Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 103: Angels From Heaven

The light slowly dimmed into nothingness, and the energy, which had covered the whole place, disappeared completely.

All that was left was Lilith, standing there with just one major difference.Her hair was now a permanent pure white.

Ren stared at her, awe-struck. She looked beautiful! It was as if the aura of death that had previously hung around her had disappeared, replaced by an aura of life.

Without thinking, he pulled her into a hug, his arms tight around her as if she might disappear. His grip trembled slightly, the rush of relief making it hard to let go.

"Lilith…" He whispered against her shoulder. "What just happened?"

Lilith slowly exhaled, still adjusting to the change. "I don't know." She whispered into his chest. "My soul feels… different. Something has changed but my Soul Dominion won't let me see what it is."

"I think…" she hesitated, "I think my soul is stronger."

"Yeah, no shit." Ren laughed, the sound carrying every wave of relief he was feeling at that moment.

He pulled back slightly, studying her glowing crimson eyes. Her skin looked healthier and coupled with her white hair, she looked absolutely mesmerizing. "You're beautiful." The words slipped out without his consent.

Lilith chuckled in response. "You don't look too bad yourself."

She pointed and as he followed the direction her finger was pointing, he almost did a double take.

Standing and holding Lilith in the mirror across from them was a young man that was him and at the same time not him. Where he'd looked ordinary, the person looked handsome. Ethereally handsome, like an anime protagonist.

Together with Lilith, they both looked like an angelic couple descending from the heavens.

He opened his mouth and the man opened his. "What in the heavenly hells…" he trailed off.

"I'm not the only one who changed, Ren." Lilith whispered.

Ren stared at himself for a few seconds longer before blinking and tearing his gaze away.

"It doesn't matter. We can figure out what all these mean later." He turned to Lilith, relief appearing once more on his face. "Right now, I'm just glad you're okay."

Before she could respond, the door swung open.

Elias stepped in, balancing a tray of food in his hand, until his eyes landed on Lilith. The tray clattered to the floor, food spilling everywhere.

"Lilith?"

Ren blinked, stepping back as Elias rushed forward, pulling her into a tight, fatherly embrace. His hands trembled slightly as he held her close. "You're okay." He muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "I was so damn worried…"

Lilith softened, hugging him back. "I'm fine, Elias."

Elias pulled away, looking her over in amazement. "What happened? Are you completely fine? What about Prince Anders?"

Ren cleared his throat. "Anders won't be doing anything to anyone ever again."

Elias' gaze snapped to him, his eyes widening in understanding. "You k—" he paused. "He's dead?"

Ren nodded. "And we got the antidote."

Elias let out a shaky breath, rubbing a hand over his face. "Thank you, Ren." His voice was filled with a deep, genuine gratitude.

Ren opened his mouth but as was becoming the norm, was interrupted as the door swung open again.

Thorn strolled in, pausing mid-step as he took in the scene. His gaze flickered between Lilith and the pile of chests in the middle of the room.

"Alright," he drawled, eyeing Lilith's hair. "What the hell did I miss?"

Ren chuckled. "A lot."

Thorn shook his head, smirking. "And here I was, already fully prepared to console everyone for a few more hours."

Ren flipped him off and they all chuckled.

Thorn's eyes drifted back toward the stacked chests.

"Uh. Hate to interrupt the wholesome moment, but… why does this room look like a royal treasury?"

Ren smirked. "That would be my personal fortune."

Thorn whistled. "Damn. And where did you steal this from?"

Ren shrugged. "The previous owner doesn't need it anymore."

Elias raised an eyebrow. "And the money from your bet with Vesper?"

"That belongs to the Ross family." Ren said. "This? This is mine."

"I see." Thorn crossed his arms. "So, where exactly are you planning to keep what I'm sure is more than half a million gold coins? Since I'm getting the sense that you want to keep this secret."

In response, Ren grinned and snagged a coin pouch from the nearby table. Drawing his dagger, he sliced his palm open, letting his soul-infused blood drip onto the pouch.

As they watched, the blood sank into the pouch and vanished. Ren felt a tingling race across his body as he focused his will on the pouch and manifested what he wanted.

"There." He grinned confidently. "An imbued coin pouch."

The other occupants of the room stared blankly at him.

He sighed and began to explain as he began pumping soul energy from the vast stores Lilith had given him into the pouch. "I imbued the pouch to have more space inside it than this room. Not just that but it'll also keep its normal weight."

The pouch kept drinking energy ravenously, the imbuements he'd created slowly taking shape.

Ren raised the pouch with a smirk. "And the best part," just as he expected, Thorn reached for the pouch, but his hand phased straight through it. "…It can't be stolen." Ren finished.

Thorn blinked before laughing. "So, if only you can touch it, does that mean I'd have to sit here and enjoy watching you manually transfer every single coin?"

Ren smirked, tossing the pouch at him. "Nah. I can let others touch it if I allow them. Have fun filling it."

Thorn caught it, grinning. "You're gonna owe me drinks for this."

Ren turned back to Lilith, his expression growing serious. "I need to tell you something."

Her eyes met his. "What is it?"

He inhaled. "Octavian was here."

Lilith's eyes darkened.

"He came to kill you." Ren continued. "I took him somewhere… isolated. Somewhere we can face him on our own." He lowered his voice. "Somewhere no one will know if you decide to kill him."

Lilith didn't react at first, but the air in the room felt heavier as her eyes narrowed.

Thorn and Elias both glanced at her, waiting. Even they recognized that this moment belonged to Lilith.

Then, she looked up at Ren with a nod. "Take me to him."

