Novel All Day
Chapter 290
Chapter 290: Poetic Justice (2)
After leaving the Order of Light and disappearing for a full seven years, Elise finally reappeared to Eshel. Despite the long years that had passed, her pure and elegant beauty remained unchanged, as if it were an eternally flowing stream. However, her aura had greatly changed.
“Elise, why are you here?” Eshel asked.
“I came to see you, brother,” she answered without hesitation, leaving Eshel momentarily speechless. Then, shifting to an awkward smile and soon bursting into cheerful laughter, he said, “Haha! Of course, that’s it! You’ve come to help me! As a part of the Bert family, you’re here to support our future, my future, right Elise?”
Elise just looked at him with no response, her gaze indifferent.
Eshel approached her slowly. “Help me, Elise. We need to escape this demon realm. We need to formulate a new plan to oppose him.”
Finally, standing face to face, Eshel took her hand and looked earnestly into her eyes. Elise did not reject his gaze. Suddenly, a violet enticing power manifested in Eshel’s eyes.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
“Will you help me, Elise?” he whispered. Elise gently released his hand while tenderly cupping his face, her own eyes beginning to soften.
“Brother…”
“Yes, Elise!” His face filled with hope once again.
But her previously softened gaze sharpened once more. With a sudden move, she tightened her grasp on Eshel’s face and threw him to the ground. Eshel, thrown down, quickly massaged his face and glared at Elise.
“Surprised that your power of enticement has no effect?” she said.
Eshel’s eyes, filled with anger a moment ago, now swam with confusion. A dazzling blue aura shone from Elise’s figure.
“Elise, have you… contracted with a god?” he gasped.
The power of enticement worked only on similar beings, not on humans who received power from higher beings.
Instead of answering, Elise produced a strange object. “Do you remember this, brother?” It was a worn scroll that looked like it would crumble at any moment.
“You said when I activated this summoning scroll, everyone would turn their eyes to me, didn’t you? And indeed, they would have if I became prey for the demonic beasts.”
Realization dawning, Eshel’s expression turned sour. “It seems there’s been a misunderstanding. I only meant…”
“Since then, I’ve realized that you don’t wish for me to carry on the family’s legacy, you just want to see me die miserably,” Elise cut him off. “That way, the attention of the family and our father would turn more towards you.”
Overwhelmed, Elise crushed the scroll in her hand. “What were you so afraid of, brother?”
“Afraid of what?”
“What frightened you so much that you had to kill anyone who could rival you? How many must die for your order? Because of you, our father, who devoted his life to protection, died senselessly!”
Elise strained to hold back tears.
“You’re an existence that shouldn’t be in this world,” she confessed, her words reflecting a long-suppressed sentiment.
Eshel, startled, rose to his feet. “So, you too deny me, Elise.”
Drawing his holy sword, Durandal, he pointed it at her. “It doesn’t matter if you’ve made a contract with the gods. I am the sole savior selected by the almighty God Luminel! No matter how exceptional you are, you cannot stop me, Elise!”
“Savior? You are no savior,” Elise rebutted fiercely, standing her ground. “A savior doesn’t live for himself alone. Don’t dare apply such a noble title to someone like you!”
Suddenly, the surrounding landscape changed radically.
Amidst the abyss of deep ocean darkness, where not a single ray of light penetrated, Eshel was left struggling, gasping for air, while Elise remained calm. No matter how desperately Eshel swung his holy sword, the situation did not change, and he kept sinking deeper into the abyss of despair.
“Luminel, have you truly abandoned me?” Eshel prayed for salvation to the heavenly being who had once favored him.
But then, a ray of light appeared in the all-consuming darkness, emanating from the holy sword Durandal. The spirit of Durandal materialized before him, and Eshel’s face brightened with hope.
“Holy Sword! Lead me back to the path of salvation…”
“How pitiful,” the spirit responded coldly. “How can a self-proclaimed savior beg for salvation? You’ve sullied the name of the holy sword and the light.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’ve squandered the final chance granted by Him. He no longer harbors any expectations for you.”
Eshel’s face contorted with ultimate despair as he was told, “Sink into the abyss.”
The light faded, and with it, Eshel’s anguished cries echoed into the void, unheard. The false savior, who believed himself the sole arbiter of the world’s order, fell endlessly into the chasm of despair.
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