�Oops!�Ugh!�

Chagall stared only at Ethella and stabbed the dagger into Elwe�s upper body.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.�Tuk-tuk-tuk.

It was a mechanical repetition, as if a stamp had been put on for fun, and each time the blade struck, Elwee�s body twisted as if it had been electrocuted.

When life finally died out, Ethella closed her eyes and meditated.

�Where interest goes, only corpses remain.�

Over 100 corpses, including humans and sub-species, were strewn about, and blood was flowing as if it had rained.

�But why does Master����.�

Did he give his own life to Lee Ja?

�Do you hate me?�

Chagall asked.

�If you hate me, go for it.�

When Elwe�s trembling disappeared, Chagall stood up holding the only remaining dagger in his hand.

�You are strong.�more than I.�

Ethella frankly admitted.

�But if you were nothing more than evil, you could not have murdered my teacher, Archbishop Raphael.�

�I am evil.�

There was no way Chagall would forget Raphael.

�Were you his disciple?�Your master died by my hand.�Get your revenge.�

�I found out about you.�And I found out why Master was willing to give himself up to you.�

�hypocrisy.�

The corners of Chagall�s mouth went up.

�If you want to wrap it like that, you can do it����.�

�There has never been a group called the Grassleaf Circus.�

�what?�

In order to uphold the will that Raphael delivered through death, Etella endured the desire to defeat Chagall at any moment with superhuman good will.

�Your entire life is fake.�It was just a brain in a vat.�

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Sirone jumped over Radum�s building and searched the area.

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