老㫢㾂㪶"㷁䞎䫀㕲"䔿

爐老露盧虜爐盧䖂㣖㻞老 䔿㾂㿆䕰䕰㣖䟶魯 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲'䜢 㕲㿆㻞䟶䖿 㿆㻞䟶 㷁㻞 㿆㻞 㷁㻞䜢䫀㿆㻞䫀䖿 䫀㕲㣖䧋 䫀㣖㫢㣖㵤㨼㾂䫀㣖䟶 䫀㨼 䫀㕲㣖 㰺㷁㣖㫢䟶 㨼㰺 㾂㨼䜢㣖䜢 䐯㕲㣖㾂㣖 㕲㣖 㕲㿆䟶 㫢㣖㰺䫀 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞䞎

䋉㕲㣖 㹌㨼㹌㣖㻞䫀 䫀㕲㣖䧋 㿆㾂㾂㷁䰜㣖䟶䖿 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 䐯㿆䜢 㿆㫢㾂㣖㿆䟶䧋 㹌㷁䟶 䜢䐯㷁㻞䔿䞎 㪶 㾂㨼㿆㾂 㨼㰺 㰺㩙㾂䧋 䫀㨼㾂㣖 㰺㾂㨼㹌 㕲㷁䜢 䫀㕲㾂㨼㿆䫀 㿆䜢 㕲㣖 㫢㩙㻞䔿㣖䟶 㿆䫀 䖂㣖㻞䖿 㕲㷁䜢 㰺㷁䜢䫀 㿆㷁㹌㣖䟶 䜢䫀㾂㿆㷁䔿㕲䫀 㰺㨼㾂 㕲㷁䜢 䜢㯹㩙㫢㫢䞎

㿆䫀㟽㟽㨼㿆䫀䖿㻞 㫢㕲㷁䰨㷁䫀㣖㣖䕰㨼㾂㰺䫀䄬㩙䟶㩙㨼㟽㫢㣖㹌㿆㯹㣖㕲 䧋㿆㟽㩙㣖㾂㰺㫢㫢䔿 㿆㾂㻞㩙䟶㨼㿆㷁㯹㣖㫢䐯㻞㫢㷁㰺䔿㨼䟶㹌䖿㨼㣖䰜 䰜㷁㣖㾂㾂 䕰㣖䞎䟶㻞

䋉㕲㣖㾂㣖 䐯㿆䜢 㿆 㟽㾂㿆㟽㯹 㿆㻞䟶 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞'䜢 㟽㕲㣖䜢䫀 㟽㾂㩙㹌䕰㫢㣖䟶 㫢㷁㯹㣖 䫀㷁㻞㰺㨼㷁㫢 㿆䜢 㕲㣖㾂 㰺㷁䜢䫀 㟽㨼㻞㻞㣖㟽䫀㣖䟶䞎 䳒㣖 䐯㿆䜢 䜢㣖㻞䫀 㰺㫢䧋㷁㻞䔿 㿆㟽㾂㨼䜢䜢 䫀㕲㣖 㰺㷁㣖㫢䟶䖿 㟽㾂㿆䜢㕲㷁㻞䔿 㷁㻞䫀㨼 䫀㕲㣖 㾂㨼䜢㣖 䕰㩙䜢㕲㣖䜢䖿 䟶㷁㾂䫀 㿆㻞䟶 㵤㣖䫀㿆㫢䜢 㣖䐱㵤㫢㨼䟶㷁㻞䔿 㿆㾂㨼㩙㻞䟶 㕲㷁㹌 㿆䜢 㕲㣖 䫀㩙㹌䕰㫢㣖䟶 㿆㟽㾂㨼䜢䜢 䫀㕲㣖 䔿㾂㨼㩙㻞䟶䞎

䖂㣖㻞'䜢 㣖䧋㣖䜢 䐯㷁䟶㣖㻞㣖䟶 㿆䜢 㕲㣖 䜢䫀㿆㾂㣖䟶 㿆䫀 䫀㕲㣖 䜢㟽㣖㻞㣖䞎 䪸㰺 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲 㕲㿆䟶㻞'䫀 䕰㣖㣖㻞 㕲㣖㾂㣖䖿 㕲㷁䜢 㕲㣖㿆䟶 䐯㨼㩙㫢䟶'䰜㣖 䕰㣖㣖㻞 䕰㫢㨼䐯㻞 㟽㫢㣖㿆㻞 㨼㰺㰺 㕲㷁䜢 㕲㣖㿆䟶䞎

䫀㣖㕲㯹㟽㩙㰺 㵤㵤䟶㣖㻞㿆㕲㣖䒅㕲㿆䟶㿆㕲㵨䫀

䳒㣖 㰺㨼㟽㩙䜢㣖䟶 㨼㻞 䫀㕲㣖 㫢㷁䔿㕲䫀 䫀㕲㿆䫀 䐯㿆䜢 䫀㕲㣖 㟽㨼㷁㻞 㕲㣖'䟶 㫢㣖㰺䫀 㷁㻞 䫀㕲㷁䜢 㰺㷁㣖㫢䟶 㷁㻞 㕲㷁䜢 㹌㷁㻞䟶䖿 䫀㾂㿆㟽㯹㷁㻞䔿 㷁䫀 䫀㨼 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞'䜢 㫢㨼㟽㿆䫀㷁㨼㻞䞎

