Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The envelope circled around the shadow, not bothering to answer Minette's words at all.

"Brother Shadow, let's go together, let's take her down."

Though the envelope was a flip-flopper, an opportunist through and through, it never dared to disobey Du Wei, let alone the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

To execute orders resolutely, that was what it believed to be the reason why it had been living so comfortably until now.

The shadow didn't hesitate, sinking directly down and transforming into a pool of darkness.

Once that pool of darkness appeared, it expanded rapidly, engulfing everything around it in the blink of an eye.

As a Demon Spirit, the shadow's mechanisms for killing had long since evolved from its initial state, and its abilities had undergone many changes.

Especially those bloodshot eyes, which, upon seeing Minette, had already locked onto her.

The opponent could not escape the area covered by the shadow.

This was a kind of idealistic power.

However, Minette's face was incredibly somber. She wasn't afraid but looked at the floating envelope and Alfaria with extremely complex eyes.

Pfft...

She casually thrust her sword into the ground.

Immediately, the spreading shadow felt pain and danger, like a living thing, and began to boil tumultuously, with countless tentacle-like things suddenly emerging as if in a chemical reaction.

The bloodshot eyes opened within one of those tentacles.

Behind Minette, an eye opened up as well.

The Evil Spirit Scalpel and another dagger also appeared within the tentacles, thrusting towards Minette.

But Minette, indifferent, said coldly, "I remember you are his servants, always following him, solving some problems for him."

"But why would you appear at the Vanity Sect?"

"And why does Alfaria call you lords?"

"Who is the master he speaks of? Is it him?"

Minette's azure eyes instantly turned red.

"Did he send you to save Alfaria?"

"Or to kill me?"

"He's still alive, isn't he?"

Minette's voice was already hoarse, as much as she hoped the outcome would be as she said, she also found it extremely ironic, extremely painful.

"Answer me!"

In her eyes lay sadness and the disappointment of feeling deceived.

But also, a trace of perplexity.

At the same time, the mask pattern on her right hand started to burn intensely hot.

Minette felt as though a pair of eyes were watching her from a superior vantage point in the darkness.

Those eyes were so cold, void of any emotion.

It made her feel as though she were plunged into an icy cavern.

But in reality, in Alfaria's eyes, Minette's aura was remarkably similar to his master's at the moment, that dreadful power forcing him to bow his head uncontrollably, not daring to meet her gaze directly.

Cold...

Angry...

Perplexed...

All these emotions pushed Minette's feelings to the brink.

She gripped the sword with her right hand and pulled it out in one swift motion, the searingly hot mask pattern on the back of her hand as if doused by a bucket of ice water, instantly chilling to the bone.

A mere swing of her sword made all of the shadow's attacks futile.

Seeing this, the envelope that was preparing to use the dice completely froze.

"Hadn't Minette lost her Future Sight?"

"Why is she even stronger than before?"

"Brother Shadow is a Demon Spirit!"

"Although that sword seems to be a Strangeness, Minette is just a hunter, how is she capable of doing this?"

The envelope couldn't understand.

It suddenly realized that something was seriously wrong, that this woman was terrifyingly out of the ordinary, and for all it knew, it might really die here.

By then, even Brother Shadow couldn't ensure his own safety.

[Wait a second… Brother Shadow, where are you?]

[Damn it, Alfaria, you double-crosser, how could you run away too!]

Indeed…

After Lord Minette swung that sword, Brother Shadow instinctively sensed the danger. Although it was foolish, the hard-learned lesson from before was enough to benefit him for a lifetime.

Thus, as the sword fell, he slipped away without any hesitation.

Alfaria did the same.

Lord Minette couldn't retain Brother Shadow, and as for Alfaria, she didn't care at all.

Because she knew that what recorded everything about Du Wei was that Evil Spirit Envelope, and not anything else.

Her eyes turned slightly cold as she looked directly at the envelope.

"Brother Shadow can't speak, but you can."

Frightened, the envelope trembled violently, immediately sensing the approach of death and tried to escape.

But the next second,

Lord Minette appeared in front of it, grabbing it firmly in her hand.

[Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!]

[Respected Lord Minette, no… You are the woman Lord Du Wei loves the most, you are the envelope's mistress.]

[Respected mistress, please don't misunderstand, it was that idiot Brother Shadow who wanted to kill you, not the poor weak envelope.]

[The envelope has advised him many times. If he dared to harm you, Lord Du Wei would surely torture him to death later, but he didn't listen because he's an idiot, as you know.]

[So the envelope is really in a difficult position!]

Lord Minette's eyes were bloodshot, and with clenched teeth, she asked, "I don't want to hear this nonsense. Answer my previous question."

The envelope instantly fell silent.

It became as if it were dead, emitting not a single character further.

It thought very clearly, so what if you, Minette, are strong? After all, I can revive infinitely.

What was there to fear?

Lord Minette was almost amused, her right hand clutching the envelope, the mask on it emitting a terrifying aura, as her silver hair drifted slowly.

[Wait… the power of the master?]

[Aaaaaah! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, respected mistress, please calm down, the envelope confesses, it confesses everything.]

There were not many powers in this world that could kill the envelope, at least the demon spirits couldn't.

Because it was created by Mapa's Pen in Matthew's possession, related to the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.

Without such forces, it was almost impossible to kill it.

Yet, Lord Minette's power now had the potential to kill it.

"Tell me, is he still alive?"

Lord Minette's tone was extremely complex.

[Of course, the master is still alive.]

[The mere Vanity Sect are all puppets of my master.]

[Only the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods are worthy to be my master's opponents!]

[With the master being so powerful, how could he possibly die.]

Lord Minette's heart trembled, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she asked sorrowfully, "Then why do the people of the Vanity Church want to kill me, the same as you and Brother Shadow?"

[Mistress, you've misunderstood; that is all love from the master for you…]

[He loves you so much, how could he possibly want to kill you.]

[It was all Brother Shadow acting on his own.]

Lord Minette's spirit was shattered; she let out a wry laugh, how could she possibly believe the envelope's words.

However, it did let her know everything.

The man she was unwilling to accept as dead, whom she would give up everything to bring back, had never died from the start.

Moreover, he even wanted to kill her.

Was there anything more tragic than this?