221 An Accusation
Selma Payne’s POV:
My request was effective; no one was willing to see Frank die.
“That’s a good idea, but there’s still a problem.” This time, it was Master Kevin’s turn to be the wet blanket.
“This is why we need to be more cautious.”
Under his guidance, the soul model gradually transformed and distorted and finally became a cluster of broken and sticky things like tea leaves that had been soaked.
“Actually this is Captain Frank’s soul now.”
To our astonishment, he explained Captain Frank’s soul wasn’t complete. Or rather, the soul we saw was only a fragment of the real soul. That was why it looked so broken and so fragile.
Kerner asked in disbelief, “What do you mean? Are you saying that Captain’s soul has been severed?”
“Yes.” Master Kevin nodded. “In terms of volume, this fragment is about a third or a quarter of Frank’s complete soul. Although it was enough to support a physical body, it also weakened its defense, allowing the curse to penetrate its body so quickly.”
“Quickly?” My intuition told me that his words had a hidden meaning. “Can you deduce when he was cursed?”
Master Kevin gave me a deep look – an expression that a straightforward person shouldn’t have – and then said, “Yes, based on my experience, it’ll take about twenty days.
About twenty days?
Looking at the time, I was shocked to realize that it was around when I first set foot in the Rocky Mountains.
During that period, the only opportunity for Frank to be attacked was the illusion on that snowy night.
Could it be that...
I was so shocked by my thoughts that my blood turned cold.
If this Frank on the mountain was a soul fragment, what about the one at the foot of the mountain?
“Send a message to the palace,” I said to Master Mary. “Tell them that Captain Frank at the foot of the mountain is likely to have a soul fragment too!”
There was an uproar, and there was no need to hide it anymore. We told everyone about the real and fake Shrek.
The team members found it hard to accept.
Surprisingly, the one who had the biggest reaction was Yuri.
“It’s all because of this ridiculous mission!” he roared angrily. “You just had to provoke the devil, and now you’ve killed Captain Frank!”
He pointed at Dorothy and my nose and scolded us as if we were the main culprits behind everything.
“We’re werewolves! Why would a werewolf care about a demon’s business? Whether the shamans suck up to satan or the sanctimonious black-robed humans, anyone has more reason than us to care about this mess. Why can’t we sell the information to them and watch them fight? So what if the demon has broken through the seal? We are believers of the Moon Goddess. Will she stand by and watch the demon invade her territory?
“If it weren’t for the sake of finding that so-called ‘treatment method’ for you two young ladies, no one would come to this damn place, and no one would be sliced up and cursed by the devil! Dear Miss Selma, didn’t you obtain the power of disgusting gluttony? Haven’t you and your sister’s curses already been devoured by you as dessert? So what are we still doing on the snow mountain?
“I’ve had enough of your willful faces. How can a girl who doesn’t know anything step on a soldier’s head and give orders? I think General Aldrich has also been blinded by love. Ha! It would be better to say that General Aldrich is also a noble Lord who used his family background to get a high position. A general who’s not even thirty years old hasn’t even grown out his pubic hair. It’ll be a joke if this gets out!
“Are you happy now? Operation Glorious, which added bricks to your resume, has already lost Captain Frank. Who do you want to lose next? Let’s bury everyone with this damn seal of the evil demon!”
He barked like a dog whose tail had been stepped on. He glared so hard with bloodshot eyes that he was about to shoot infrared rays through Dorothy and me.
I didn’t feel angry when I saw him drooling and jumping up and down. I thought I would feel provoked as I did in the beginning, but listening to his unsightly accusations, I only felt bored and unbothered.
This was a form of contempt born from the fact that there was no need to fuss over it.
I was looking down on this warrior who had broken down. Could he still be called a warrior?
That was not important, and I didn’t care.
Finally, Yuri stopped screaming. This wasn’t because he realized how inappropriate his actions were but because a team member who couldn’t listen finally covered his mouth and pulled him away.
Yuri’s accusation was too sudden, so much so that most people didn’t react. A small group of people gave up after a few seconds, and from their expressions, it seemed that Yuri was not fighting alone.
In fact, from the first day we arrived at the Rocky Mountains, I noticed that some of our team members were looking at us strangely. I knew this was inevitable, so I tried to use my actions to clear their prejudice. Some of them no longer looked at me as if they were looking at a rich, spoiled kid.
However, it seemed that my efforts had not achieved the results I wanted.