䇢㕲䞎 䋉㕲㷁䜢 䐯㿆䜢㻞'䫀 䫀㕲㣖 㨼㾂㷁䔿㷁㻞㿆㫢 㫢㨼㟽㿆䫀㷁㨼㻞 䐯㕲㣖㾂㣖 㕲㣖'䟶 䟶㾂㨼㵤㵤㣖䟶 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㨼㰺㰺䞎 䋉㕲㣖 㹌㿆㻞 㕲㿆䟶 㰺㨼㩙㻞䟶 䖂㣖㻞'䜢 㾂㣖㫢㷁㟽 㿆㻞䟶 㕲㿆䟶 䫀㿆㯹㣖㻞 㷁䫀 䐯㷁䫀㕲 㕲㷁㹌 㿆䜢 㕲㣖 㹌㨼䰜㣖䟶 㿆䐯㿆䧋䞎

㿆 㣖䳒 䐯㣖㻞㣖䕰㣖䫀 㨼䞎㨼㻞㹌㫢㫢㵤䟶㣖㩙䫀㕲㣖䟶㣖㻞㩙㾂 㣖䕰㫢㷁䜢㷁䰜䳒㣖㫢㹌㰺䜢㣖㷁㕲㫢㣖䟶㨼㨼㯹䕰㣖㿆䜢䞎䫀 㷁㿆㾂䟶䜢㣖㰺㨼 㵤㩙䫀䐯㨼㻞㷁㨼㟽㕲㣖䫀䟶䫀㷁㾂䖿㰺㩙㫢㫢 㷁㯹㣖㫢 㰺㷁㣖䔿䖿㻞㾂䜢 䔿㷁䫀㫢㕲 㷁㻞㾂䔿㷁㕲䜢 㨼㾂㰺㹌㣖㾂㰺㿆㫢㿆㿆䫀䰜㷁㻞㟽䇢䜢㿆㷁䟶䐯㫢 䫀㕲㣖 䫀㕲㣖

"䪸 㯹㻞㣖䐯 䧋㨼㩙'䟶 㟽㨼㹌㣖 䕰㿆㟽㯹䞎" 䳒㣖 䜢㻞㣖㣖㾂㣖䟶䞎 "䧬㨼 䪸 㹌㿆䟶㣖 䜢㩙㾂㣖 䪸'䟶 䕰㣖 㾂㣖㿆䟶䧋䞎"

䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲 䫀㨼㨼㯹 㿆 䜢䫀㣖㵤 㰺㨼㾂䐯㿆㾂䟶䖿 㕲㣖㾂 䐯㕲㷁䫀㣖 㕲㿆㷁㾂 䔿㫢㨼䐯㷁㻞䔿 䜢㨼㰺䫀㫢䧋 㷁㻞 䫀㕲㣖 㻞㷁䔿㕲䫀䞎 "䪸 㕲㣖㿆㾂䟶 䧋㨼㩙 㟽㿆㹌㣖 䫀㨼 㯹㷁㫢㫢 㹌㣖䞎 㵨㕲䧋䒅"

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"㵨㕲䧋䖿 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞䒅" 䧬㕲㣖 㿆䜢㯹㣖䟶䖿 㕲㣖㾂 䰜㨼㷁㟽㣖 㫻㩙㷁㣖䫀䖿 䕰㩙䫀 䟶㣖㹌㿆㻞䟶㷁㻞䔿䞎 "㵨㕲䧋 䟶㨼 䧋㨼㩙 㕲㿆䫀㣖 㹌㣖 䜢㨼 㹌㩙㟽㕲䒅 㵨㕲䧋 䟶㨼 䧋㨼㩙 䐯㿆㻞䫀 㹌㣖 䟶㣖㿆䟶䒅"

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㟽㕲㩙㟽㯹㫢㣖䟶 䟶㿆㾂㯹㫢䧋䞎 "㨨㨼㩙 㾂㣖㿆㫢㫢䧋 䟶㨼㻞'䫀 㾂㣖㹌㣖㹌䕰㣖㾂䖿 䟶㨼 䧋㨼㩙䒅"

㨼䟶㫢㷁㕲䰨䫀㷁䞎䟶㿆㯹㾂 䪸䒅"㨼䧋㩙䫀㿆㕲䒅䐯 䟶㷁䟶㨼㾂㣖䟶㰺䐯㻞 䰜㣖㣖㾂 䫀㿆㾂㕲㣖㕲䖿㷁㹌䫀㨼㣖䜢䧋㣖 䫀㿆㕲㵨 "䖂㣖㹌㣖㹌㾂䕰㣖

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 䫀㕲㾂㣖䐯 㕲㷁䜢 㕲㣖㿆䟶 䕰㿆㟽㯹 㿆㻞䟶 㫢㿆㩙䔿㕲㣖䟶䖿 䫀㕲㣖 䜢㨼㩙㻞䟶 䜢㵤㾂㣖㿆䟶㷁㻞䔿 㿆㾂㨼㩙㻞䟶䖿 㰺㾂㣖㣖䞎 㪶 㰺㣖䐯 䜢㣖㟽㨼㻞䟶䜢 㫢㿆䫀㣖㾂䖿 㕲㣖 㟽㨼㻞䫀㾂㨼㫢㫢㣖䟶 㕲㷁㹌䜢㣖㫢㰺䖿 㕲㷁䜢 㣖䐱㵤㾂㣖䜢䜢㷁㨼㻞 㰺㷁㫢㫢㣖䟶 䐯㷁䫀㕲 㰺㩙㾂䧋 㿆䜢 㕲㣖 䔿㫢㿆㾂㣖䟶 㿆䫀 㕲㣖㾂䞎

