Chapter 154

“Blood and chaos.”

Kalysto’s gaze darkened.

Literally.

Her blood boiled as it had never boiled before, as hatred clouded her mind.

A thread of darkness descended on each of her shoulders, fading just before her elbows.

But she didn’t even notice it.

Without even thinking, Kalysto rushed into the second bedroom, crashing through the barrier separating the two rooms and drawing the attention of the only two beings still alive inside.

A current of electricity warned her of the magical barrier that was preventing her from saving the little girl, who seemed to be screaming at the top of her lungs from behind the wall of mana.

“Dispel Ezhil! Dispel Ezhil! Dispel Ezhil! Dispel Ezhil!” Kalysto growled, her voice sounding hoarse and strange to her own ears, but she didn’t care.

King Medhas turned his face towards her with his brow furrowed as if wondering what the hell she was doing there, Completely confident that no one could interrupt what he was carrying out, but his face lost all color when he realized that the barrier fell, allowing little Katia’s pleas to reach the ears of angry Kalysto, fueling her rage.

Maddened by memories of her childhood and the image of her mother’s body lying in the kitchen, Kalysto did not see the blood-stained ceremonial dagger in Medhas’ hand, nor Katia’s broken leg that the king was pressing hard to subdue her. Nor did she see the cut on the girl’s chest, nor the line of blood that began to ooze from the wound.

All she saw was a half-naked pervert near a defenseless girl.

“What the hell? How the hell did you get in here?” Medhas refuted, ignoring the book Darla had found in an old dusty room inside the temple and had secretly lent him.

Katia took advantage of the King’s small surge of carelessness to try to kick him again and get away from him but her hand slipped against the blood staining the damp marble altar and what little strength she had seemed to leave her as she tried to pull away from the ceremonial dagger, at the same time awkwardly fighting the groggy feeling of the drugs she had been given.

The fairy champion’s fist slammed into the disgusting king’s nasty face, breaking his jaw and ripping part of it from his ugly face as she saw Katia’s desperate attempts to leave him.

“Jhil Ezhil! Jhil Ezhil!” Kalysto growled, letting the golden light of her skill spread throughout the room, healing the little girl and the disgusting attempt at being human that had dared to harm Katia. “Jhil Ezhil!”

Medhas’ eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the skills of a saintess, one far more powerful than his former lover, Darla.

“Multiple targets! Ice stakes!” She muttered coldly and threw two stakes, one in each of Medhas’ hands. The king’s screams echoed throughout the room, silencing the loud cries of Katia, who was already in a fetal position on the altar with her eyes bathed in tears.

“Damned bitch! How dare you?” growled the king, whose jaw had just regenerated. “Fireball!” One of the battered hands was surrounded by fire, but even then it could not melt the ice.

And without giving him time to recover or launch an attack, Kalysto ran up to him and kicked him in the stomach, throwing him against the cold stone wall.

“Flame blast!” She whispered and a huge flare of fire came out of the saintess’s mouth, but this time, unlike the previous times, some of the fire was black.

“AAAHHH!” Medhas’ screams flooded the place and Kalysto had to force herself to stop so as not to kill him before his time.

“Jhil Ezhil! Jhil Ezhil!” She conjured as she walked towards him slowly, enjoying the fear in the eyes of the monster she had once made the mistake of labeling as human.

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“How? Impossible!” He stammered in tears, but when he noticed that she was closing in on him again, he stopped muttering and got scared. “Stop! Get away from me, you damned monster!” And he began to throw all the objects that were near him, from a candlestick to a ceremonial replacement dagger. But unintentionally, when Kalysto dodged the dagger, she left the way free for it to fall on Katia, burying itself in her leg.

“Ahh!” Katia’s scream resounded in Kalysto’s ears, who immediately turned to look at her, leaving the way free for Medhas to launch a fireball that crashed against Kalytso’s back, burning the back of her favorite black shirt.

