"Don't look!
"Don't look! Don't look!
"You'll die!
"You'll die if you look!
"You'll die if you look!"
Klein stood rooted as his mind roared with various possibilities. He instinctively reached for his pockets. He held the Flaring Sun Charm and Azik's copper whistle in one hand. He acutely noticed that the cold, gentle Beyonder feedback of the latter had vanished as if an invisible power was suppressing it. However, the former was still warm.
Using all of his willpower he pushed down his negative feelings. He turned and shot a look at Leonard Mitchell, then tipped his chin toward Megose.
He then controlled his expression with his Clown abilities and smiled at Megose.
"Do you want coffee, black tea, or...nothing at all?"
Megose stroked her stomach as if she was listening to something.
"A cup of warm water. I suddenly thought of chatting with you guys about Lanevus. I have the feeling that you know a lot."
"Who told you that?" Leonard was no longer the frivolous guy that he usually was. His smile had turned rather stiff.
Megose suddenly giggled in joy which seemed quite out of place as the shadows in the room grew darker every moment.
"My child told me. He knows a lot. He's very smart!"
Leonard forced a smile and pointed toward the sofa. "That's exactly what I'd like to talk..."
Klein quickly made his way past the partition and directly pushed open the door to Dunn Smith's office, then closed the door with a bang.
After a while, Klein brought warm water to Megose, bent his back, and placed it on the table in front of her.
"I have something to settle, I'll be back soon."
...
On the sofa in the receptionist area, Leonard watched Megose pull out clumps of her hair as his expression became more and more rigid.
Megose seemed increasingly restless as she constantly picked up the glass for a mouthful of water. She looked at Leonard with a contorted expression.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a little unwell."
Leonard Mitchell was about to reply when he suddenly saw Megose reach for her face. She clawed out a piece of flesh—a long piece of flesh—a piece of flesh stained with blood.
"My face is a little itchy." Megose smiled, a little embarrassed. The edge of her lips spread to where her cheekbones were, revealing a row of white teeth and bright red gums.
FUCK! Leonard cursed out silently. He felt that the situation was worsening way too quickly.
His lips quivering, Leonard turned to listen as his expression immediately turned steely green.
He forced a smile and apologized to Megose, who was clawing out pieces of her flesh.
"I need to use the bathroom."
"Al…right…" Megose's tone became ethereal.
She rubbed her belly and said, "My… child… is a little restless… ya know he wasn't supposed to be born yet, it's all his fault the sinner of night. He didn't want to harm his mother, how could he... he is lovely my lord..." Her voice sounded unnaturally kind and warm.
Leonard neither replied nor did hear it in the first place, somehow his hearing was stolen. He hastened his footsteps and approached the partition.
...
Just then, Dunn Smith carried the silver, bone-like square box into the reception hall with a solemn expression.
Megose, who was pulling out clump after clump of blond hair, tore a wound that was deep enough to show her bones. It was as though she was triggered by something. She suddenly stood and pointed at Dunn Smith in his black windbreaker. She shrieked, "You want to kill my child!
"You want to kill my child!"
Boom! The shrill and terrifying voice reverberated. Klein felt like he was being struck in the head with a sledgehammer no rather a thunderstrike. He suddenly forgot to count as he had a headache and felt dizzy. His vision went red, and there seemed to be liquid flowing from the tip of his nose. He subconsciously looked sideways, and he saw the corner of Leonard Mitchell's eyes. The tip of his nose and the corners of his lips were covered in fresh blood. His face was extremely pale, and his body was wavering as though he was about to fall.
"why.. why no no wait listen to me what did I do? I never hurt you, he would never hurt her children... I never did anything wrong I was always so kind even to him after he hurt me.. please stop it will be alright my child will heal me later promise"
Klein felt as if his heart had been gripped by someone, a lump formed in his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes. A clown had no control over that.
Struck by the terrifyingly sharp voice, Dunn Smith's deep gray eyes were filled with red veins. Every single strand was crystal clear despite that his strong willpower drove him to press down on Saint Selena's urn and open the lid.
Inside the box, there was deep darkness. The surroundings suddenly became dark, and the darkness engulfed the entire reception hall. In the air, there were countless black, cold, and smooth threads were floating. They surged all at once towards Megose and entangled her almost instantly.
Megose had already torn out her right eyeball. It hung by a thin cord of flesh underneath her eye socket. She stared at Dunn Smith with hatred as she roared, "You must die!"
Klein could hardly see anything in the darkness, but he felt Dunn cast away by a formless power and crashing onto a wall.
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
Klein and Leonard dashed out through the partition simultaneously. One of them was holding onto a warm thin gold slice, and the other had already aimed his five fingers with the Blood Vessel Thief wound around his left wrist at Megose.
Megose, who no longer looked human, struggled as flesh protruded from both sides of her shoulders. They were a mixture of blood vessels and green veins, round like a child's head, the shadows seemed to somehow protect her.
She was going to deal the Blaspheme Curse to every enemy that attempted to harm her child! At that moment, Leonard clenched his left hand into a fist as his wrist made a half-turn. His pale face turned livid, and the vessels protruded like a bunch of tiny poisonous worms.
"…" Megose's Blaspheme Curse was left stuck in her throat as it came to a sudden halt.
She seemed to have lost the ability to speak and the ability to evoke curses. Klein seized the opportunity and muttered an ancient Hermes word in a deep voice.
"Light!"
I want light, and there will be light!