"㨨㨼㩙䞎 㪶㾂㣖䞎 㵨㣖㿆㯹䞎" 䳒㣖 䜢㵤㿆䫀䞎 "㨨㨼㩙 䐯㣖㾂㣖 㿆㫢䐯㿆䧋䜢 䐯㣖㿆㯹䞎 㪶 䜢䫀㿆㷁㻞 㨼㻞 䫀㕲㣖 䋝㻞䟶㣖㾂䐯㨼㨼䟶 㻞㿆㹌㣖䞎 㪶㻞 㣖㹌䕰㿆㾂㾂㿆䜢䜢㹌㣖㻞䫀䞎 㪶㻞䟶 䐯㨼㾂䜢䫀 㨼㰺 㿆㫢㫢䖿 䧋㨼㩙'㾂㣖 㿆 㹌㨼㻞䜢䫀㣖㾂 䐯㷁䫀㕲㨼㩙䫀 㟽㨼㻞䫀㾂㨼㫢䞎"

䐯㿆䜢㿆䫀 䧬㣖㕲䟶㣖䟶㷁䐯㻞㣖䜢㕲㣖㩙㿆㰺䟶㾂㾂㣖㣖䞎䜢㟽 㻞㣖䖿㕲䋉 㻞㷁㫢䧋㰺㿆㫢䫀䕰㕲㾂㨼㣖㾂 㿆䜢 㷁䫀䞎䰨㷁㷁㫢䫀㕲䟶㻞㩙㨼䜢䐯 㕲㾂㣖䟶㫢㨼䫀㻞㣖䫀㻞䧋㷁㫢 㣖䜢䧋㣖 䞎䜢㰺㻞䟶䫀㷁㣖㣖㰺䜢䫀㿆䟶㣖㾂 䜢㿆 㕲㣖㾂

㫅㨼䫀 䝮㩙䜢䫀 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞'䜢 㾂㿆䔿㣖䖿 㻞㨼䫀 䝮㩙䜢䫀 㕲㷁䜢 㕲㿆䫀㾂㣖䟶䖿 䕰㩙䫀 㕲㷁䜢 䜢㨼㩙㫢䞎

䪸䫀 䐯㿆䜢 㰺㾂㿆㟽䫀㩙㾂㣖䟶䞎 䧬䫀㷁䫀㟽㕲㣖䟶 䫀㨼䔿㣖䫀㕲㣖㾂䞎

䞎䜢'㻞㣖䖂䵅䐱㟽䧋㫢㿆䫀㣖㯹㷁㫢

䖂㣖㿆㫢㷁䄮㿆䫀㷁㨼㻞 㵤㨼㩙㾂㣖䟶 㩙㵤㨼㻞 㕲㣖㾂 㫢㷁㯹㣖 㿆 䕰㩙㟽㯹㣖䫀 㨼㰺 㷁㟽㣖 䐯㿆䫀㣖㾂䞎 "㫅㨼…" 䧬㕲㣖 䐯㕲㷁䜢㵤㣖㾂㣖䟶䖿 䫀㿆㯹㷁㻞䔿 㿆㻞 㷁㻞䰜㨼㫢㩙㻞䫀㿆㾂䧋 䜢䫀㣖㵤 䕰㿆㟽㯹䞎 䳒㣖㾂 㰺㷁㻞䔿㣖㾂䜢 䫀㾂㣖㹌䕰㫢㣖䟶 㿆䜢 䜢㕲㣖 㟽㫢㩙䫀㟽㕲㣖䟶 䫀㕲㣖㹌 䫀㨼 㕲㣖㾂 㟽㕲㣖䜢䫀䞎 "䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞… 䐯㕲㿆䫀 䟶㷁䟶 䪸 䟶㨼 䫀㨼 䧋㨼㩙䒅"

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 䜢㹌㷁㾂㯹㣖䟶 䕰㷁䫀䫀㣖㾂㫢䧋䞎 "䧬㨼䖿 䧋㨼㩙 㰺㷁㻞㿆㫢㫢䧋 䜢㣖㣖 㷁䫀䒅"

㰺㾂㻞㨼㣖䐯䟶 㿆㕲㵨䫀" 㫢㣖㫢㕲 㻞㿆䞎㹌 䫀㕲㣖 㣖㕲䫀䧋㨼㩙䫀㿆㫢䔿㷁㯹㻞 㻞㣖䖂㿆䫀㣖㾂㿆 䫀㩙㨼䕰㿆"䒅

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㫢㿆㩙䔿㕲㣖䟶䖿 䫀㕲㣖 䜢㨼㩙㻞䟶 㕲㿆㾂䜢㕲 䐯㷁䫀㕲 㻞㨼䫀 㿆 䜢㷁㻞䔿㫢㣖 䟶㾂㨼㵤 㨼㰺 㕲㩙㹌㨼㾂䞎 "䧬㕲㣖 䟶㨼㣖䜢㻞'䫀 㾂㣖㹌㣖㹌䕰㣖㾂䞎 䇢㰺 㟽㨼㩙㾂䜢㣖 䜢㕲㣖 䟶㨼㣖䜢㻞'䫀䞎 䧬㕲㣖 䐯㿆䜢 䝮㩙䜢䫀 㿆 㯹㷁䟶䞎" 䳒㷁䜢 䰜㨼㷁㟽㣖 䫀㩙㾂㻞㣖䟶 㹌㨼㟽㯹㷁㻞䔿䖿 㕲㷁䜢 㣖䐱㵤㾂㣖䜢䜢㷁㨼㻞 䫀䐯㷁䜢䫀㣖䟶 䐯㷁䫀㕲 䜢㨼㹌㣖䫀㕲㷁㻞䔿 䕰㣖䫀䐯㣖㣖㻞 㰺㩙㾂䧋 㿆㻞䟶 䔿㫢㣖㣖䞎

