"People infected with mycelium will become memory loss in a high fever, then lose consciousness, and finally become puppets of the mycelium, becoming only indiscriminate to attack outsiders."

Janos withdrew his arms and hid his hands under his cloak. "But...... You can still try calling him and see if you can remind him of something. ”

Ilona nodded hurriedly, swallowing her saliva and calling out with a hint of luck.

"Brother? Elder brother...... Do you remember me? I'm Ilona...... I'm home. Ilona couldn't help crying, her voice becoming indistinct in her crying, her hands clenched into fists, her nails scratching into her tender skin and oozing blood.

"Brother, you promised me to take me out of this forest...... Please, don't become a monster, wake up......"

Ilona cried out repeatedly, and the only thing that answered her was the low roar of the monster.

"You call me, you just call me, brother......"

Tears were already streaming down the girl's face, but Ilona was still holding on, crying, even as she slowly realized that hearing a response calling her sister was impossible......

Seeing this, Mr. Janos sighed, turned his head and said to the crows guarding the door.

"You go back and tell Ander first, his conjecture is wrong again, the environment that the deceased was familiar with before his death will not play any role in mycelial infection, and their group of monsters is hopeless."

After speaking, his thick and rough hand pressed on Ilona's shoulder, and Ilona at this time could barely make any sound except for bursts of sobbing, as if she was repeating over and over again, "Brother......"

The girl hung her head and refused to face her loved ones, and when she opened her eyes, a sharp blade made of sterling silver crossed her eyes, and the cold glow on it was terrifying.

"Take it, if you want to be a flock of crows, this is your first lesson."

Janos handed the blade to the girl, and the cold voice hit Ilona's brain, as if it was a voice from another world, and for a moment she only wondered if she had heard it wrong, and she didn't dare to confirm it.

"What, what? What ...... to do" Ilona's voice trembled, she looked at the sword and then at the wailing monster in the corner...... "No, I can't do it, I don't want to kill my brother......"

"Your brother is dead, and now all you see is a devil hiding in a corpse." Janos said categorically. "If you want to be a flock of crows, this is the mission you must face every day, and it is also our best respect for the deceased."

"But ......!" Ilona was still trying to struggle, but was glared back by Yanosh's stern eyes.

"No, a sword pierces its heart, if you don't have the guts to go back and continue to be your maid, let me finish it." Janos roared impatiently. "Do you do it or not!"

The girl's trembling hand slowly took the silver sword, her heart beating so fast that she felt her body stiff as if she had lost too much blood, and a voice repeated in her ear that she couldn't do it...... You can't do it yourself.

But do you really want your brother to continue like this...... Is the creature in front of you really his brother?

Ilona gradually had an answer in her heart, the creature hiding in the dark was no longer her familiar relative, but the murderer of her own relative, these monsters were not innocent, they must be eradicated!

Breathing heavily, his legs trembling, his heavy sword heavier than his own arm, trembling as he approached the evil in the darkness.

"Are you so clumsy that you're ready to be infected with your brother! Be quick! Watch your enemies' moves! Yanos urged, and Ilona slowly strengthened her resolve.

It is an enemy and not a loved one, an enemy who wants revenge day and night.

The hands holding the hilt of the sword slowly stopped trembling, and she stood firm and looked directly at the trapped monster in front of her, and the girl's right eye no longer had any hesitation and showed a murderous intent.

If you can't figure out a lot of things, then stop thinking about it, just remember the hatred of the night of the tragedy and the powerlessness of watching your loved ones die, and since the loss is irretrievable, then take revenge as a new approach.

The blade was raised flat and stabbed forward......

Remembering that the moonlight is as bright as that night,

Moonlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the earl's bedroom, creating a mystical and tranquil atmosphere to the space, and Ilona's own silver glow makes everything look dreamlike.

The only bed in the room has delicate patterns and embroidered patterns that are dotted with silver light. Cesare, who was slumping on his bed, was slowly becoming more infected at this time......

The silver rings on his fingers seemed to have lost their resonance in an instant as if they had broken through the defenses, and countless mycelium flowed outward along Cesare's features and between his fingernails, trying to wrap around the fresh body.

As the moonlight itself gathered momentum in the room, a raven's chirp resounded throughout the castle, and the sterling silver sword lay in the air, its sharp blade glinting with Ilona's eyes.

The girl took a light step forward, her toes touching lightly, and then her body suddenly twisted flexibly, and her body spun in the air in half a circle, rushing towards Cesare with the blade in her hand.

Her speed grew faster and faster, the blade cracking through the air like a swift bolt of lightning through the empty room, just as she was about to stab her sword into Cesare's chest.

Suddenly, another melody that was out of harmony with the mood sounded in the quiet room, an abrupt but lively bright red color.

Another girl in the room suddenly stood in front of Ilona and parried the menacing attack with her sword, and Anya twisted her wrist to throw the intertwined blades out, forcing Ilona to take a few steps back.

Two girls with very different temperaments stood in opposite positions, and their eyes met as if the whole world was still.

"Get out of the way! The infection in his body has worsened, hand him over to me. Ilona solemnly raised her blade and pointed at Cesare, who was behind Anya. But look at the way you look... It's useless to be reasonable, right? ”

"Nonsense, I like to be reasonable." Anya shook the sword in her hand and took a parry posture again, smiling at Ilona with a natural expression.

"But you have to tell me what you want to do to Cesare, I can't accept that a brute girl like you would kill my dear companion."

"Shut up, you didn't know where you were when I met Cesare!" Ilona didn't want to talk any more, as if she had rehearsed a pre-rehearsed performance, and the two girls took a step forward at the same time, and the two swords shone brightly at the same time.

The cruel and confident gazes clashed again, and then the bodies of the two girls lowered their center of gravity and then jumped towards each other, like two birds dancing in the air, one silver and one red.