She Chooses To Destroy the World

Time goes back to the night before.

After receiving Vioretta's note, Alice rushed to the hotel where the wizards lived. The hotel owner knew her and told her that the mages were smoking in the lounge on the second floor and asked her to go directly.

Alice went upstairs according to the boss's instructions, opened the door of the lounge, and took a step back by the smoke coming from her face.

The smell of fruit and flowers in the air mixed with the smell of smoke, giving off a strange aroma. Alice stood still for a few seconds before she adjusted to the air. Just about to go forward, she heard someone yelling in the smoke:

"Take off your shoes!"

Alice hesitated a little, took off her shoes and walked forward. It turned out that the floor of this room was covered with a thick carpet, and one foot could not reach the ankle. She walked a few steps forward and saw a dozen large and small cushions piled up in a mess in the room. There is a big hookah in the center of the room, and the three wizards are gathering together, sitting or lying down, smoking the hookah.

Wait... Why are there three?

Alice carefully looked at the faces of the teachers through the smoky smoke, only to find that the palace mage Lilière was actually there, barefoot, holding a long smoke pipe, and leaning on a long pillow. Her appearance here is not the same as in the court, she seems more relaxed and wanton.

She walked over, and Lilielle handed over a pipe:

"Want a bite?"

"No, thank you." Alice didn't want to gather here with these wizards to smoke a cigarette. "I came here after receiving a note from Vioretta."

"That." Violetta yelled, lying on the innermost side, "You don't have to worry about that, just leave everything to us, and we can-can-make it all right."

Vioretta looked a little drunk, not knowing whether he had drunk or was drunk by the smoke.

Alice started to regret getting the note and came over immediately, perhaps it was just a weird joke of the drunken mages.

"If there is nothing wrong, I will leave." She frowned and said, "Tomorrow I will accompany the duchess' niece to the court ball."

"Don't go," Liliel said. "A new guest came from the east. We agreed that you should see him."

East? Could it be that Archmage Talus came in person?

Alice was about to ask, when she heard a knock on the door behind her.

"He's here, just right." Liliel said, amplifying the volume, "--come in!"

Alice didn't believe that Liliel would speak to Archmage Talus in such a casual tone. The door behind her opened, and she turned her head and saw someone she had never expected to be here.

The man had blond hair and a very familiar face. For a moment, Alice thought it was the high priest, but reason told her it was impossible. So she thought of someone who would come from the east, but who looked exactly like the high priest:

"Damian?"

The leader of the Necromancer smiled at Alice and nodded:

"Hello, lovely lady."

Alice hadn't been called by this name very much, and she felt a chill.

When we met last time, Alice didn't see Damian's face clearly, only his blond hair. Looking at this face after seeing the high priest, Alice found that they looked very similar.

But there is one difference: the high priest's hair is almost completely silver, but only a few of Damian's blond hair have turned white. Although they were all the same age and face, Damian's face did look younger than the high priest.

"So... what are you doing here?"

"Of course it's here to ask you to perform." Damian said.

Alice remembered that when she was in the necromancer's lair, she had indeed promised Damian that she would do something for him. But she didn't expect at that time that he would come to ask her so soon.

"What do you want me to do?" Alice asked very vigilantly, "I must explain in advance that I am not capable of taking you into the court or something."

"It's okay." Lilier interjected, "I will tell His Majesty the King, let him send an extra invitation, that is, we have found the right person to persuade the high priest to agree... Your Majesty, he will agree. of."

Alice looked at Damian with a very distrustful expression:

"So... you have to... persuade the high priest to agree to sign with the wizards? How could you be so kind?"

Damian smiled:

"This is just by the way... Don't you think that this country seems a bit too conservative? I think it's time to change to a high priest."

Alice looked at him warily:

"So... you want to... plan to assassinate the high priest?"

"Don't make things so bad." Damian corrected. "Just use some indispensable means to remove obstacles on the way to progress and make this boring country a little...diverse."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Alice asked, "Explain beforehand that my hands don't want to be stained with the blood of the high priest. Once things are revealed, you can run back to the east, and the first person to die will only be me. "

"Don't worry." Damian stretched out his tongue, licked his lips and Bai Sensen's teeth, showing a grin that was creepy enough, "To kill my dearest brother, of course I have to do it myself... just me. It’s inconvenient for people to move, and someone needs to be there to help."