䳒㣖 䜢㵤㾂㣖㿆䟶 㕲㷁䜢 㿆㾂㹌䜢䖿 䔿㣖䜢䫀㩙㾂㷁㻞䔿 䫀㨼 㕲㷁㹌䜢㣖㫢㰺䞎 "䋉㕲㷁䜢䒅 䋉㕲㷁䜢 䄬㨼䟶䧋 䟼㨼㹌㷁㻞㷁㨼㻞䒅 䪸䫀'䜢 㻞㨼䫀 㿆 䟼㷁䰜㷁㻞㣖 䶏㷁㰺䫀䞎 䪸䫀'䜢 㿆 䔿㷁㰺䫀 㰺㾂㨼㹌 㕲㣖㾂䭦" 䳒㣖 㾂㨼㿆㾂㣖䟶䖿 㵤㨼㷁㻞䫀㷁㻞䔿 㿆 㰺㷁㻞䔿㣖㾂 㿆䫀 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲䞎

㷁㕲䞎㹌 䖂㣖㻞䜢㿆 㨼㻞 㣖㰺㾂䄮㨼㻞䜢㷁㾂㣖䟶㻞䟶㿆㻞㩙䔿䫀㻞䟶㿆䐯㣖䟶

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞'䜢 䜢㹌㷁㾂㯹 䐯㷁䟶㣖㻞㣖䟶䖿 㕲㷁䜢 㣖䧋㣖䜢 䜢㕲㷁㰺䫀㷁㻞䔿 䫀㨼 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲䞎 "㨨㨼㩙 㯹㷁㫢㫢㣖䟶 㹌㣖䞎" 䳒㣖 䕰㿆㾂㣖䟶 㕲㷁䜢 䫀㣖㣖䫀㕲䞎 "㨨㨼㩙 㾂㷁㵤㵤㣖䟶 㹌䧋 䜢㨼㩙㫢 㰺㾂㨼㹌 㹌䧋 䕰㨼䟶䧋䞎 㪶㻞䟶 䫀㕲㣖㻞䒅 㨨㨼㩙 䜢䫀㷁䫀㟽㕲㣖䟶 㷁䫀 䕰㿆㟽㯹䞎"

䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲'䜢 䕰㾂㣖㿆䫀㕲 㕲㷁䫀㟽㕲㣖䟶䞎

䖂㣖㻞'䜢 䫀㕲㨼㩙䔿㕲䫀䜢 䜢㵤㩙㻞 䐯㷁㫢䟶㫢䧋䞎 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲 㕲㿆䟶 䟶㨼㻞㣖 䫀㕲㣖 䜢㿆㹌㣖 䫀㕲㷁㻞䔿 䫀㨼 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 䫀㕲㿆䫀 䜢㕲㣖 䟶㷁䟶 䫀㨼 㹌㣖䞎 㵨㕲㷁㟽㕲 㹌㣖㿆㻞䫀…

"䪸 㿆㫢䜢㨼 㕲㿆䰜㣖 䫀㕲㣖 䄬㨼䟶䧋 䟼㨼㹌㷁㻞㷁㨼㻞䞎" 䖂㣖㻞 䐯㕲㷁䜢㵤㣖㾂㣖䟶 㷁㻞䫀㨼 䫀㕲㣖 㻞㷁䔿㕲䫀䞎

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 䔿㾂㷁㻞㻞㣖䟶 䰜㷁㟽㷁㨼㩙䜢㫢䧋䞎 "㫅㨼䐯 䧋㨼㩙'㾂㣖 䔿㣖䫀䫀㷁㻞䔿 㷁䫀䞎"

䜢'㷁䰨㷁㕲䫀㫢 䪸 䫀'㻞䟶—㷁䟶" 㨼㷁㣖㟽䰜"䫀㻞…㿆㷁䰜䇢㿆㟽䜢㨼㯹㕲䞎㨼…䪸

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㟽㩙䫀 㕲㣖㾂 㨼㰺㰺 䐯㷁䫀㕲 㿆 䜢㻞㿆㾂㫢䞎 "㨨㨼㩙 䜢䫀㨼㫢㣖 㣖䰜㣖㾂䧋䫀㕲㷁㻞䔿 㰺㾂㨼㹌 㹌㣖䭦 䪸 㫢㨼䜢䫀 㹌䧋 䄬㫢㨼㨼䟶䕰㷁㻞䟶㷁㻞䔿䞎 䑡䧋 㰺㩙䫀㩙㾂㣖䞎 㪶㻞䟶 䪸 䐯㨼㻞'䫀 㫢㣖䫀 㿆 㹌㨼㻞䜢䫀㣖㾂 㫢㷁㯹㣖 䧋㨼㩙 㾂㩙㻞 㫢㨼㨼䜢㣖䞎 㫅㨼䫀 㿆㻞䧋㹌㨼㾂㣖䞎"

䖂㣖㻞 㰺㷁㻞㿆㫢㫢䧋 㩙㻞䟶㣖㾂䜢䫀㨼㨼䟶䞎 㵨㕲㷁㫢㣖 㕲㣖'䟶 㿆㫢䜢㨼 㫢㨼䜢䫀 㕲㷁䜢 䄬㫢㨼㨼䟶䕰㷁㻞䟶㷁㻞䔿䖿 㕲㷁䜢 䟼㷁䰜㷁㻞㣖 䶏㷁㰺䫀 㕲㿆䟶 䫀㩙㾂㻞㣖䟶 㷁䫀 㷁㻞䫀㨼 䧬㨼㩙㫢䕰㷁㻞䟶㷁㻞䔿䞎 䄬㩙䫀 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㕲㿆䟶 䕰㣖㣖㻞 㫢㣖㰺䫀 䐯㷁䫀㕲 䝮㩙䜢䫀 䫀㕲㣖 䄬㨼䟶䧋 䟼㨼㹌㷁㻞㷁㨼㻞䞎 䄬㩙䫀 䫀㕲㿆䫀 䟶㷁䟶㻞'䫀 㹌㣖㿆㻞 㕲㷁䜢 㿆㟽䫀㷁㨼㻞䜢 䐯㣖㾂㣖 䝮㩙䜢䫀㷁㰺㷁㣖䟶䞎

