Flandoro did not expect strength as Remilia or crave affirmation as Pache did, and the calmest of people soon realized that their sisters and Pache Norreki were separated by the white mist. They also saw the shadow, with horns on its head, membranous wings on its back, a python tail, and sharp claws. Although the color is pure white that demons should not have, Flandorow also knows that this is a "demon disguised as a god", so it is not surprising that it has a holy white color.

She doesn't trust this demon of fate, Vlad III has proved with his life that anyone who deals with the demon will eventually go to hell, but her sister, blinded by hatred, still insists on going her way. In Flandoro's eyes, this was not a good deal, as they would one day defeat the traitors with the blood of the dragon, and it was too wasteful for her sister to try to exchange the victory for an unknown price. But the other part of her is roaring with satisfaction, grabbing strength, crushing the enemy, the blood flowing is like a crimson curtain, the vanishing life is as beautiful as a flower, killing, killing, killing and venting the hatred and madness in your heart is such a wonderful thing, do you really want to refuse this happiness?

"No, I don't ......"

Flandor was horrified, she heard me in the middle of me trying to get her to embrace the madness completely, it was part of her, the new her, the other her.

It turned out that I was the one who was hit the hardest......

Flandoro felt bitter in her heart, she knew that the normal part of her current self was because her other self carried pain and anger, and she was so reluctant to crush her other self. And at this moment, Remilia, who couldn't hold back, stepped forward and appealed to the immobile white shadow.

"Are you a demon of fate?"

The demon didn't reply.

"I don't care what kind of demon you are, give me the power of revenge, the power to protect my family! I am willing to exchange everything I have for this power!!"

It seems that it was the keyword "exchange" that triggered the preset program of the white shadow, and he finally had a move.

The demon moved stiffly like a robot in disrepair with rusty joints, and slowly walked towards the Scarlett sisters. His face was always shrouded in a cloud of mist, unrecognizable, but both sisters could sense the cold gaze of the inorganic matter sweeping over them, and both sisters shivered at the gaze of the beast. However, a moment later, the white wings behind the demon disintegrated, turning into countless mist that enveloped Remilia and fused with it.

At this moment, Remilia Scarlett saw the long river of fate, she was like a swimming fish in the long river, soaked in it, walking freely, except for a few existences, the vast majority of life is just a rock in the river, can only passively bear the wash of fate, changed by it, that is the rule that cannot be escaped. But Remilia felt that she was not only in control of her own destiny, but even the fate of others, and this was true, the power she craved, the power of revenge and protection!

Yes, just revenge and protection...... Not all dead are broken, but for vampires whose soul and body are united, there is no longer any possibility of resurrection when they turn into ashes in the sun.

At this moment, her sister's miserable cry pulled her thoughts back from the river of fate to reality.

"Sister, sister, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Fran?Fran?!"

Remilia found her sister slumped on the ground at some point, curled up in pain. The same white mist gathered on her wings, but instead of a blessing, it plundered, and Flandorew's membranous wings quickly dissolved and drained away, until at last only two weathered bones remained, leaving Remilia's eyes split, and she held her tightly in her arms like her sister had hugged her, trying to ease her family's pain.

She glared angrily at the Demon of Destiny, only to find that the figure had also turned into a cloud and dispersed, leaving no trace, and the strange white mist and summoning circle around her seemed to have never appeared, and the mysterious sick mage sat down in her chair and cried breathlessly, coughing as she cried, making people worry about whether she would cry to death.

However, at this time, it is naturally my sister's top priority.

"Don't cry! If you're not dead, let's see what's wrong with Fran!"

Remilia's blow knocked Pache Norregie out of deep emotion and sorrow, and she looked straight at it despite her red and swollen eyes, and then hesitated for the first time in front of Remilia.

"You, gained power, and she ...... and paid the price. ”

"Don't be kidding, it's the power I demanded, and I should pay for it!Isn't this demon the most just? Why would he hurt the irrelevant Fran?!"

Pache shook her head, braced herself up, and walked briskly over to Sister Scarlet, helping her carry Flandellew to the bed.

"What did you say to him?"

"I said I wanted strength, and I was willing to ...... everything I have."

Remilia's eyes widened, and a terrible conjecture came to her mind: if she claimed to be willing to give everything she had, did Flandorow count as her own, and did her sister "own" her?

Remilia knew the answer, yes, she and Fran were sisters by blood, and they had each other.

So the price of Remilia's power is part of Flandrew.

"It hurts, it hurts, sister, it hurts—don't talk in my head! You're not me, I'm me!!Get away!Go away!Don't come and take the lead!!"

The little girl looked like a madman, covering her face with her hands on her face, and struggled madly on the bed, fighting with the invisible enemy. Pache used a soul calming spell that initially worked, but after a few moments it lost its effect, and the girl's young body erupted with such power that the two of them couldn't even control her.

Remilia's heart was wrenching, and she watched as blood flowed from between Flandrew's fingers covering her face, but she couldn't do anything, not even her newfound fate could change Flandorew's painful situation, and she wept helplessly.

After a few moments, Flandrew suddenly stopped struggling. She let go of her hand, revealing a face stained with blood and tears, and looked at the world curiously.

"Hey, what are these cracks? What are these black eyes? so beautiful, so fragile......"

Remilia looked at her sister with a shudder, "Fu, Fran, are you alright?"

"Fran?!" Flandrew turned her head sharply to look at the blue-haired girl, her eyes showing madness and joy like never before, and the shattered gaze of her mind made Remilia feel a chill.

"Oh, yes. Fran, Flandrew. I am, we are—Flandrew. ”

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