Chapter 222 No Regrets
Davis looked at her silhouette which involuntarily radiated such loneliness to an extent that he could even feel it behind a projection from the mirror.
That woman had saved him and protected him all this while, yet, on purpose or not, choose to shove his blade on her back for his own survival.
For the second time in his life, he felt disgusted by his actions, but his expression still didn't change as he kept watching the projection.
"Leave that woman alone..." Davis uttered while pointing at Mulia.
Garvin chuckled, "Do you favor her?"
"No, I owe her one." Davis casually replied as he retracted his hand but mused, 'Maybe a lot...'
"What about the others?" Garvin shrugged and questioned.
Davis looked at Garvin as he narrowed his eyes. He understood that he was helping him take care of his enemies now that he had signed the Blood Soul Contract.
In other words, they were on the same boat and can be seen as equals regardless of the difference between their cultivation bases.
"Leave her uncle too, the person who is guarding her and as for the others, you can kill them as you please..." Davis thought for a second before his eyes glinted over with sharpness, "No, don't ever let them escape alive..."
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"We have to escape..." Elder Severin's expression turned even more ugly when he discovered that he couldn't open the huge door that led outside of the hall they were in currently.
His expression turned malevolent when he glanced at the blasted stone, "Whoever you are, don't go thinking you can get away after offending the Tripartite Alliance!"
Gritting his teeth, he glanced at his group and his gaze finally landed on Mulia.
Mulia was still half-kneeling as her soul was injured. In terms of Soul Forging Cultivation, she was nowhere near Hadian or the other Sixth Stage Experts.
"Silly lass, you're not even worried about my life and death. I have lost my life in vain!" Uncle Erik had an angry expression on his face, except the other knew that it was fake.
Mulia's cold face blossomed into a smile, "I can't thank you enough uncle! Without you there for me my whole life, I would've turned out to be a woman I never wanted to be!"
Uncle Erik turned solemn but then laughed, "Stop that, haha. It's actually good that we're not returning back alive, otherwise, I wouldn't know how to answer your parents about you losing your womanhood to him."
"You knew!?" Mulia's face turned beet red!
Her uncle had actually known about her ambiguous yet pure relationship with Hadian but didn't interfere in any way.
"What? You thought I wouldn't know? Despite all my urging you chose to leave in the guise of being lost! If I couldn't even guess this then I would've failed to be in the position of guarding you!"
Mulia put her face down in shame and remorse, "I'm sorry..."
She suddenly thought of her parents who had no choice but to agree to Elder Severin's demands. They had done their best but still couldn't protect from that fiend in the end.
"Leave it, leave it... We're going to die anyway so it doesn't matter. Besides, that Severin brat is half-dead so you don't need to worry about him bothering you or your little sister ever again."
"Hmm, I can die in peace..." Mulia nodded her head as she took a deep breath. All the pent up emotions inside her went away and what replaced her field of vision was the brutal scenery.
She turned to look at that miserably screaming asshole who was currently grasping thin air, trying to stop his cultivation from leaking in vain.
"That bastard even set his sights upon my little sister, serves him right..." Mulia's eyes turned cold as she coldly laughed.
"Little lass..." Uncle Erik furrowed his brows, his fingers touching his chin.
"Mhm?" Mulia perked up her ears.
"Why aren't we getting killed?"
Silence... echoed in between the two of them except it wasn't as miserable screams were resounding all over the place.
Both suddenly realized something was wrong. They looked around but didn't see anyone close to them. It was as if they were at one corner, safely away from the impending danger.