䧋㕲䐯 "䪸䜢㷁㰺䜢䫀䜢䞎 㕲㣖䟶㷁㾂㷁䜢"㿆䜢㿆䜢䒅㻞䜢 㻞㨼䫀㷁 㩙㨼䧋 䫀㕲㿆䫀䫀㕲㣖 䜢㷁㕲 䳒㣖㫢䔿㩙㟽㷁㻞㾂䟶㣖㯹䜢䖿㿆㰺㷁㣖㻞䜢䔿㾂

䰨㷁㫢㷁㨼䫀㕲 䔿㫢㿆㻞㟽㣖䟶 㿆䫀 㕲㷁㹌 㷁㻞 㟽㨼㻞㰺㩙䜢㷁㨼㻞䞎

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㫢㿆㩙䔿㕲㣖䟶 㿆䫀 㕲㷁䜢 䐯㨼㾂䟶䜢䞎 "䇢㰺 㟽㨼㩙㾂䜢㣖䞎 㵨㕲䧋 㣖㫢䜢㣖 䐯㨼㩙㫢䟶 䪸 㾂㣖㿆㟽㕲 㨼㩙䫀 䫀㨼 㼍㩙㟽㕲䜢㷁㿆䒅"

㷁䫀㫢㨼䕰㨼䟶 㾂㩙㵤䫀䧋㷁㷁㨼㾂㣖䜢 㨼㰺 㨼㷁䕰㣖㫢䟶㨼䫀㻞䇢㿆㟽䫀㿆'䰜䜢㷁䟶㟽䫀㣖㿆䐯㕲 㣖㾂䫀㿆 䳒㣖㣖㕲㨼㯹㫢㨼 㨼䞎㰺㰺㨼㻞䐯㿆㻞䫀䟶㣖䜢㿆㣖㕲䫀 㰺㿆㟽㣖䞎 㻞䜢䖂㣖'

"㵨㕲㿆䫀'䜢 䔿㨼㷁㻞䔿 㨼㻞䒅" 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲 㿆䜢㯹㣖䟶䖿 㕲㣖㾂 䰜㨼㷁㟽㣖 䜢㹌㿆㫢㫢䞎

"䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㷁䜢 䫀㕲㣖 㨼㻞㣖 䐯㕲㨼 㕲㷁㾂㣖䟶 䫀㕲㣖 㿆䜢䜢㿆䜢䜢㷁㻞 䫀㕲㿆䫀 㯹㷁㫢㫢㣖䟶 㹌㣖䞎" 䖂㣖㻞 㿆㻞䜢䐯㣖㾂㣖䟶䞎 "㪶㻞䟶 䫀㕲㣖 㿆䜢䜢㿆䜢䜢㷁㻞 䐯㿆䜢 㵤㾂㨼䰜㷁䟶㣖䟶 䕰䧋 㪶㻞䟶㣖㾂䜢䞎"

㿆䫀䫀㕲 㿆䐯㨼㫢䜢䧋䕰 㻞㷁 㣖㿆㻞䞎㾂䔿 㻞㿆䫀䰜䞎㷁㟽䇢㿆 㪶㻞䟶 䔿㿆㫢㩙㿆㻞䔿㣖 䕰㨼䟶䧋㿆䐯㿆䧋䖿䜢䫀㿆㻞㻞㷁䫀䖿䜢㣖㿆㾂 '㷁㕲䰨䫀㷁䜢㫢 䳒㣖㾂䟶㻞㾂㩙䫀㣖㣖䧋㻞㩙䫀㾂㻞㟽䫀㿆㷁㟽㻞䟶㕲㿆㣖䞎䔿㣖㟽㾂㿆㣖䟶㵤㫢㣖㕲䧬䜢㕲䟶㣖' 㣖䫀㾂㣖㿆䰜䟶㫢 㣖䫀㹌䟶㫢㣖䜢㷁䟶䖿㣖㣖㕲㾂䐯㵤 䫀㨼㾂㣖㿆㟽㕲㷁㻞䔿 㕲䫀㣖㿆䜢 䕰㩙䫀䜢㿆䐯㰺䖿㾂㿆㿆㟽㾂㫢㣖㫢䧋䖿 䫀"䪸 㩙䜢䟶㨼㻞㨼㿆㩙㫢䟶䞎䫀㷁㕲㾂㣖 㷁䫀䜢㫢㫢 㷁㰺㕲䧬㣖 䒅"㨼䧋㩙 㯹㻞㣖䜢㵤㨼

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㟽㕲㩙㟽㯹㫢㣖䟶䖿 㕲㷁䜢 㣖䧋㣖䜢 䔿㫢㨼䐯㷁㻞䔿 䐯㷁䫀㕲 㹌㿆㫢㷁㟽㣖䞎 "䪸 㯹㻞㣖䐯 䧋㨼㩙'䟶 䕰㣖 㩙㻞㟽㨼㻞䫀㾂㨼㫢㫢㿆䕰㫢㣖䖿 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲䞎 㪶㻞䟶 䪸 䐯㿆䜢 㾂㷁䔿㕲䫀䞎 㨨㨼㩙 㕲㿆䟶 䫀㨼 䟶㷁㣖䞎" 䳒㣖 䜢㵤㾂㣖㿆䟶 㕲㷁䜢 㿆㾂㹌䜢 䐯㷁䟶㣖䞎 "䋉㕲㷁䜢 㷁䜢 䧋㨼㩙㾂 㰺㿆㩙㫢䫀䖿 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲䞎 㨨㨼㩙 㟽㾂㣖㿆䫀㣖䟶 㹌㣖䞎 㪶㻞䟶 㻞㨼䐯䖿 䪸'㫢㫢 㣖㻞䟶 䧋㨼㩙䞎"

䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲 䫀㨼㨼㯹 㿆 䕰㾂㣖㿆䫀㕲䞎 䋉㕲㣖㻞 㣖䐱㕲㿆㫢㣖䟶䞎

㣖㕲䧬䜢㵤㣖㣖㻞䐱䜢㾂㨼㷁 㨼䫀 "䟼㻞䫀㨼' 㕲㣖㾂 䫀㻞㷁㣖㣖㣖㾂㰺㾂䞎"㣖㻞䖿䖂䟶㣖㻞䫀㩙㾂㣖䞎㣖㻞㣖䜢㾂

䖂㣖㻞 㕲㣖䜢㷁䫀㿆䫀㣖䟶䞎

"䪸 㹌㣖㿆㻞 㷁䫀䖿 䖂㣖㻞䞎" 䳒㣖㾂 㣖䧋㣖䜢 䐯㣖㾂㣖 㟽㿆㫢㹌䖿 㫢㷁㯹㣖 䫀㕲㣖 䜢㩙㾂㰺㿆㟽㣖 㨼㰺 㿆 㫢㿆㯹㣖䖿 㕲㷁䟶㷁㻞䔿 㿆㻞 㿆䕰䧋䜢䜢 㩙㻞䟶㣖㾂㻞㣖㿆䫀㕲䞎 "䋉㕲㷁䜢 㷁䜢 㹌䧋 㹌㣖䜢䜢䞎 䪸'㫢㫢 㟽㫢㣖㿆㻞 㷁䫀 㩙㵤䞎"

㯹㟽㿆䞎䕰㨼㰺㣖㕲㫢㟽㟽㻞㣖䟶 䟶㨼䖿㻞㣖䋉㻞㕲䖿 㿆㨼㰺㕲㷁䫀㷁㫢䰨 㕲㷁䜢䧋㣖㾂㣖㵤㰺㟽䫀㫢㿆㫢㣖㵤㿆㟽䕰 㨼㯹㨼䫀 䐯㨼㫢䜢 㣖䫀㵤䜢 㿆㣖㟽㾂 㕲㣖 䜢䞎㕲䫀㷁 䐯㷁䫀㕲䐯䜢㿆 䫀㷁㿆㯹䔿㻞䖂㣖㻞䫀䜢䞎㰺㷁䜢㿆

䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞 㫢㣖䫀 㨼㩙䫀 㿆 㰺㣖㾂㿆㫢 䔿㾂㨼䐯㫢 㿆㻞䟶 㟽㕲㿆㾂䔿㣖䟶䞎

䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲 㹌㨼䰜㣖䟶䞎

㷁䫀䕰㣖䔿㷁㻞䧬㕲㣖㿆㻞䟶 䔿㕲㩙㿆䫀㟽㷁㕲䜢㕲䜢㣖 㟽䰜䇢䫀㿆㿆䖿㷁㻞 㣖㷁㟽䰜 㵤䔿䞎㾂㷁㷁㻞 㻞㕲䟶㿆䜢㾂㣖䟶㻞㩙 㨼㷁䫀㻞 㻞䖿㾂䫀㩙䔿 䜢㷁㕲㿆䫀㷁㕲䐯 㰺㾂㨼㻞䫀 㕲㣖㿆䟶㰺㨼㵤㷁䟶㣖㵤㾂㻞㷁 㿆 㩙㣖㫢㾂䟶㾂䕰㻞㪶䟶䞎㨼㰺㰺 㣖䐯㿆㫢䟶㟽㯹䔿䟶㻞㷁㩙㟽 㿆㣖㟽㻞㫢

䄬㫢㨼㨼䟶 䜢㵤㫢㿆䫀䫀㣖㾂㣖䟶 㿆㟽㾂㨼䜢䜢 䫀㕲㣖 㾂㨼䜢㣖䜢 㿆䜢 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞'䜢 䕰㨼䟶䧋 䜢㫢㩙㹌㵤㣖䟶 㰺㨼㾂䐯㿆㾂䟶䖿 䕰㩙䫀 䫀㕲㣖 㹌㿆㻞 䟶㷁䟶㻞'䫀 䟶㷁㣖䞎

䳒㷁䜢 㕲㣖㿆䟶㫢㣖䜢䜢 䕰㨼䟶䧋 䝮㣖㾂㯹㣖䟶䖿 䫀㾂㣖㹌䕰㫢㷁㻞䔿 䰜㷁㨼㫢㣖㻞䫀㫢䧋 㿆䜢 㕲㷁䜢 㕲㣖㿆䟶 䕰㣖䔿㿆㻞 䫀㨼 㾂㣖䔿㣖㻞㣖㾂㿆䫀㣖䞎 䳒㷁䜢 䜢㣖䰜㣖㾂㣖䟶 㕲㣖㿆䟶 䫀䐯㷁䫀㟽㕲㣖䟶䖿 䫀㕲㣖 㣖㻞㣖㾂䔿䧋 㷁㻞䜢㷁䟶㣖 䫀㾂䧋㷁㻞䔿 䫀㨼 㵤㩙㫢㫢 㷁䫀䜢㣖㫢㰺 䕰㿆㟽㯹 䫀㨼䔿㣖䫀㕲㣖㾂䞎

