Fairy’s Box

The deepest part of the underground palace

The tall figure fixed by the cross breathed heavily, his blood-colored pupils exuding an icy stance of fear, as if coming from an extremely dark abyss, completely superior to human beings—just a glance at it was enough to make one feel terrified.

Accompanied by the sound of her crisp footsteps, a miraculous clarity appeared in his pupils, the mental storm gradually subsided, and he spit out heavy syllables like the friction of steel ingots:

"Vi-s-ta?"

"Alei... I'm so glad that you still know me."

Vesta walked briskly to the side of the black-haired knight, his eyes swept across his limbs bound by alloy chains, a thin white finger touched the cold cross, and a trace of anger appeared on his pretty face:

"How could they treat you like that?"

"None of their business...I can't control myself..."

Staring at the long-lost old friend, the blood in Yale's eyes gradually faded, and his body slowly relaxed, leaning heavily on the cross behind him, causing the ground to shake slightly:

"I think...I'm sick."

"You are indeed ill."

Vesta took out the handkerchief in the pocket of his coat, the corners of his charming lips were slightly raised, and he carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead, and whispered deliberately:

"Do you know where the lesions are?"

"where?"

The black-haired knight looked at her seriously, and at the same time carefully checked the condition of her body, only to feel the violent power overflowing from her limbs and bones, trying to manipulate herself to destroy everything.

"Not here."

She put away her handkerchief, first patted Yale's arm, slipped from his shoulder blade to his head, and finally stopped at the position between the eyebrows, and said mysteriously:

"It's here."

"You mean...my brain is broken?" The black-haired knight widened his eyes.

"If you understand it this way, it's not wrong."

Vesta retracted his fingers with a smile, took a half step back, and said to him: "Play an old-fashioned old game, good news or change news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"I'm so sick, are you still kidding me?" Yalei showed an angry expression, and a deep gleam of blood appeared in his eyes, and the terrifying mental storm was about to stir again.

"Okay, okay, I'll choose for you." She took a step back in fright, quickly waving her hands and saying:

"The good news is that you have officially broken through the natural disaster and become a knight of origin, and the bad news is that your origin is terrible... I swear I am not exaggerating at all."

"How bad is it?"

"The origin of the devil, how bad do you think it is?" Vesta raised his eyebrows and said seriously.

"The devil!?"

The black-haired knight pursed his lips in despair, and his body suddenly rushed forward. The huge power was transmitted from the chain to the cross, and even the entire underground palace began to vibrate:

"Why is this happening? What is the origin of the Demon God? Why did it appear to me?"

The air seemed to be ignited under his gaze, burning the bodies of the two of them.

"There is no reason... The origin is innate and cannot be changed the day after tomorrow." Vesta looked at his well-defined muscles, and a soft expression appeared on his pretty face:

"Alei, I can only say... you are a born devil."

"The origin of Genevieve is the power of three elements... I know this." Yale forced himself to calm down, restrained the power that drove him mad, and asked word by word:

"What is my origin?"

"Fear, to be precise, is to manipulate fear." Vesta's beautiful eyes showed a strange look, her graceful body trembled slightly with excitement, and her tone also carried an inexplicable expectation:

"Can you imagine what a terrifying power it is to be able to directly manipulate other people's emotions. Yale, as long as you can use it skillfully, you can become an unprecedented powerful demon!"

"It sounds useless at all!" the black-haired knight roared angrily.

"How can you say that." Vesta took another step back in a pretentious manner, showing a pitiful expression of injury.

"Only weak-willed cowards fear!"

"Are you a coward?"

"Of course I'm not a coward!"

"So, from the beginning, what have you been afraid of?" Vesta stared at him coldly, Tongren stared at the other party's eyes, and said slowly with a deep-souled question:

"Fear is everywhere, and even the strongest warriors will have their moments of weakness."

"perhaps you're right."

Yale closed his eyes blankly, then opened them again suddenly: "Why can't I manipulate it? It has been trying to devour me and manipulate me, it is going to destroy everything!"

"Because you are afraid of yourself, you are afraid of your own strength, you are afraid of your heart, you are afraid of the future of becoming a demon... You are afraid that your future self will hurt the people around you... Is this cowardice?"

Vesta's eyes flickered with a stern light, and each sentence penetrated into the heart of the black-haired knight like a sharp sword, trying to stab his most cowardly place.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Yale was startled, the muscles on his face spasmed violently, the human light in his eyes changed from strong to weak, as if he could not restrain some kind of power in his body, leaning on the cross behind his back, his body began to tremble imperceptibly.

"Don't be afraid of it, it's you!"

Vesta hugged the black-haired knight's head tightly, narrowed his eyes slyly, and said clearly and powerfully in his ear: "Use it well, it will make you invincible... omnipotent!"

"do not talk!"

Along with Yale's dull roar, the metal cross and the rocky ground trembled, as if something had revived in the deepest part of the darkness and was approaching step by step.

"That's it."

Vesta was as gentle as a big sister who blamed her younger brother at the moment, her eyes flashed with mysterious runes again, and with the strange magic power of insight into everything, she penetrated into the heart of the black-haired knight:

"Let me see what the strongest demon recorded in the historical records, the King of Fear really looks like."

"…"

Yale raised his head silently, the young and handsome face after the black lines disappeared, unconsciously releasing anger and killing intent.

As if something was instantly released, lightning-like rays of light shuttled back and forth on his body, chowing down on people like a blue poisonous snake, burning everything at any time.

At the moment when the two looked at each other, Vesta suddenly found that there were countless phantoms appearing back and forth in front of him, like a flash of fireworks, constantly magnifying the most hidden weakness in his heart...

"cough!"

She suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, the runes in her eyes shattered at the same time, her face was pale and frightening, and her body slumped to the ground, but she couldn't control her strange laughter:

"Giggle...very good..."