It was at that moment that Kalysto noticed the blood on the altar and the body of another woman with her heart had been removed. The blood on the ground was fresh.

“Spear of ice!” she raised her left hand and muttered, her voice sounding as cold as the ice she just summoned. Shattering the King’s right shoulder.

Medhas’ screams filled the room as his arm came off his body. At the same time, Kalysto watched as half of the ice she had just cast was black.

“Jhil Ezhil! Jhil Ezhil! Jhil Ezhil!” she conjured, making sure to heal any internal wounds Katia had.

“Impossible! Are you a saintess?” the king muttered, full of disbelief despite what his eyes were seeing.

“What did you do to her?” she asked instead.

“You fucking bitch! I am the king of...!” Kalysto’s fist smashed into his ugly face, preventing him from finishing what he was saying.

“I asked you a question!” She commented as she melted the ice spear and threw another punch against his face, stunning him. “It doesn’t matter. Whether or not you did what I suspect you did to her, I’ll see to it that it never works for you again. Ice arrows!” she summoned and hurled them at his flaccid member.

“Ahhh!” cried Medhas, curled up in a fetal position against the cold floor as he wept for his lost member, ”Bitch!... How dare you?”

“Don’t worry, you won’t need it again,” she replied with absolute calm before kicking him, leaving him face up. “Besides, it’s not like it makes any difference.”

And as soon as she bent down to continue hitting him, he raised a hand and a fireball and sent it against Kalysto’s face.

Take that you fucking monster! -Medhas rejoiced.

What he didn’t expect was the rain of punches that followed.

The burning fury on her face.

Or that the fire had been absolutely useless against Kalysto.

With every blow the saintess landed on him, the rage and hatred boiling inside her instead of calming down only seemed to burn brighter. Roaring through every pore of her body, devouring every cell inside her.

Until she was completely lost in them.

She wasn’t even aware of the king’s blood splattering on her clothes and face, or the moment he lost his life and the window that announced his death after she had broken his ribs and one of them buried itself in his heart. Just as she was also unaware of the moment when she had dislocated his other arm when all she wanted was to tear off every limb and pulverize his body until nothing was left of him.

Not even the memory of him.

Then Katia would not have to live with his shadow, as she herself had had to do until now.

Tears flooded her face as reality blurred with her memories, and in front of her, the mangled and bloodied body ceased to be that of Medhas and became that of her stepfather.

And it was at that moment that she finally, after a long time, felt vindicated.

Not only because of her mother’s death.

But because of defending Katia, she had finally been able to do something she had never been able to do in the past.

Defend herself against her attacker and stand up to him.

And the more tears that streamed down her warm cheeks, the better she felt.

With every punch she gave him, she felt freer from all those chains of the past that she hadn’t realized had been holding her prisoner until now.

A sob escaped her lips.

“Leave her alone!” She murmured through her tears and for a second she could almost see a version of herself as a child, dressed in white and wearing a huge smile.

A gentle breeze caressed her face, and as she lay on her knees in front of the remains of what was left of Medhas’ battered body, Kalysto felt free.

And a smile, a real one, came over her face as a sense of absolute peace washed over her.

Until a violet sign appeared before her.

[Does the user wish to absorb this incomplete mana crystal?]

What?

Kalysto’s whole body froze in surprise and she lowered her gaze to observe that among all that blood and all the damage she had caused, there was a thin red crystal.

“...Lysto...Miss Kalysto!...Miss!” Katia shouted and Kalysto turned to her.

“It’s all right... He can never hurt you again,” Kalysto assured her with a sweet smile on her peaceful face, however Katia, instead of being reassured by her words, recoiled in fear. “Katia?... What’s wrong?”

“Your eyes!” Kalysto frowned uncomprehendingly, getting up from the floor slowly, not wanting to scare her even more.

“What’s wrong with them?” she asked calmly.

“They’re black!...” she answered, backing up a little. “Completely black like two bottomless pits... just like those of a skeleton.”