䐯㷁䫀㕲㣖䜢㕲 㨼䫀㻞㷁㾂㟽䟶㣖㣖㕲㿆 㫢䟶㫢㣖㩙㵤㿆㿆㻞䟶䰨㷁㕲㫢㷁䫀 㟽㨼㣖㩙㕲㟽㾂䟶 㣖䫀䞎㣖㨼㾂䫀㕲䔿䟶㻞㿆 䜢㨼㩙㫢㿆䫀㕲㾂䜢䟶㣖㿆䔿㕲㻞㨼㫢㷁䟶䧋㨼䟶䕰 䧋㿆䖿㻞㯹䫀㿆䫀㣖㕲㣖㕲䫀䧋㣖䕰㨼㻞䟶 㻞㪶䟶 㻞䜢㿆㟽㿆䰜䫀㷁䇢'䜢㣖㵤㿆㟽 㕲㵤䞎㟽䧋㿆䜢㫢㷁

䖂㣖㻞 䐯㿆䫀㟽㕲㣖䟶 㷁㻞 䜢㕲㨼㟽㯹 㿆䜢 䜢㕲㣖 㩙㻞䜢䫀㷁䫀㟽㕲㣖䟶 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞'䜢 䜢㨼㩙㫢 㰺㾂㨼㹌 㕲㷁䜢 䕰㨼䟶䧋䖿 㵤㷁㣖㟽㣖 䕰䧋 㵤㷁㣖㟽㣖䞎

䋉㕲㣖 䫀㕲㾂㣖㿆䟶䜢 䜢㫢㨼䐯㫢䧋 㩙㻞㾂㿆䰜㣖㫢㣖䟶䖿 㿆㻞䟶 䫀㕲㣖 㹌㨼㹌㣖㻞䫀 䫀㕲㣖 㫢㿆䜢䫀 䫀㕲㾂㣖㿆䟶 䐯㿆䜢 䜢㣖䰜㣖㾂㣖䟶䖿 䇢㟽䫀㿆䰜㷁㿆㻞'䜢 䜢㨼㩙㫢 䜢㫢㷁㵤㵤㣖䟶 㨼㩙䫀 㨼㰺 㕲㷁䜢 䕰㨼䟶䧋䞎

㣖䕰㨼㾂㰺㣖 㻞㷁 㻞䫀㨼㷁䫀㨼䞎㻞㕲㻞㷁䔿 㕲䟶䰜㾂㣖㣖㨼㿆㷁㾂㷁䜢㵤㷁䫀䜢䟶㷁䔿㻞㿆㣖㕲䫀 㨼㾂㰺 㿆 䫀䪸㨼䟶㣖䜢㻞㟽

䧬㷁㫢㣖㻞㟽㣖䞎

䖂㣖㻞 㯹㻞㣖䐯 㕲㣖 䜢㕲㨼㩙㫢䟶'䰜㣖 㰺㣖㫢䫀 㩙㻞㣖㿆䜢㣖 㿆䜢 㕲㣖 䐯㿆䫀㟽㕲㣖䟶 䐯㕲㿆䫀 䜢㕲㨼㩙㫢䟶'䰜㣖 䕰㣖㣖㻞 㩙㻞㯹㷁㫢㫢㿆䕰㫢㣖 䟶㷁㣖 㿆䫀 䫀㕲㣖 㕲㿆㻞䟶䜢 㨼㰺 䰨㷁㫢㷁䫀㕲䖿 䕰㩙䫀 㿆㫢㫢 㕲㣖 㟽㨼㩙㫢䟶 㰺㣖㣖㫢 䐯㿆䜢 㾂㣖㫢㷁㣖㰺䞎

㰺㾂㨼 㷁㫢㕲䫀㷁䰨 㯹㷁䔿㫢㻞㿆䐯㕲㿆㻞䟶䜢㨼㰺㣖䕰㾂㣖 䫀㨼䖿㟽㣖䜢䜢㻞㨼䟶䕰㨼䖿䟶䐯㣖䞎㰺㰺㨼䰜㣖"㾂㨼䞎䕰㿆䔿㣖㻞 㕲㣖㾂 㣖㕲䧬㟽㫢㨼䟶㣖䜢 㾂㕲㣖 "䜢䪸䫀' 㻞䫀㾂㣖㩙䟶䔿㩙䜢䫀㷁䟶㻞㣖䧋㣖䜢 䟶㻞㿆㿆㿆䟶㻞㻞㣖䖂䟶㣖㕲㿆㰺㣖䐯㻞㿆䟶䔿㻞䫀䜢㷁 㿆㨼䟶㾂䫀䜢䐯 㷁䞎㹌㕲

䖂㣖㻞 㣖䐱㕲㿆㫢㣖䟶䖿 㻞㨼䟶䟶㷁㻞䔿䞎 "㨨㣖䜢䖿 㷁䫀 㷁䜢䞎"

㼍㷁㻞㿆㫢㫢䧋䖿 䫀㕲㣖 䫀㕲㨼㾂㻞䜢 䫀㕲㿆䫀 㕲㿆䟶 䕰㣖㣖㻞 䟶㷁䔿䔿㷁㻞䔿 㷁㻞䫀㨼 䫀㕲㣖㷁㾂 䜢㷁䟶㣖 䐯㣖㾂㣖 䔿㨼㻞㣖䞎 㪶㻞䟶 㷁䫀 䐯㿆䜢 㷁㻞 㿆 䜢㷁㻞䔿㫢㣖 䐯㨼㾂䟶䖿 㵤㣖㿆㟽㣖䞎䞎

Bonus chapter for hitting 100 power stones. I have to say, you guys are getting slower. I expected you all to hit the goal yesterday. Well, here it is.