331.Chapter 329 328 Shocked! Missy was actually just the spare tire!

Chapter 329 328.Shocked! Missy is actually just the spare tire! -[415]

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Phineas knew that he had been caught in the enemy’s seduction scheme.

She knew she was stepping into danger, but she had to come.

Because the message sent into her senses by the man who was hiding just now was already threatening her with the Seed of Life in her body, and the other party declared that if she didn’t show up for the appointment, then the destruction of the Scarlet Fortress would be brought about by Pheemis’s own hands.

And then there was the message about the vampire god-sin that had been molded by Salokdar
These two things hit the most vulnerable part of Missy’s heart perfectly, and it was the thing that worried her the most after her new life had started.

She was no longer afraid of the trouble her ugly past could cause her, and she now didn’t want to drag the clan that had re-adopted her into trouble as well because of her. As one of the higher-ups of the Blood Vulture Clan, no one knows better than Phineas the tricky situation that Tris and Murphy are facing at the moment.

She might hardly be part of the answer, but she didn’t want to make herself a new problem.

As a Psychic Master, though, Phimis wasn’t reckless.

As she traveled to the land of psychic guidance, she didn’t forget to send a message to Tris with her arithmetic pearl.

In case something really went wrong, only a Spiritual Energy Master like Tris could rush over to support her in the shortest possible time. But what was Cuice doing at this moment? There was no response after the message was sent?

This made Phineas’ heart sink.

Could there be a problem on Tris’s side as well?

But at this moment, there was no time for her to think about it, just a kilometer away from where the caravan was attacked, under a remote hill, Missy sensed the Midnight Boundary propped up in front of her.

This should be the location where that group of wolfsbane ambushers had hidden before, and what made Femis feel extremely pressured was that this boundary in front of her was more advanced than the spell she had used before, both in terms of its size and the efficiency of the flow of spiritual energy.

In other words there was a Spiritual Energy Master on the opposite side as well, and his academic attainments were much higher than hers.

“Come in and talk, my dear child.”

Just as Femis hesitated, a woman’s voice rang out in front of her, a voice that was gentle with a hint of lethargy like a bolt of lightning striking Missy’s mind as if it had torn through layers of fog.

It was like ripping through layers of fog. It crossed over those memories that were either true or false and lifted the deepest parts of Firmis’ mind that had been forced into oblivion.

It was this voice!

She would never forget the familiar distinctive feeling that this was the voice that belonged to her mother, the voice that had been with her since she was a child.

Femis took a deep breath.

Knowing that she had met the right person, and that all the questions hidden in her mind might be answered this night, she cautiously applied a shield spell to herself then stepped into the midnight boundary in front of her.

What appeared before her was a campground.

Silent blood servants with an aura of asceticism were currently packing up the camp’s decorations in a busy evacuation stance, but at the edge of the camp stood several cages containing a handful of vampires who had been tortured to the point where they had only a breath left in their mouths.

In front of the only tent that was still intact, a chair and small round table that looked like something a lady or noblewoman would use for afternoon tea were set up in a very proper manner.

In front of the two chairs and behind them, a mature lady in a long white dress was holding a cup of tea as if waiting for her guests to arrive.

Femis felt like she had never seen this face before, she had searched every corner of her flawed memory and could not find the slightest trace of any association with her, but the truth of the matter was that she had been certain that this was her mother as soon as she had seen this woman.

There was no faking that mind-blowing feeling.

This was the legendary Lady Cecilia, the human lover of Salokdar and the dangerous man who had single-handedly orchestrated the destruction of Cadman City.

She was no longer human.

It was clear from the overly pale skin and the blood glint in her eyes that this lady had taken the path of no return to vampirism, and the odds were that the ancient blood she obeyed originated from the Wolfsbane Archduke Edward Sr.

She has become the “rising star” of the Wolfsbane clan and has built a strong faction within the clan based on the Bloodwing renegades she led.

They have replaced the Grey Claws and call themselves the “Wolf Vultures”, a name that’s a bit of a misnomer in every sense of the word.

“You have grown, my daughter.”

Seeing Firmis standing still, Mrs. Cecilia revealed a smile as she put down the cup of tea in her hand and looked at her daughter, who had grown up to be a beautiful woman, with a face full of tenderness and motherliness.

She smiled and said:
“What are you standing there for? Why don’t you come over and have a word with your poor mother, there isn’t much time left for us before the pesky Scarlet Witch arrives to stir things up. You see, Phoebus, your mother didn’t need to be here, but I still managed to squeeze in time at this dangerous juncture.

Just so I don’t miss another encounter with my daughter.”

“Your grooming is perfect, like another, more mature version of me, yet I don’t see much sincerity in your actions and gestures!”

Missy chortled in a very disrespectful manner:
“A mere astral projection . You claim that you won’t hold anything back from me, yet you don’t even dare to come to your former home earth in person?”

