Volume 3

Chapter 39 : A Tangible Ability

In the spacious backyard, bursts of low thunder rang out.

However, this couldn’t be real thunder striking the Lower District, but the sonic booms blasted out when Hitana threw punches.

Clearly, there was no opponent in front of her, nor did she cause any destruction.

It even seemed like not even an air wave was lifted.

Those delicate and tender fists looked harmless, but the dull, low thuds echoing in the courtyard were so real.

“Hoo…”

Hitana, wiping away sweat, slowly exhaled hot breath.

She was tempering her body using a method she newly figured out during this period—condensing and compressing the immense strength of the [Head of Strength] within her body without pouring it out, letting this power rampage inside her body in a practically suicidal manner to temper herself.

As for how exactly she came up with this method, how she implemented it, and how it seemed to be effective… one can only say, for the sake of life safety, it’s best not to learn it.

“Can fight with Anselm… can fight with Anselm now!”

Once the girl, whose mood had calmed down slightly, thought of this matter, she immediately jumped up and down excitedly on the spot again, hooting and ha-ing, waving her limbs extremely excitedly.

She stretched her body, opening her back.

Visible red-black airflow turned into a ferocious and terrifying wolf demon shadow, forming behind her back.

Hitana crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, while that demon shadow behind her was also twisting and changing incessantly.

Sometimes it suddenly shrank into strange shapes, sometimes it was suddenly swallowed by pitch-blackness, turning into an even larger snake shadow.

The girl, seemingly trying her best to manipulate this power, breathed increasingly heavily.

The incessantly twisting demon shadow also gradually recovered to that cruel werewolf appearance, seeming to have expanded by an imperceptible tiny size.

A few minutes later, Hitana slumped her shoulders extremely dejectedly, mumbling:

“Still far from it… is the limit just here?”

“When fighting, I can’t expose Hydra’s aura. But if I don’t expose it, I can’t use full strength, guwu wu wu…”

Hitana bit her fingernails, pacing back and forth in the courtyard, racking her brains: “Is there any method that can let me fight to my heart’s content without exposing my identity?”

“Should I ask Lina—ah she’s not a Transcender, asking her seems useless too.”

Since Marina arrived, she hadn’t worried about anything anymore.

This sometimes gave Hitana the illusion that Marina was omnipotent.

Although occasionally forced to accept knowledge irrigation, at least it was countless times better than when she was just forced to take over the Lower District.

Anyway, I originally wanted to find someone to manage this place.

Finding anyone is finding someone, right? Isn’t Lina doing better than anyone else!

Next, as long as I find someone with good enough character who can take over those matters from Lina, and then fight with Anselm, I can set off!

The expectation of the duel with Anselm, and the outlook for the subsequent journey, made Hitana’s blood boil again all of a sudden.

Her body, originally somewhat tired, was filled with strength again.

She jumped lightly twice on the spot, preparing to practice a while longer.

However, at this time, someone knocked on the backyard gate.

Before Hitana could ask, the knocker already said: “Miss Fenrir, it’s me.”

“Oh, Lina!” Hitana’s eyes lit up, “Come in quickly, why are you still knocking.”

Marina pushed the door open and entered.

First, she curtsied slightly to Hitana, but before she could speak, Miss Wolf, covered in fragrant sweat, hugged her in a bear hug, holding her and giggling:

“Lina, how come you have time to see me?”

“…There are some matters I need to report to you.”

Marina pushed her sister’s perky and full chest slightly.

After two or three fruitless attempts, she could only silently lower her hands, letting her hug like this.

“Report to me? Why report to me.”

Hitana blinked: “Lina, whatever you want to do, just go do it directly.”

Marina sighed: “Miss Fenrir, we agreed, there are some matters you must learn to handle independently.”

“Um… ah… that… talk about it later!” The big girl’s eyes darted around, trying to gloss over it like this, “Anyway, with Lina handling these matters, I’m not in a hurry, not in a hurry.”

“So.”

Marina lowered her eyes slightly, speaking in a very soft voice: “You don’t care, do You?”

“…Huh?”

“I mean, You actually don’t care much about how this bunch of people in the Lower District end up, do You?”

The girl raised her head and said so. Her eyes made Hitana feel a burst of panic for some unknown reason.

“How is that possible!”

Although feeling inexplicably flustered inside, Hitana still answered very loudly: “How could I not care about them! If I didn’t care, I would have left long ago!”

