"Hunters, enforcers, monsters..."
Inside the cage, the green-colored pupils of the eyes that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts lifted, and looked at the three people outside, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
The three Garns were equally silent.
Not the hawkish banshee's lair they thought it was, but just a cursed person locked up in a cage.
"And what wish are you trying to fulfill?"
Cygnus sat carelessly on his end in the grass.
Luna stood behind the two and quietly peeked at the woman, realizing that her appearance was indeed the same as the reaction of the acolyte's uncle when he saw the portrait that day, very sexy and easily making a man's animal blood boil.
She then looked to her side a little uneasily and then was relieved.
They were quiet and cold eyes that still seemed to be suppressing some impulse.
Eleazar said flatly, "Didn't I say I'd fulfill your three demands?"
"Oh, that's a pretext to deal with those who are insatiable; although I say I have a lot of feathers, I still feel pain when I pluck too many at once."
Cygnus explained as he absently played with the feathers on his body.
"I hear you get everything you wish for?"
Eleazar secretly tests his opponent's strength.
Though it was true that she was now caged and looked harmless and could even talk to you normally, in the rules of monster hunting, the more normal an alien acted, the more dangerous it was.
Cygnus very calmly explained, "That depends on how hard it is to fulfill your wish, the simpler the small wish the easier it is to fulfill, and vice versa, the more outlandish the wish, the more often the result will be way off the mark."
"Someone like you should understand very well how it's possible to fulfill those ridiculous demands with just that tiny bit of mystical power."
Eleazar was silent for a moment, his mouth opening and closing noiselessly as he voiced his wish.
The green bird smiled wryly, plucked off one of his feathers, and flicked it.
Behind him, the Sacred Lance suddenly stiffened its body, and then its head directly fell off.
Luna beside her was dumbfounded on the spot.
"Anyway, the result you want is on him!"
Cygnus blew his hand absently.
Eleazar turned around with some shock and raised his hand to catch the falling head, just about ready to unleash all the backtracking counts of the day to gather enough power to reverse karma and put the Holy Lance's head back in to complete the resurrection of the dead.
"No need!"
The next second, Garn's face grimaced as he stepped out of the woods behind him.
He instantly switched places with one of the doppelgangers on guard outside the moment before he sensed death.
Looking at the phantom doppelganger head that dissipated like a light in his hand, Eleazar explained resentfully, "Actually, this isn't the wish I wanted!"
Garn pushed him away with a grimace and came to Cybil's cage.
"You like wishing for people so much, don't you, then create a few worlds for me!!!"
The green bird immediately blushed and somewhat hesitantly lowered its head to pull down a large handful of feathers.
"Is this enough?"
"Not enough!"
Then another handful was pulled down.
"Is that enough..."
"Not enough!"
Cygnus blushed a little in pain as he ripped off another handful of feathers.
"Is that enough?"
"Not enough, not enough, not enough! Far from enough!"
The Holy Gun, whose hands reached into the parapet to grip his opponent's neck tightly and lift him, kept up a cruel and bloody urging.
Slowly the green bird, who was naked, became covered in blood.
Only her eyes remained very calm.
"As if, I can't fulfill your wish..."
"Then you go to hell!!!"
Looking at the Holy Lance, who was completely different from his usual self, Eleazar narrowed his eyes.