"It's not a problem." Alice didn't know the love and hatred between the twin brothers, so that she had to kill each other. However, this matter itself is not harmful to Alice herself, and she does not need to object, "But...the niece of the Duchess..."

"Get rid of that young and charming lovely lady," Damian said with no refusal. "Let her dance by herself, she won't lose it. The guests in the court ball have been carefully checked, and nothing can happen."

They are all planning to assassinate the high priest here, so it's impossible for something to happen. Alice slandered, but still agreed:

"Ok."

After their conversation was over, almost twenty-four hours later, Damian's knife cut the high priest's throat.

The high priest lay on the floor, Damian knelt down in front of the high priest, watching his life gradually drain from his body, and he could no longer move. Damian stretched out his hand and closed the high priest's eyes:

"A good night's sleep... Brother."

After doing this, he took off his blood-stained cloak and coat. He also took off the high priest's draperies, and threw them on the ground as rags. The blood of the high priest dripped all over the ground, quickly soaking all these clothes. After doing this, he yelled to the closet in the room:

"You don't come out soon."

There was a noise in the closet, the door opened, and Alice, wearing a mask, staggered out of it.

"It's so boring here... So, what do you want me to do? Move the corpse?"

Damian didn't speak up, he was using a handkerchief to carefully wipe the blood on the high priest's face and neck.

"Help me get rid of this stuff." After he wiped the blood from the high priest's face, he threw the bloodied handkerchief aside in disgust, "and wipe off the blood on the clothes and the floor."

Alice asked very uncertainly:

"So you called me... to help you clean up?"

"Almost." Damian said, "A person like me can't do such a thing."

Alice wanted to complain about the fact that the Necromancer was with the corpse every day, why he couldn’t clean the blood by himself, but when she saw Damian’s face that resembled the high priest, she suddenly remembered that this person was also a Prince.

Perhaps he has never done such a job.

Alice has experienced many murders, but only when she cleans up will she really realize how much blood a person has. She found a bucket, wrung out the blood-stained clothes, and wiped the blood again, worried that if she couldn't wipe it well, the high priest's blood would drip down the floor.

I don't know what the room downstairs is for.

"Just cut the throat, why do you want to cut the artery?" She complained, rubbing the blood on the floor again and again.

Damian turned a deaf ear to her complaints, he had other things to do.

The closet in this room has spare white sacrificial drape and casual clothes specially prepared for the archmage. Damian first put on the casual clothes and mask on the high priest's corpse, making him lie on the recliner as if he was asleep. Then he put on the white sacrificial drape himself. In this way, he looked almost the same as the high priest, but the golden color on his hair could not be easily removed.

He took out a bottle of potion, poured it on his hair, and combed it carefully with a comb. The hair stained with the potion quickly faded, and now he looked exactly like the high priest.

"That's it." Damian said, turning to ask Alice, "What do you think?"

Alice raised her head to look at him:

"Your face looks younger than the high priest."

"It's okay," Damian said, looking in the mirror. "No one would dare to look closely at the high priest's face, not even the king."

He was probably right.

After a long time of hard work, Alice finally cleaned up all the blood visible to the naked eye. But the strong smell of blood didn't dissipate so easily. Alice had opened the window for a while, but the weather was quite cold and the window could not be opened for long.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

Alice didn't expect anyone to come here to find the high priest, and she cast a "what should I do now" look at Damian.

It was because she was wearing the mask that Damian didn't notice the look in her eyes, or because he didn't care at all. Damian called out:

"Come in."

The people outside gingerly pushed the door halfway open. Alice did not expect that it was her acquaintance standing outside.

Etienne.

Alice almost yelled out, but she held it back. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask, and Etienne would never recognize her.

Damian turned his head and asked very calmly:

"Is there a problem?"

Alice must say that Damian's elegant posture is indeed exactly the same as that of the high priest, even if his face looks a little younger, no one will doubt his identity.

Before knocking on the door, Etienne was actually very hesitant.

The high priest is resting. It is hard to say what attitude he will treat those who disturb him, but this is the only opportunity to talk to the high priest... Etienne didn't want to miss it.

He wandered in the hallway at the door for a long time before finally made up his mind to take a gamble.

The high priest let him in, but Etienne was surprised...the high priest was not the only one here.

There was a woman wearing a mask standing by the wall, apparently talking to the high priest. As you can imagine, they must be talking about some secret content.

Etienne realized that he came by accident.

"Sorry to interrupt." Etienne exited the room three steps back, closed the door, and fled.