"Woo..."

That's her mother, there can be no mistake.

Great, mom is really alive...

Ilia's voice also choked up, and finally burst into tears in her mother's arms, and her hands hugged Alice Phil in response.

When she left, Ilia was only eight years old. When she reunited at the age of 16, the girl spent eight years alone with the cold people in the castle. While being told of her sad fate, she savored the loneliness and fear of being alone.

Until now, she was in her mother's arms, and Illia was crying with peace of mind as she was when she was parting.

...

A very "moving" scene.

But the Fang Cangfa monster who was ordered to stop and watch didn't think so. It couldn't help making a soft "tsk" sound, and its right foot kept shaking, and it seemed very impatient.

"What's so good about this... The 20,000-character report, is the master making things difficult for me..."

The monster born from the torso of the evil god, the only positive emotion in its mind is probably the "worship" and "loyalty" to the creator, and the rest are some dark and **** thoughts that are not to be said.

Let it understand the affection of human beings, Rope may indeed be a little bit difficult this time.

"Leader, what do I need to do now?"

While the mother-daughter reunion scene was being staged over there, Mary quietly walked to Fallow's side and bowed her head respectfully.

"The ten people you selected are gathered here. Please tell me what to do next."

"Go and get familiar with this castle as much as possible." Fallows relayed Rope's order.

"My Lord Creator is cleaning up the mess. From now on, you will probably live in the castle here for a long time to serve these two young ladies, so you must restore this castle to normal for me before dinner-no matter in a mysterious sense. , Still in the meaning of life."

"learn."

Ignoring the surrounding chaos, Mary led the subordinates of the Order to scatter away in an orderly manner, preparing to take over the castle.

The handling of the corpse, the cleaning of the blood, these are their jobs.

So...what is the use of human emotions? He turned his gaze back to Alice Phil and Ilia.

The offspring are only necessary for the reproduction of the species, and the high-ranking species do not even need the inheritance of offspring. They are a kind of eternity in themselves.

Such subordinates existed like slaves, why would she hug the girl so happily...? Fallows almost crushed his teeth and couldn't figure out the truth.

The long history of Nero Kaos is still recorded in the memory of humans. But "knowing" and "understanding" are quite different after all.

...Sure enough, you are embarrassing me, right? Lord Creator!

At this time, from the shadow of the castle corridor, Rope's footsteps passed through.

The black-haired youth wiped the blood from his hands with a handkerchief, and the smile on his face was still so relaxed and gentle.

It seems that in a short time of nearly twenty minutes, the negotiation (physical) between him and the members of the Einzbern family has completely ended.

PS:

What rice bowl? I don’t understand...

Chapter 92 The End of the First Foreign Drama

(Serra)

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He glanced at Alice Phil, who was holding each other with the silver-haired loli, and deliberately relaxed a little.

Arrived, beside Faloth, he asked.

"Have you seen the fish that slipped through the net?"

"No...oh, wait a minute." Faloth's pupils turned unnaturally, as if staring somewhere, and then his expression returned to normal.

"...Okay, Master Creator. Just now, two magicians who acted together fled to the outskirts of the castle. They have now been dealt with by my clone, plus the magicians in the castle you killed. This family should have been That’s it. I’m also good at assigning subordinates to get them to familiarize themselves with their positions first. Is there anything else you need us to do?"

"Well, it's good. Let's do it for the time being. Except for a small number of special humanoids, I have killed all the other magicians, so you will save a lot of trouble."

Rope dropped the blood-stained handkerchief and asked again.

"Faloth, how do you feel when seeing this touching scene?"

"Do you want to tell the truth next?" Faloth meant it was self-evident.

"……Ok."

Luo Pei held his head and said with a toothache, "I said that although too alien thinking has unique conveniences, it is not feasible in this human society. We are now in a human society. I hope you can remember this. One point. You can make good use of Nero Kaos's memory for the report, and you are not allowed to miss a single word."

"... Do your best."

If monsters are required to kill and fight, Faloth is a good hand. But this kind of command that goes against his subjective consciousness is really not good at it.

In the brief conversation with Faloth, the emotions of the silver-haired mother and daughter seemed to stabilize, and replaced by a kind of warm and silent silence.

However, speaking of mother and daughter, they are more like a pair of sisters...Rope thought.

This is not a complimentary adjective, but a real visual effect.

The body of Alice Phil’s doll is normally seventeen years old under the setting of Aozaki Orange. Ilia has a real age of sixteen, but her appearance is a nine-year-old girl, plus the very similar silver hair and Hong Tong, isn't it just a pair of sisters?

……so good.

Alice Phil released Ilia, turned around, with tears on her face, and said thankful words to Rope.

"Thank you very much... Mr. Rope, thank you for reuniting me and my daughter again."

"Ha, now Madam, don't force yourself." Luo Pei refused her thanks with a smile.

"It's true that you asked me for help, but now and now I am the murderer of the clan who slaughtered Einzbern. Even if you remain silent, I will not blame you. This is your basic right, madam."

He also understands the feelings of others.

"No, this is what I decided long ago."

Alice Phil shook her head, her white palms gently stroked Iliya's long hair.

"I was hesitant before, but after seeing Ilia, I didn't care at all."

The word mother gave her courage-enough courage to bear the cause of the death of her people.