"The death knell tolls for you! Whether it's to heaven or hell. Let me, Master, stand behind you and look up at your heroic form. It's time for the show to begin, and to give you a thunderous cheer (First Folio)! ”

At the command of his master, Shakespeare looked at Firena's eyes with fiery fire, as if he were looking at a perfect masterpiece. Can't suppress the fanaticism in his heart, he shouted loudly to liberate his treasure.

"Well, here'......"

A strong feeling of dizziness came from her brain, making Firena's head, which had just woken up, dizzy, unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south. Then a tearing feeling poured out from the depths of her soul, making her, who couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, fall to the ground.

Slowly opening her eyes, Firena found herself in a strange city.

The streets are clean and tidy, lined with shops, and the twilight of the sunset faintly shines on the white walls of the city, as if to repaint the town.

Yet it was such a beautiful town, with no one but her and Shakespeare around, not a single sound, and even a dead silence in the air. When she forgot to look at those dazzling shops, she couldn't help but feel a little cold.

"That's right, master. This is the stage we have built for you and another soul. ”

Seeing that his master was awake, Shakespeare smiled and stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull his master up.

"Why didn't you bring in the head secretary or Jin Shi? You know, with them, the odds are even greater. Or do you want to do something about it? ”

Patting the dust on her clothes, Firena, who stood up, asked with a little confusion.

"It's really rare for my generation to be able to separate the soul that you fused, master, don't be too demanding!"

Spreading his hands, Shakespeare shook his head helplessly, obviously lacking his strength. However, before Firena could say anything to persuade her, Shakespeare turned around and changed his previous gloom, and then opened his arms and excitedly whispered to her:

"And don't you think it's perfect to solve another soul problem by yourself, master! I've got the perfect script for you."

Ignoring the black lines in Firena's head, Shakespeare reveled in his perfect script with his hands folded and shoulders, and happily continued:

"The other soul is the villain who slaughtered the city, and the master you are the hero who saves the city. Master, you may be a fragile human being, but your heart is as strong as steel. The other soul is a pathetic being who bears the sins of your fate, and only by knocking her down can you truly liberate yourself. This is a path that requires dedication to the path of asura. If there is the involvement of an outside force, it may lead to a situation where the soul cannot fully heal. ”

Thinking of this, Shakespeare's big hands grabbed her shoulders, and with a flush of excitement on his face, he said loudly to Firena:

"Sa, it's time for battle. Master! Defeat her! In the end, those who win the battle will finally usher in the end of their dreams. ”

Seeing Shakespeare's infatuated face, Firena knocked his hand off her shoulder with disgust, and then looked at Shakespeare with disgust and said coldly:

"You mean not only because of the separation between me and another soul, but also because my soul problems can only be solved by me, otherwise there will be big problems. Really? ”

"What a master for me! Even if you can find the problem in such a short time, I really admire you! ”

Shakespeare, who was slapped off by Firena, not only did not feel the slightest embarrassment, but made a very gentlemanly salute to Firena, praising his master's witty head.

"Oh, is it? I find that you understand the soul better than I do, Shakespeare. ”

Firena turned her hair and stared at Shakespeare's eyes, trying to find something in his eyes.

"Ahem, it's you who worry too much, after all, my generation has existed too long than you, and there is nothing my generation has never seen. Besides, my treasures are related to the soul, and it's normal for you to know a little more than the master. ”

Shakespeare was a little furious by his master's gaze, and he couldn't help but clench his fists and cough in his mouth, and his eyes glanced into the distance.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter, when I'm done solving the other guy's problem, I hope one day you can tell me the truth. And I think the strange behavior of the head office at that time must have something to do with you! ”

Drawing her dagger in her hand, Firena stared at Shakespeare in the hope of receiving an affirmative answer.

"Hey, Master, Miss Director-General did have a little trouble with my junior that day. As for the other issues you are talking about, I really don't know what you are talking about. ”

Shakespeare answered the question about the Director-General's writhing in the Lost Forest, and as for the other question raised by Firena, Shakespeare also very bluntly denied it.

"Oh? That's the best, it seems that I really think too much! ”

"Of course, Master. We are your first heroic spirit, and we can be said to be the most loyal existence to you! ”

Nodding, Firena turned away and said nothing, acquiescing to what Shakespeare said. In her mind, however, she wondered even more about what Shakespeare wanted to hide.

As for why Firena suspected that Shakespeare was not telling the truth, it was because he answered too crisply. It was so crisp that his expression changed only for a split second, and he didn't change at all.

What Shakespeare was hiding, Firena was very curious. But now the main problem is to devour another soul, and as for Shakespeare's affairs, Firena believes that there will be time to catch him.

Spreading her soul power, Firena walked quietly on the deserted streets. In the conversation with Shakespeare just now, Firena's soul power and magic power have recovered a lot, and because she was placed in the body of a non-rank servant by Shakespeare, her physical strength is no worse than the strengthened physical body.

Maybe it's because Ferena and the other soul are one, so even if they are forcibly separated into two by Shakespeare now, they can sense the direction of the other person from a distance.

As she sped through the deserted streets, Firena could feel the distance between the two of them getting closer. The moment the other soul stepped into her senses, Firena raised the dagger to her chest, then twisted her body and slashed at her alter self.

"Ding!"

The silence of the street was shattered by the clatter of metal, and sparks from the collision of the two weapons instantly illuminated the otherwise dimly lit surroundings.

"Good evening! The other me. ”

Looking at the other "Firena" who looked exactly like her, except for the red color of her eyes, Firena's eyes flashed with an eerie and deadly light.

"This time, let me wipe you out completely!"