"... what I said before is not clear enough?"

Delphi's voice is still pleasant, but it's not very big. It's only because it's too quiet here that it looks particularly clear.

Listening to the voice that had already counted all the exits, but still echoed gently in the faded room, Maka paused for a moment.

A few seconds later, he looked at Delphi's thin back and nodded slightly.

"Yes, you did say - you're here to save your father," said Marca. "Then why don't you save him? I think you should know where he is... But instead of going, you came here?"

This time, Delphi didn't answer. More importantly, she still hasn't looked back to see Maka.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Maka at the door slightly lifted the staff in her hand and gently paused on the ground.

"Why don't you talk?"

"Because -"

When Delphi heard the speech, he seemed to have some doubts about how to explain it. Then, she seemed to give up the explanation, and finally suddenly turned to Maka.

She stared straight at Maka's face and said expressionless:

"Because you already know it in your heart, don't you? Why don't I put saving my father first, why did I decide to come here, and why did I... Send the letter of credit deformation to you before I came here, and I'm so stupid that I left some traces -"

"Oh, all right! All right..." Maka stopped her hand and interrupted Delphi. "I have to say that you have done a really beautiful job! You can not only endure so long by my side, but also skillfully force me to take the initiative to force you to reveal your identity... Even in order to make me believe that your plan is over, you told me your real purpose!"

At this point, Maka smiled and shook her head like a self mockery.

"In the end, you succeeded in tricking me here with the worst means."

Before the voice fell, before Delphi could reply, he saw Maka and immediately turned his head.

"I see," he paused his staff again and looked straight at each other's exquisite face, "you're going to take back your father Tom Riddle's Horcrux from me, aren't you?"

When Maka said this, Haier Bo, who sat aside as if he didn't care about the conversation here, suddenly glanced at them.

As the creator of Horcrux magic, eye is obviously very sensitive to this word.

But after glancing, he didn't say anything, and soon looked out of the window again. It's like he's really going to give Marca enough time to talk this time.

On the other hand, Maka didn't care about Haier Bo's eyes at that moment. After saying that, he just stared at Delphi's face and seemed to want to hear the other party admit it.

"So what."

After looking at Maka again and being silent for a while, Delphi finally staggered her sight with Maka again.

"You not only sealed my father and imprisoned my mother, but also deliberately kept my life secret, so that everyone, including myself, thought I was the child of a Muggle fisherman... Not to mention that you made me experience so much pain and sadness."

"Marca McLean, you know?"

"Do you know how many nights I have sat alone in the cold and wet sewer and cried?"

"Do you know how many dangers I have experienced and almost died several times?"

"You know, when I realized that my real parents were being imprisoned in two dark places by you bastard, how... How..."

Every time Delphi said a word, his head dropped a little, but his tone gradually increased. In the end, she, who had always been calm, choked up after all.

Maka pursed her mouth and listened to her say it sentence by sentence. It was obvious that he was the one who was silent this time.

At last, Delphi took a deep breath, and then looked up again. Her long chestnut curled hair was thrown behind her, only a few threads on her shoulders, as if it slipped helplessly.

The next moment, I saw her secretly biting the root of her teeth to suppress the surging emotion in her heart. After calming down, she continued:

"Now that you know what I want, McLean, give it all to me - I mean, if you still have a trace of guilt?"

Maka seemed hesitant when she heard it. All he could see was that he looked at halebo not far away, then lowered his eyes and thought for more than ten seconds, and then took out Voldemort's Horcruxes one by one from his waist bag.

When Delphi picked them up one by one from his hands, Haier Bo next to him glanced at them one after another with great interest.

However, it can be seen that he is not very interested in these messy things. The reason why he sees them is entirely because they are Horcruxes made by later generation black wizards according to his method.

Moreover, there are still some "inferior versions".

When Delphi put everything in her pocket at her back waist, Maka just stopped, but she suddenly said:

"... and Nagini!"

Maka sighed a little and didn't say anything. She lifted her sleeve and stretched out her hand. Immediately, he looked at the reduced version of the snake monster that had always been wrapped around his forearm, gently raised his head and vomited the snake letter, and then extended to Delphi upstream of his slender arm.

During this period, Haier Bo not only took another look, but also a little funny smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"You see," he shrugged at Marca, "when you had to take her from me, I kindly reminded you... But it's a pity that it's obviously of no use to you."

Maka looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

Haier Bo saw this, but he didn't care about his cold eyes. He suddenly waved his hand and said:

"Well, Congratulations, Miss Delphi riddle. You are indeed a very good witch as you say. Of course, congratulations to myself. Thanks to you, there will be no obstacles to the last step of my plan."

As for this, he immediately raised his hand and said happily:

"Then I'll leave it to you, Miss Riedel -"

"Wait! It's different from what we agreed just now!" Delphi shouted as he saw halbo suddenly leaving.

But halber raised his eyebrows and said carelessly:

"Don't you want Mr. McLean's life? Don't worry, he can't get out here. You can kill him yourself at any time."

As he spoke, halbo's body quickly faded away and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.