“Alas, I had thought that you could understand your poor mother’s plight.”

In the face of Femis’ chiding, Lady Cecilia revealed a very helpless and sad look.

In the background of the busy crowd behind her, she stood up and walked a few paces away from the eldest lady, maintaining her noblewoman’s posture playing with the lady’s fan in her hand and said softly:
“I sold everything I had left to an organization I can’t even name in order to take you back from that old madman, but I don’t regret it, my daughter.

I would have been content to see you blessedly escape from the ugly trap that Salokdar set for you.

It proves that all my sacrifices were worthwhile.

Next, I hope to save you again, my daughter, to save you from a doomed destruction and to continue your good life.

There is no need to feel sad about me and my sacrifices.

I volunteered.

For the love of my life, for you, I would give everything I could give, as would any mother in the world, and thankfully, so far, it seems that my employers are generous enough.”

Much had been revealed in those words.

At least for Femis, who already knew quite a bit about the inner workings of the situation.

So she asked in return:

“So, you joined the Wolfsbane Clan as well simply as a ‘master’s mission’? Does old Edward know about this? I guess he doesn’t, otherwise that old dog wouldn’t have dared to include you as a hot potato under his command.

As for the organization that you claimed you sold everything you had, it was ‘Dusk’, right?”

Femis’ inquiry caused Lady Cecilia to blush slightly.

She said in a hushed voice:

“Where did you learn of them? NO! You shouldn’t know all this; you must forget all you know; it’s a quagmire! I’ve jumped in and you should be clear.

I thought leaving you in Transylvania would be better for your development, but now it seems I made a terrible mistake, and leaving you with the asshole Tris is a huge problem. The Scarlet Witch will never learn to accept her fate, and her terrible defiance will eventually drag you down with her.

My daughter, you’re going to have to come with me.

You must leave here!

I will arrange for you to start your life all over again in another place of absolute safety.

Behave!

Don’t resist and you won’t hurt.”

Lady Cecilia raised her hand towards Phineas, a cloud of scarlet mixed with distinctive gray psychic energy lingered to turn into chains to bind Missy.

But the hum from the Night Whispering Staff erupted into a scorching splash of psychic energy as Missy gripped the weapon in both hands and hammered it into the ground, streams of blood and gold intertwining in an instant into a circle of guardian spells to clear out all the filth within three feet of her surroundings.

Caught off guard, the gray psychic energy in Lady Cecilia’s hand exploded on impact.

The rest of the wave affected the stability of this astral projection, causing her torso to flutter like a disturbed electronic screen in the form of a strange snowflake, and she took several consecutive steps back before re-stabilizing her psychic projection.

She looked at her daughter in surprise.

The spell Femis had just used was by no means the traditional power of vampire psionics! It didn’t even come from Midnight, it came from the “private teachings” of Lord Paying, but Phineas really didn’t expect to use it so soon, and Missy stood in the midst of the Guardian’s Spell, which emitted white and red intertwined streams of light, as she stared at her mother with an incomprehensible look in her eyes.

She said:

“Why are you involved with Chaos Spirit Energy? So the source of power behind Dusk comes from subspace? No wonder you were able to tempt Father to open a dangerous rift in the Blood Vulture Cloister. You have been compelled by the Chaos Consciousness, Mother.

Nothing you utter can be trusted, and you don’t even know what you’re saying yourself!
This meeting has been a disappointment.

I had expected to receive more comfort from you from a loved one.

But all I saw was a madman who had buried the love of his life with his own hands and was intent on dragging his own daughter into a chaotic delusion as well.”

“You! Everyone is entitled to call me crazy, but only you are not, Femis!”

Lady Cecilia was also enraged.

She chided crossly:
“I have sacrificed everything I could give for you!”

“But it was Tris and Murphy who really saved me from despair! It was Finok and Paranor who sent my father to his resting place! It was the warriors of the Scarlet Fortress who put an end to the Blood Wyvern disaster with their own hands! I don’t see your so-called ‘sacrifices’ playing a starring role in any of this.

On the contrary, it was because of your behind-the-scenes maneuvering that the city of Cadman fell into ruins overnight, 150,000 people died, and even Transylvania was dragged to the brink of destruction by you.

The entire continent shuddered because of your madness.

You only sought revenge on my father, but there was not even an ounce of salvation lacking in that act of vengeance.”

Missy’s voice was also filled with sadness.

She said:

“Enough, mom, you don’t know what you’re doing, stop! Tell me everything you know about the Twilight, so that I may have the slightest possibility of freeing your soul from the bonds and temptations of subspace.

Do not continue!
Everything you do in the name of ‘doing me good’ only makes me suffer more, and even implicates more innocents, enough already!”

“The seed!”

Lady Cecilia seemed to be trying to explain what she had done.

