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Chapter 297 - 297: Narbareck
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A hand slowly pressed onto the somewhat damp, pitch-black earth.
"Oh my, the soil three meters underground has been turned up. Barthomeloi has developed an interesting technique," a teasing young girl's voice slowly sounded.
Cool moonlight shone upon the ravaged forest.
The once lush forest now offered no visual obstruction as far as the eye could see.
All the trees had long since been torn to shreds in the evening's battle and blown far away, leaving behind only slightly damp, pitch-black earth.
And in the center of the black earth, surrounded by a group of people, a young girl crouched on the ground, lifting a black-gloved hand, turning over the damp soil in her palm with her thumb.
Waist-length hair, faintly glowing purple under the bright moonlight, a fringe of bangs covering her right eye. Her pale face, tinged with a faint red, held a light smile.
However, though her face wore a cheerful smile, the girl's crimson pupils held an indescribable brutality.
She wore a loose, brown leather dress, yet her graceful figure made it appear exceptionally close-fitting.
Two chillingly sharp daggers hung at her waist. Her entire aura was very faint, but the gazes of everyone present were focused on the girl.
The girl stared intently at the soil in her palm, as if it were some exceptionally precious treasure.
Among the crowd guarding the girl, a black-haired young priest swallowed hard, looking at the girl with a gaze filled with twenty percent killing intent and eighty percent fear.
"Well, well, Merem-chan, your gaze is interesting~" The girl didn't lift her head, merely supporting her chin with her free right hand, speaking lightly.
"Director, what are your thoughts on the Lord of the Black Wing's proposal?" Merem asked cautiously.
In Merem's life, only three people could make him use honorifics:
The Crimson Moon, Arcueid, and the woman before him, the supreme leader and highest combat power of the Burial Agency—Narbareck.
If Merem's feelings for the first two were deep love, then his feelings for the last one, Narbareck, were a hatred wishing for her immediate death, mixed with fear from the bottom of his heart.
"Merem-chan, your arm is straying a bit too far, isn't it? Are you that desperate to save your princess?" Narbareck raised her hand, slowly pouring the soil onto the ground.
Along with the falling soil was Merem's left hand.
"Hmph~" Merem grunted softly, feeling the intense pain from his severed arm. A strong killing intent burst from his eyes, but upon seeing Narbareck's smiling profile, it immediately transformed into terror.
"Oh my, I somewhat feel like cutting off that White Princess's head right in front of Merem-chan, to admire Merem-chan's expression~ What should I do?" Narbareck licked the corner of her mouth, supporting her chin with her left hand, speaking lightly.
"..." Merem dared not respond, merely looking teasingly at Narbareck, as if mocking her for definitely being unable to kill Arcueid.
Schlick—!
Merem's left eyeball was pierced by a small knife. Subsequently, the knife's owner, a sturdy priest with brown spiky hair, slowly withdrew it, speaking lazily, "Merem-senpai, disrespecting the Director is a grave sin."
Merem's remaining right pupil fluctuated slightly, a trace of gratitude flashing through. He understood the other party stabbed him to save him.
After all, in the previous situation, Merem couldn't guarantee he wouldn't fight the sadistic Narbareck to the death for the sake of his beloved princess.
If that happened, his 'beloved' Director Narbareck would definitely delight in subjecting him to the Ten Great Tortures of Ancient times.
But gratitude was only fleeting.
The next second, Merem forcefully punched the sturdy priest with his right hand, sending him flying five or six meters away, landing beside another man. "Damn you, Dawn! You dare stab my eye!!!"
"Kuhuhuhu~"
A withered man, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, looked at Dawn beside him and let out a strange laugh. "Dawn, your mission is complete. You can fuck off now."
"Understood, El-Nahat-senpai." Dawn pushed up his glasses, ignoring the blood trickling down his forehead blurring his vision, stood up, and walked towards a 30-ton trailer nearby.
Dawn's task was actually logistical work like transporting personnel. His mission was already complete when he transported Narbareck and her group to Tours.
As an ordinary exorcist, he certainly didn't want to get involved in the Burial Agency's missions, even though he was the sixth member of the Burial Agency.
El-Nahat turned to Narbareck, who was still crouching on the ground looking into the distance, and spoke. "Kuhuhuhu~ Director, why recruit a normal person into the Burial Agency? And you forbid me from killing him, making me almost unable to suppress my killing intent many times..."
Merem, nearby, expressed calmness regarding this. He had long understood that all members of the Burial Agency were psychopaths. That kind-hearted priest Dawn could be said to be the only conscience in the Burial Agency.
"Dawn, huh? That fellow was originally the director of the Sacred Artifact Development Department. I snatched him from that old fogey, the Pope, precisely to interfere with the development of Sacred Artifacts. If I killed him, the Pope, who has long been displeased with us, would play a bunch of dirty tricks," Narbareck shrugged, speaking with disgust.
Narbareck had been somewhat troubled recently.
In recent years, the Pope, originally docile, seemed to have eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall, constantly causing trouble for their Burial Agency—and the Pope's trump card was those newly formed Holy Knight Orders using Sacred Artifacts.
Those Knight Orders, like Barthomeloi's Canticle Brigade, amplified their power through numbers, which was exceptionally disgusting in Narbareck's eyes, as she lacked large-scale group attack abilities. 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
She utterly detested those Knight Orders that, to this day, prevented her from gutting the Pope to see the color of his intestines.
"Speaking of which, the Lord of the Black Wing's proposal was for them to take out the Knight Order, and for us, the Burial Agency, to hold off a great Magus, right?" Narbareck turned her head, biting her fingernail as she questioned Merem.
"Yes, Director—" Merem, whose arm and eyeball had just regenerated due to his immortality, immediately said with delight.
"Interesting. To actually say the Burial Agency needs to deploy several people to delay one Magus? The price is actually so high? I'm somewhat curious to see what kind of person it is," Narbareck said, twirling the short knife in her hand, looking curious.
"Well then? Director?" Merem clasped his hands together, rubbing them continuously, looking fawningly.
"Merem-chan, be my toy for a month, and I'll agree~" Narbareck spoke lightly.
Merem's face stiffened. He knew very well what Narbareck's so-called 'TOY' was—it was a test subject for various new types of torture.
"Hmm?" Narbareck looked teasingly at Merem.
"Ugh~ Guh~ I... a...gree," Merem swallowed hard, speaking with tears streaming down his face.
"Oh yeah! Indestructible Dead Apostles are the best! El-Nahat, inform the Lord of the Black Wing! The time is tonight!"
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