They all call me Great Master-Chapter 709 - 706

Dazzling brilliance descended from the sky.

For the first time, the sewers of Port Doldot were illuminated by such radiance.

The malignant spirits in dark corners.

The bizarre creatures beneath the foul rivers.

With such illumination, they dissipated instantly.

Under this light, Marinda's severed right hand and forearm regenerated at a visible speed.

Even the surging vitality made Marinda glow, rejuvenating her entirely.

Miha was stunned.

Even being known as the 'Lady of Sorrow,' she had never witnessed such a scene.

"Impossible!

This is impossible!

How can Voodoo Power and Force of Holy Light coexist?

This is absolutely impossible!"

Facing a spectacle that could overturn her worldview, the 'Lady of Sorrow' roared in outrage.

However, even while roaring, the 'Lady of Sorrow' knew what she should do now.

Run!

The 'Lady of Sorrow' turned to flee!

But it was too late.

Marinda exhaled a cloud of smoke.

The smoke turned into a sword, piercing through her own chest.

Thup!

The escaping 'Lady of Sorrow's heart was consequently sliced apart.

As the sword of smoke shattered into hundreds of tiny smoke needles, shuttling inside Marinda's body, the 'Lady of Sorrow's exposed viscera, the bones holding her organs, her twisted and bizarre limbs, eyes—all were severed.

And then...

They were ground to pieces!

The 'Lady of Sorrow' finally stopped in her tracks, her figure a mere pool of flesh, as if she had just been flattened by a road roller.

Marinda was puffing on her pipe.

The smoke was thick, shielding the lady's face.

It hurt a bit!

Although she had transferred the damage using 'Voodoo Power,' the sensation of pain remained, and even relying on the healing of Holy Light, the pain persisted.

But what of it?

Compared to the suffering she endured in her youth, this was nothing.

It did hurt a little, but...

The howls of the 'Lady of Sorrow' gave Marinda pleasure.

"Scream! Scream all you want!

I've longed to hear how you, known as the 'Lady of Sorrow,' would wail!

Oh reputed Mikhail, I have such high expectations of you!"

Marinda hummed a vague melody, one smoky sword after another turned into even finer smoke needles, tormenting the 'Lady of Sorrow' bit by bit.

"Monster!

You monster!

I curse you!"

The 'Lady of Sorrow' wailed.

Marinda's lips curled up.

"Curse me?

Have you got it wrong?

While I disdain the use of curses, I'm quite skilled with such power—if you're going to use it, hurry up, I really want to see the spectacle of your curse manifesting upon you."

As Marinda spoke, those swords of smoke transformed.

Beyond the smoke needles, there was now...

Flame!

The smell of burning flesh rapidly spread.

And the 'Lady of Sorrow,' now just a quivering mass of flesh, could endure no more.

The lump of flesh writhed, and a small tendril shot out, fleeing toward the distance.

But the next moment, it was trapped within a lead box.

Wrapped in smoke, Marinda smiled, sensing the small tendril's desperate thrashing inside the lead box.

"Can't even tolerate a bit of flame?

You really don't live up to the name 'Lady of Sorrow,' do you?

I had prepared eighteen welcoming rituals for you.

What a pity...

You won't get to enjoy them."

With those words, Marinda blew a thick ring of smoke.

She stepped into the smoke ring and vanished.

About five seconds later, Marinda emerged from a shadow nearby, contemplative as she gazed at the shattered pieces of the box.

She suspected that one would have a contingency plan.

After all, it took a long scheme to entrap the Marquess of West Berlin.

Thus, some insurance measures were inevitable.

But could it be that the other party believed their mission accomplished and really left?

Marinda was somewhat unconvinced.

With a raise of her hand, flickers of fire shone through the smoke.

Square fragments of a box were burned to ashes.

Not just here, but likely places all around had been through the embrace of the fire in the smoke.

Then, in a corner, the lady found some clues—

A pebble the size of a fingertip.

It was made of the same material as the stone used for laying downpipes.

Placed here, it was hardly noticeable.

But this pebble was somewhat 'new'.

The moss on it did not blend with the surroundings; it was obviously placed here by someone.

"Oh my, to think it was discovered!

Indeed, a lady's meticulousness is something men lack.

Miss Caesar, is it?

I apologize for meeting you in such a manner, but I believe we can have a talk about Arthur..."

The deep, resonant voice echoed once again in the sewers, but Marinda didn't wait for the voice to finish before using smoke to shatter the stone.

Marinda would not converse with the Old Lion.

Because she was well aware of the Old Lion's cunning and boldness.

Marinda couldn't guarantee she wouldn't be swayed by the price the Old Lion was offering.

Therefore, the lady simply wouldn't listen.

The best way to resist temptation is to stay far from it.

At the age of three, the lady knew this truth.

"Arthur, you will never know what I have rejected for you."

With those words, Marinda left once again.

This time, it was a leave-taking in the true sense of the word.

About three minutes later, a dog's head emerged from the shadows further down the sewer.

Kiri, looking like a silly hound, walked with a lopsided gait to the shattered stones and then lifted its hind leg.

Water tinkled.

The dog's urine was slightly yellow.

Shattered stones everywhere.

The lion was speechless.

Arthur claimed that this was all Kiri's behavior and had nothing to do with him.

A young, upright, and kind 'Spirit Medium' like himself could never let his "Death Hound" do such childish things.

Absolutely not.

And more importantly, Marinda was of greater concern to Arthur than these trivial matters.

After all, she was his close and seamless partner.

'That kind of power?

Distortion?

No!

It wasn't that distorted feeling, but rather peaceful, as if it were inborn, and yet with a touch of harmony, like an elder...

Hiss!

No way! No way!

Marinda, you can't be this filial, can you?'

Something suddenly occurred to Arthur, and he couldn't help but inhale sharply.

What was Marinda proficient in?

Smoke?

No!

That was a cover!

Marinda was proficient in the Undead!

Perhaps that was also a cover, but it did not prevent Arthur from combining the two in his speculation.

'A girl burdened with her parents' battles, ultimately invincible in the world?'

Arthur inwardly ridiculed the thought.

However, on the surface, he was utterly impassive.

In the young Spirit Medium's ears, rapid footsteps had begun to sound—

The events of this evening were far from over.

Or to put it precisely...

Certain things were just beginning!

Arthur was filled with anticipation for that.

Because—

That would be his greatest gain!

As Arthur turned, he looked at the still-flustered twin sisters of the West Berlin Family and involuntarily broke into a smile; his white teeth gleamed faintly in the candlelight, resembling...

Fangs!