsey? No…”
The fragments of memories of her sister in her mind were gradually merging with the woman before her.
Holsey was about to cry.
She took out the pistol from her waist, loaded with the strongest ammunition carried by the Werewolf King, an attack that was said to have almost killed Kritz on the spot.
If at this distance, she could definitely kill Delsey, not even a corpse would be left.
Holsey pointed the pistol at Delsey’s lower abdomen, but her sister caressed her chin with both hands… When a cat-folk was caressed like this, they would also purr.
“At worst, we’ll die together…”
“Sister?”
Delsey shook her head.
“You won’t shoot, sister…”
“Who gave you the courage, Delsey!” Holsey’s eyes welled up with tears.
“Was it the Necrolord, or were you always like this?”
“I’m still the same me as before.”
Her sister said with a gentle smile.
“And you’re still the same sister as before. You’re kinder than anyone else. Every innocent soul that passes, you will grieve for them.”
“Damn it… you think I don’t dare to shoot!” Holsey gritted her teeth.
“I don’t want to see my gentle sister being toyed with by those people,” her sister seemed not to have heard her and continued to emphasize.
“Damn it…”
“You said that no matter what we became, we would always be together, right?”
“I…”
Gradually, Holsey’s hand loosened, and the pistol finally fell to the ground with a “thud.”
Holsey gave up.
The team members had all fled… and the Necrolord hadn’t pursued them.
Sacrificing myself is enough.
“Come on, sister.”
Holsey knelt on the ground, her short sword falling to the ground. But Delsey held her in an emergency.
“I lost…”
“Turn me into one of you.”
She said in self-deprecation.
Yes, there was no reason to persist anymore.
There was no need for a life-or-death struggle with her sister.
Holsey comforted herself.
Delsey didn’t answer. She caressed her sister’s head as before and rubbed her ears.
Her sister had given up.
But in her heart, she had long since acknowledged that Delsey was still alive.
“I’m still me, and you’re still my sister.”
Gradually, Holsey let out a rhythmic purr, and her inner defenses completely collapsed. Her body went limp, and she lay on her sister’s chest, breathing in the sweet air of corruption.
“Sister… it’s so good that you’re okay… so good… sob, sob, sob.”
Her tears burst forth, wetting her sister’s chest.
“I’m here, I’ll never leave.”
Delsey comforted her, her hands wrapped around her sister’s back, gently stroking her fur.
Until the Goddess’s treasure completely lost its effect, and her sister’s breathing gradually became even, as if she were in a deep sleep at night.
Her sister held her face, their eyes meeting.
Holsey was completely immersed in her sister’s gentleness.
“Come with me, sister… let those who used us pay the price, let those who used the Goddess of Light pay the price.”
“Pay… the price…” Holsey murmured.
Then, she felt a wetness on her lips, a warm heat spreading through her body. At the same time, the last bit of warmth in her body was gradually taken away.
