"People infected by mycelium will lose their memory during high fever, then lose consciousness, and finally become puppets of the mycelium, and will only attack outsiders indiscriminately."
Janos retracted his arms and hid his hands under his cloak. "But... you can still try calling him and see if you can remind him of something."
Ilona nodded quickly, swallowed her saliva, and called out with a sense of luck.
"Brother? Brother... do you still remember me? I am Ilona... I'm home." Ilona couldn't help crying, her voice became blurred in her crying, and she clenched her hands into fists The nails dug into the tender skin and blood oozed.
"Brother, you promised to take me out of this forest... Please, don't turn into a monster, please wake up..."
Ilona shouted repeatedly, but the only response she received was the low roar of the monster.
"Call me, even if you just call me, brother..."
Tears had soaked the girl's face, but Ilona still persisted and cried, even though she slowly realized that hearing a response calling her sister was impossible...
Seeing this, Mr. Janos sighed, turned and spoke to the crows guarding the door.
"You go back and tell Andel that his guess is wrong again. The environment that the deceased was familiar with during his lifetime will not have any effect on mycelial infection. They are monsters that are hopeless."
After speaking, his thick and rough hands pressed on Ilona's shoulders. At this time, Ilona could hardly make any sound except for bursts of sobs, as if she was repeating over and over again, "Brother..."
The girl lowered her head, unwilling to face her innocent relatives, but when she opened her eyes, a sharp blade made of sterling silver lay in front of her eyes, with a cold light shining on it that was terrifying.
"Take this, this is your first lesson if you want to become a Crow."
Janos handed the sword blade in front of the girl, and the cold voice struck Ilona's brain, as if it was a voice from another world. For a moment, she only doubted whether she heard it wrong and did not dare to confirm.
"Wha, what? What are you doing..." Ilona's voice trembled. She looked at the sword and then at the wailing monster huddled in the corner... "No, I can't do it. I don't want to kill my brother. …”
"Your brother is dead, and what you see now is just a devil hiding in the corpse." János said decisively. "If you want to become a flock of crows, this is the mission you must face every day, and it is also the best respect we have for the deceased."
"But...!" Ilona was still thinking about struggling, but Janos's stern eyes glared back at her.
"There is no but, a sword pierces its heart. If you don't have the guts, go back and continue to be your maid, and let me end it." Janos growled impatiently. "Are you going to do it or not?"
The girl's trembling hands slowly took over the silver sword. Her heartbeat was beating fast, and her body felt as stiff as if she had lost too much blood. A voice repeatedly said in her ears, she couldn't do it... she couldn't. Do it.
But do you really want your brother to continue like this... Is the creature in front of you really still your brother?
Ilona gradually got the answer in her heart. The creature hiding in the darkness was no longer her familiar relative, but the murderer who murdered her relatives. These monsters were by no means innocent and must be eradicated!
His breathing was rapid, his legs were trembling, and the heavy sword was much heavier than his own arms. He was tremblingly approaching the evil in the darkness.
"Are you so clumsy that you are planning to accompany your brother to be infected? Move more quickly! Watch the enemy's moves!" Janos urged, which also made Ilona slowly strengthen her determination.
He is an enemy, not a relative, an enemy that he wants to take revenge on day and night.
The hands holding the sword hilt slowly stopped shaking, and she stood firm and looked directly at the trapped monster in front of her. The girl's right eye no longer showed any hesitation and showed ferocious killing intent.
If you can't figure out many things, then don't think about it anymore. Just remember the hatred of the tragic night and your own helplessness in watching your loved ones die. Since the loss is irreversible, then regard revenge as a new goal.
The blade of the sword was lifted flat and stabbed forward...
Thinking of it, the moonlight tonight is as bright as that night,
The moonlight gently shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the Earl's bedroom, bringing a mysterious and quiet atmosphere to the entire space, and the silver light on Ilona's body makes everything look dreamlike.
The only bed in the room has delicate textures and embroidered patterns embellished with bits of silver. As for Cesare, who was lying helpless in bed, his infection was slowly getting worse at this time...
The silver ring on his finger seemed to have broken through its defenses and lost its resonance in an instant. Countless hyphae flowed outwards along Cesare's facial features and between his nails, trying to wrap up this fresh body.
Just as the moonlight itself was gathering momentum in the room, a raven's call echoed throughout the castle, and a pure silver sword lay across the air, its sharp blade flashing with a cold light in Ilona's eyes.
The girl took a step forward lightly, her toes touching the ground lightly, and then her body suddenly twisted her waist flexibly, spinning half a circle in the air and rushing towards Cesare with the blade in her hand.
Her speed became faster and faster, and the sword blade made a sound of breaking the air in mid-air, like a lightning bolt passing through the empty room, just as she was about to stab Cesare's chest with the sword.
Another melody that was not in harmony with the atmosphere suddenly sounded in the quiet room, a bright red color that was abrupt but lively and bright.
Another girl in the room suddenly stood in front of Ilona and blocked the menacing attack with her sword. Anya twisted her wrist and threw away the intertwined sword blades, which also made Ilona I was forced to take a few steps back.
Two girls with completely different temperaments stood in opposite positions, and it seemed as if the whole world stopped when their eyes met.
"Get out of the way! The infection in his body has worsened. Leave him to me." Ilona solemnly raised her sharp blade and pointed at Cesare, who was being protected by Anya. "But from the look of you...it's useless to be reasonable, right?"
"Nonsense, I like to be reasonable." Anya shook the sword in her hand and prepared a parrying posture again, smiling at Ilona with a natural expression.
"But you have to make it clear what you want to do to Cesare. I can't accept a savage girl like you killing my dear companion."
"Shut up, you didn't know where you were when I met Cesare!" Ilona didn't want to talk any more nonsense. As if it was a rehearsed performance, the two girls took a step forward at the same time. The sword body also shimmered with dazzling light.
The cruel and confident eyes met again, and then the two girls lowered their centers of gravity and jumped into the air towards each other, like two birds, one silver and one red, dancing in the air.