She looked alarmed at the moment, and as if the rebuke from her daughter had disturbed her, she spoke somewhat tongue in cheek:

“If it wasn’t for my sacrifice, that seed inside you would have devoured you a long time ago, Avalon was never a benevolent deity, it was just a psychopath from the astral realm! They only descended their so-called mercy because of their duties as ‘Sentinels of the Frontier’, but they don’t care at all about what happens in this world.

You don’t understand, child!

The effects of subspace on the continent have been in the bones for a long time, and the appearance of the twilight wasn’t the beginning, that was just the finale playing of the end.

I really did give everything for you!
You can’t slander your poor mother like that. I admit I’ve done some bad things, but it was all for you.

Behave!

It’s no longer possible to stay here.

Transylvania is destined to be the first piece of the puzzle when the Era of Destruction arrives, and so-called salvation never existed, but we can earn with our hands the chance to survive the next Era.

Dusk is a ship!

It’s an ark, and only by stepping onto it before the bells of the Era of Destruction toll you may be saved, as I was told by the ‘Friar General’ himself .
Ah!”

She said the information she shouldn’t have, the pain of becoming punished made Lady Cecilia lose all decency and curl up in agony.

The projection in front of her eyes also became unstable, and that meant that she, who didn’t know where she was, was suffering from unbearable severe pain, but soon enough, the pain dissipated.

Lady Cecilia regained her body.

There was no longer the madness and supplication on her face from before, instead, there was a touch of oozing calmness.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands had penetrated deep into her brain, stripping away all those weak emotions that she shouldn’t have as a “Dusk Apostle”, leaving only a shell of absolute sanity standing here.

“I don’t want to say too much more, Phineas.”

Lady Cecilia said calmly:

“You must leave here tonight, I will tell you everything you want to know when you arrive at the ‘Shelter’, all you need to know is that your mother sacrificed herself in exchange for your survival. You may not appreciate that sacrifice, but you have no business yelling at me.”

“You answer my last question!”

The scene in front of her like a “personality transformation” made Femis even more desperate, she was a psychic, she knew what this kind of change in her mother meant, so she asked in a low voice with a gesture of “no greater sorrow than the death of the heart”:
“Why did my father sacrifice his entire family to mold a divine sin, and why does that thing need me as its core to be complete? Are you guys behind this?”

“No, that was Salokdar’s own crazy idea.”

Lady Cecilia seemed to have lost interest in talking.

With a wave of her hand, she let a gray teleportation spell rise in the midst of this boundary as her own projection dissipated, and four giant sword guards wrapped in tainted shadows stepped out with great strides, the gray psychic energy on their bodies linking and twisting around them like a dense spiderweb, blocking off everything around them as if they were stripping off this small piece of land from the material world.

The gray dirty spiritual energy and the boundary of the guardian spell on Phineas’ body at this time contacted and collided, then erupted into a blinding fire echoing under the dark night, that was the annihilation and collapse generated by the collision of the extreme positive and extreme dirty power with each other.

This was the rhythm of taking Missy by force.

At the end of her projection’s dissipation, she whispered:

“Maybe you can’t understand, but everything your father did was just to protect you . As for that divine sin, silly child, it wasn’t meant for you.

That was just Salokdar racking his brains in his last moments of lucidity to ‘steal’ it from us, and that poor, foolish man wanted to give you the power to live on in the next epoch.

You are his most perfect creation, and the successor he has poured all his energy and expectations into.

He loved you.

But not in the way you wish.

That’s all.”

“So that so-called ‘Midnight Hostess’ was originally a ‘token of ascension’ that you left for Tris?
The hidden ‘source’ that has remained in Transylvania all this time in a sinister manner was also to promote this plan, and your real goal was always Tris!”

Just as Missy felt stunned by the truth, Murphy’s voice rang out from beyond the Midnight Boundary.

As the necessary evil tore through the boundary’s psychic energy flow and caused it to collapse, the vampire lord strided into the scene of “mother-daughter meeting”.

He looked at Lady Cecilia, who was down to her last vestige.

He said:

“No wonder Zweig kept yelling something about the ‘Path to the Gods’ before he died, the so-called ‘Path to the Gods’ was never reserved for Phineas.

The one who faced the sins of the gods head on that night and made them whole should have been Tris.
It was only because Salokdar tampered with your plans, resulting in a misadventure that allowed both Phineas and Tris to survive at the same time.

Ah, my poor old patriarch.

He really is an asshole, but we really misunderstood him too.”

“Murph?”

Lady Cecilia’s projection disappeared completely.

But her icy voice still echoed through the whistling blackness as she snapped:
“You little brat know too much, may you have left a suicide note for your beloved Tris before you departed from the Scarlet Fortress, wretch! You’re just a praying mantis trying to stop the wheel, and going to pieces is the last thing you deserve.

Right here! This very night, ha, Transylvania will lose its new master, and I wonder if this earth, so loved by you, will weep for you?”

(End of chapter)