Speaking of this, she revealed a gnashing teeth expression: “That whatever Mibaita, he better not be caught by me, otherwise I will definitely break his bones and hang him in the Lower District!”

And Marina still looked at her quietly: “Then, why are you unwilling to learn that knowledge that can help them?”

“I… isn’t it because I can’t learn it.”

If it were someone else asking her this kind of thing, Hitana would have shouted back hooting and hollering long ago.

But these words were asked by her own sister, so the girl could only speak in a low voice like a wronged big dog: “Those messy things, guessing back and forth, and engaging in what… what control, balance and such stuff, I just can’t learn it.”

“Is it that difficult?” Marina held Hitana’s hand.

Her voice was clearly gentle, but the force in her hand was constantly increasing, “Miss Fenrir, is this really a particularly difficult thing?”

“…For me it is very difficult!”

Hitana felt extremely wronged, unable to resist shouting: “I’m not Lina! Can’t do it means can’t do it!”

And having said this, Hitana couldn’t help but continue: “Lina, you are so smart, learn everything fast, can understand whatever Anselm says, can help him with many complicated things… completely different from me. I can’t do anything except fight, and Anselm basically doesn’t need me to fight.”

She looked at her sister, revealing an extremely envious expression:

“I really envy you so much, Lina… Lina?”

Seeing Marina somewhat lost in thought for some unknown reason, Hitana subconsciously reminded her.

And the girl in front of her came back to her senses from the trance, and soon revealed a smile to Hitana: “I just… thought of some things. Sorry, Miss Fenrir.”

Before Hitana could speak, Marina took the initiative to say: “So the matters meant to be reported, do You still want to listen? Or… I’ll just go handle them myself?”

Her voice was soft, her tone gentle, but there was an unspeakable strangeness. This whole sentence… seemed like giving Hitana one last chance.

“Aiya, I already said no need to tell me!”

But Hitana, who had absolute trust in Marina, didn’t think carefully at all, and wouldn’t think carefully at all.

She hugged Marina hard again, smiling brilliantly: “Lina is so attentive to these matters, busy from morning to night every day, caring about them even more than me!”

In Hitana’s eyes, her sister was a person ten thousand times more reliable and kind than an idiot like her.

Devoted to the family, friendly and amiable to the villagers, after following Anselm… didn’t turn into some bad egg either, never looked down on commoners, was very good to everyone, and always managed to do things perfectly!

If handing matters over to Marina wasn’t reassuring, then Hitana really didn’t know who would be better to hand over to.

“I understand, Miss Fenrir.”

Marina revealed a gentle and bright smile to the girl in front of her who was becoming increasingly full of power, as if gradually welcoming a transformation: “All subsequent matters from now on…”

“Please rest assured, leave them to me.”

Hitana widened her eyes slightly, her expression gradually becoming ecstatic: “So Lina, you mean… I don’t need to learn those weird things later, don’t need to care anymore?”

“Yes, matters of the Lower District, I will be responsible for handling them fully.”

Marina bowed slightly: “You only need to consider Mr. Faust’s trial.”

“Yay!”

Hitana, who originally wanted to leave everything to Marina but felt doing so was a bit excessive, so was awkwardly unsure how to bring it up, cheered extremely excitedly:

“That’s great Lina! Ah, I mean, um, trouble you.”

“Not at all, Miss Fenrir.”

Marina said softly: “In the process of competing with Mr. Faust, please remember not to expose Your identity. Mr. Faust granting the trial is mostly because of the need to confuse the outside world, blurring the relationship between You and Her.”

“Hehe, I understand! I was just thinking about how not to expose my identity just now.”

Miss Wolf giggled while waving her fist vigorously: “I definitely won’t let you and Anselm down, don’t worry!”

“Me too, Miss Fenrir.”

Marina gazed at her sister.

Those red eyes flowing with the same blood as hers had become increasingly dark since some unknown time, as if shrouded in a cold and silent shadow.

“I won’t let Mr. Faust down, absolutely not.”

She finally curtsied to Hitana, then turned and left.

“Bye, Lina! If you encounter any troublesome matters, come find me anytime!”

Hitana waved vigorously to her dearest sister, watched her leave, and finally couldn’t suppress the passion overflowing in her heart, jumping and cheering.

Next, I really don’t need to care about anything, and can devote wholeheartedly to the battle with Anselm!

Lina, my good Lina, I love you to death!

