Chapter 161: Fiona/Trish

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“Oh, right, where was I?”

Fiona crossed her arms, grinning. Her temporarily violet eyes shimmered with a hint of crimson as Evelina’s influence took hold.

And she absolutely let it.

“Right. Family massacre, obviously.”

[Light Manipulation]

A thin white streak of light cleaved through the room in under a second. A heartbeat later, everyone’s heads exploded into a geyser of blood.

Well, almost everyone—if it weren’t for Yngvield interfering at the last second, some wouldn’t have survived the first attack.

[Earth Manipulation]

Thin strands of rock wrapped around the necks of those who survived, blocking the very strand of light that had decapitated the rest.

“You cur.”

Yngvield barked, grabbing his coat and throwing it off. There was no reason to hold back anymore—not when his opponent clearly didn’t care.

[Gaia]

Yngvield took a step forward. The earth rose in jagged spikes, racing toward Fiona at dangerous speeds.

She didn’t worry. Not even a little. She didn’t bother casting a single defensive spell.

“Nice try, old man!”

Fiona giggled and sprinted toward the oncoming valley of spikes, weaving between them like a gymnast using poles instead of dodging life‑threatening rocks.

“But you gotta do better than that!”

[Dark Manipulation]

Tendrils erupted beneath Yngvield’s feet, forcing him to look down.

[Earth Manipulation]

He shattered the tendrils that trapped him, but the moment he looked up, Fiona was already in front of him, both feet aimed right at his face.

BANG!

Fiona dropkicked Yngvield hard. His entire body flew backward and crashed into the stairs with a sickening crunch.

While he was still incapacitated, the other Whitestrakes were left wide open.

BANG!

FWOOSH!

BANG!

A volley of gunfire and spells erupted, all aimed to overwhelm her. But, just like with the valley of spikes, she weaved through them as if they were nothing.

She smiled creepily the whole time, slipping past lethal attack after lethal attack without the slightest hint of worry on her face.

[Dark Manipulation]

She swung her hand in a haphazard left hook, a dark tendril following the motion as more Whitestrakes were decapitated in the blink of an eye.

Some managed to dodge, but that didn’t matter to her.

FWISH!

She swung her hand again, finishing off the rest. But, like cockroaches, some still managed to survive the second blow using defensive spells.

“F-Fiona, stop this!”

Penny Whitestrake shouted from behind two others who were shielding her.

“Sorry, Mom, but… I’ve gone way too far into the deep end to go back now!”

She laughed, coating her hands in magic as she prepared to use both light and dark at the same time. But before she could deliver her devastating blow…

The earth behind her erupted, and from below emerged Yngvield, his form battered and bloody yet still fighting. He wasn’t a veteran for nothing.

He grabbed Fiona in a chokehold, coating his entire body in earth as he tried to force her to submit. But Fiona had other plans.

“Get off me!”

She yelled, slipping out of the chokehold as she twisted her body and drove a quick blow into his groin, using her magically coated legs.

BANG!

Her foot shattered the earthen defenses Yngvield had prepared. The rest of his protective armor crumbled off his body as the pain made him lose focus on his spell.

“Was that it!?”

Fiona laughed, moving in to finish him—but a bullet whizzed past, almost grazing her head.

She whirled toward the shooter, snapped her fingers once, and cleaved the man in half.

When she turned back to Yngvield, he had vanished, this time preparing an attack from above.

[Burial Coffin]

Two huge chunks of rock suddenly encased Fiona, but before the spell could crush her, she simply teleported outside the coffin.

[Dark Step]

“Bleh.”

Fiona stuck her tongue out.

“Y-You!”

Yngvield growled—only to be slammed into the ground as a massive construct of light and dark, shaped like a giant hand, smashed down onto his back. The floor cratered, spiderweb cracks spreading from the impact.

“So disappointing.”

Fiona wasn’t just being talkative for fun. It was part of her plan. The best way to kill a proud noble family was to show them how pitiful and weak they were compared to the killer they once used to shame.

Yngvield coughed violently as the colossal hand pinned him to the floor, stone grinding against bone. Blood seeped between his teeth as he forced his head upward.

“You… disgrace…”

The words came out strained.

Fiona tilted her head. “Oh?”

She stepped forward slowly, hands behind her back like a curious child inspecting a broken toy.

“Still talking?”

The massive hand of light and darkness pressed harder.

CRRRRK.

Several ribs gave out at once, but Yngvield didn’t scream. He only glared at her.

Fiona’s grin widened.

“Good. That’s the look I was hoping for.”

Around them, the surviving Whitestrakes hesitated—some hurriedly preparing spells, others dragging the wounded away.

Fiona glanced over her shoulder.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account.”

She snapped her fingers.

[Light Manipulation]

A beam ripped sideways through the hall.

FWSSSH!

Three Whitestrakes lost their torsos instantly. The smell of scorched flesh filled the room, followed by screams.

Fiona sighed dramatically.

“Honestly… is this really the famous Whitestrake family? I expected a little more dignity.”

She kicked a severed sword across the floor.

“Enough!”

One of the older Whitestrakes slammed his hand down.

[Earth Manipulation]

The hall trembled as jagged stone pillars burst upward beneath Fiona’s feet—but before they could reach her—

[Dark Step]

Her body blurred. The spikes struck empty air.

She reappeared behind him.

“Too slow.”

The man barely widened his eyes before—

FWISH.

A dark tendril swept across his neck. His head rolled along the marble floor.

Fiona caught it before it stopped, studying the frozen expression for a moment before casually tossing it aside.

“Next?”

Gunfire erupted.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bullets tore through the hall. Fiona leaned aside to let one pass her ear, slapped another out of the air with a thin thread of darkness, and allowed a third to graze her arm.

Blood trickled down.

She glanced at it with mild curiosity.

“Huh.”

Her violet-crimson eyes flickered, her smile widening.

“That actually stung.”

The shooter barely had time to feel relief.

Fiona vanished.

[Dark Step]

She appeared directly in front of him.

“Congratulations. You’re the first one today.”

Her hand grabbed his face.

CRUNCH.

She slammed his skull into the wall hard enough to crater stone. His body slid down lifelessly.

Behind her—

BOOM!

The massive light-dark hand shattered as Yngvield finally forced himself free. Chunks of magic scattered like broken glass.

He rose slowly, breathing heavily, blood soaking his shirt—but his eyes were sharper now. Calmer.

Fiona turned back toward him.

“Oh?”

She clapped once. “Still alive?”

“Enough games,” Yngvield growled.

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