Um… wait.

Miss Wolf, who was frolicking in the backyard, moved slightly slower, and finally stopped completely.

She realized one thing belatedly.

[I really envy you so much]

Bad! Didn’t Anselm tell me, can’t say this sentence to Lina, she will be very sad!

Hitana slapped her head fiercely, an anxious and flustered expression immediately appearing on her face.

She hurriedly ran to the backyard gate, preparing to chase Marina to explain clearly.

But when putting her hand on the door handle, the girl’s movement paused again.

…Lina didn’t seem to show any abnormal expression at that time either.

Thinking again about the time Anselm told me this sentence, that was a long time ago.

The current Lina is long different from the past.

So powerful, so trusted by Anselm, no longer a minor character.

I envy her… isn’t it a very normal thing?

Chasing up to explain would instead make Lina feel she was looked down upon, no good no good…

Thinking of this, Hitana released the door handle instead, not intending to explain anything.

Fortunately I’m smart enough, and almost accidentally ruined things again.

Lina didn’t behave strangely anywhere, what am I anxious for.

Speaking of what’s strange, why did Lina ask me that question at that time?

How could she suspect I don’t really care about the people of the Lower District?

This is quite strange…

Forget it, it should be Lina’s way of trying to force me back to learn those strange things, doesn’t matter.

Anyway, next I just need to consider the matter of fighting with Anselm.

Thinking like this, the Pure Wolf devoted herself again to the endless tempering in pursuit of strength.

On the other side, Marina walking in the long corridor had light and slow footsteps, just like a ghost.

Of course she knew Hitana cared about the commoners of the Lower District, so why ask that question?

Because she wasn’t asking Hitana, but asking herself.

“Evil deed.” The girl murmured softly, “Am I committing evil deeds?”

Mingfuluo’s questioning plunged the Marina of that time into confusion and panic, but not long after, Marina returned to calm, only simply falling into a state of perplexity.

Holding such perplexity, she found her sister, using the question of whether she really wanted to help commoners to interrogate her own conduct.

Regrettably, Hitana didn’t give Marina a sufficiently clear answer, but she found a new key point for Marina.

——Miss Wolf guessed right. Actually, Marina no longer cared about words like “I envy you very much”.

She was no longer that little village girl in Chishuang Territory who was favored by the Goddess of Luck, became Anselm’s follower, absorbed knowledge day and night, unwilling to let the opportunity before her slip away, even more afraid of it slipping away, and thus trembling and cowering all day long.

Therefore, Hitana’s words didn’t cause any unhappiness in Marina, but instead reminded her.

Ability.

Things Hit can do, I can’t do. But conversely, it is also so.

Not just political affairs, not just ordinary paperwork, but a deeper layer, things Hit and even Miss Mingfuluo might not necessarily be able to do.

——I know what Mr. Anselm wants.

Mr. Anselm taking action at that time might not necessarily be to help me solve the predicament. He originally needed an opportunity to explain why I would appear beside Fenrir.

But at the same time… he might not necessarily be taking action only holding this thought.

Mr. Anselm knew what I wanted to do.

He knew I would use dark means to coerce the commoners of the Lower District, to test their bottom line, to control their behavior.

Because he originally also wanted to do this… but for some reason, he hesitated.

Just like according to Mr. Anselm’s original plan, he also intended to control [Executioner] to prepare the disguise for Faust’s identity, just waiting for the timing.

And these two things, I did first.

At the same time, Mr. Anselm didn’t stop me, so he wasn’t cleaning up after me, but… walking on the path I paved for him.

Thus, are the so-called evil deeds necessary?

Mr. Anselm wants to become the sun. He indeed has a desire for goodness deep in his heart as Miss Mingfuluo said.

But at the same time, Mr. Anselm is a remarkable, great genius who has gained insight into too many things.

He won’t be as naive as Hit, as you, Miss Mingfuluo.

——Reform without sacrificing anything does not exist.

Mr. Anselm knows better than anyone how difficult and arduous it is to change this twisted world, so he won’t choose to hold that kind of naive fantasy.

Heroes only exist in fairy tales, while Mr. Anselm is a reformer living in reality.

If you all cannot agree with his methods, if you all insist on being heroes in fairy tales.

I will become Mr. Anselm’s foundation stone, I will become Mr. Anselm’s fuel.

In Marina Lansmarlos’s dark eyes, two black suns seemed to rise.

For my… sun.

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