Death of Petra 418: 275.
Death of Petra The flickering candlelight twisted the shadows, and the crushed emerald-green moss draped icily over the face.
Incomprehensible, arcane spells echoed in the ears.
Like shadows, black spots appeared on the conscious Petra’s body, smearing her moss-covered clothes and skin as if they were decaying, leaving only a rough surface after being enveloped in darkness.
The last part of her chest was covered in darkness.
Sara uttered the last few syllables of her spell.
Petra’s chest no longer rose and fell.
[Everything is desolate.]
[The light in the basement abruptly twisted, the candlelight shattered, and then instantly recovered, as if what had preceded was merely an illusion.]
[Only Petra, whose head turned, proved that the scene was not an illusion of the cellar crowd.]
“Don’t forget your promise.”
[“Don’t forget your promise.” Petra stared intently at Lu Li in the corner, her body collapsing onto the table, melting into black ink in an instant, flowing down the long table, gathering, spreading, trickling along the stone crevices.]
Some of the “ink” splashed on Lu Li’s leg, which Aileen avoided due to her shorter legs.
Sara in the story couldn’t comprehend the sudden scene, as Aileen opened her lips, a mix of astonishment and sorrow in her eyes.
She did not know whether those words were Petra’s own consciousness, or if she was controlled by The Shadow of Puppetry to speak them.
There was no chance to solve this mystery anymore.
For a long time thereafter, Sara and the plot ignored Lu Li and the Baron by the wall, while Sara tried to understand why that scene happened.
She went to collect the “ink” that Petra had become, but at some point, the liquid turned into ash-like dust.
Including the few drops of “ink” on Lu Li’s pants, which were shaken off by his movements and dissipated.
Sara of course could not understand this, she could only temporarily store some of “Petra’s powder,” then continued experimenting.
Today, she was not short of test subjects.
Lu Li was next, the Baron would be saved for last.
She had some words she wanted to say to Aileen, and also… revenge.
Entrees are always served after dessert and beverages.
“Vinson” unlocked Lu Li’s shackles, leading him to the makeshift altar, where he lay down on the long table still dusted with “Petra’s powder.”
Lu Li turned his head and said to the nervously tightening Baron, “Petra was a thoughtful person, Petra didn’t mention his friend’s address.”
Lu Li’s words were difficult to understand and somewhat odd.
Sara’s thoughts were involuntarily drawn to Petra’s last words.
Petra was thoughtful, Petra didn’t mention the friend’s address…
The Baron vaguely realized something, but seeing Sara pick up a dagger, he dropped his vague speculation and shouted loudly, “What about Petra’s last words if you kill us?!”
Sara ignored the Baron’s loud shouting, clutching the dagger and walking close to the table.
Lu Li, restrained by the plot, couldn’t move; he signaled to Anna not to intervene yet and calmly watched Sara start to smear moss on his chest.
Thinking of Petra’s last words, Lu Li initiated conversation with Sara, “Aren’t you going to summarize the previous experiments, to find the reason for the failures of resurrection?”
We have always been wrong—this is what Petra’s last words truly wanted to express.
Petra’s last words were fake, he had no friend to convey last words to, so he didn’t tell Lu Li how to contact that friend.
Petra made up a friend, or rather, the friend actually referred to themselves, and in the last words, the “she” being sought by the friend referred to Sara.
Petra was hinting not to confront Sara, for it was a battle they could never win.
Sara was the protagonist, representing the perspective of a book, and unfortunately, they stood on the opposite side of the protagonist.
Stories where the protagonist dies, killed by enemies, exist, but “Sara’s Book of Death” isn’t one of those stories.
Petra wanted Lu Li and the Baron to change and engage with Sara, ideally to become friends within the same camp.
Unfortunately, Petra realized it too late, he couldn’t even save himself, he could only wrap his last words in a shell, conceal them from the ears of the evil spirits, and tell Lu Li and the Baron the method.
Lu Li understood, maybe the Baron understood too.
Sara ignored Lu Li’s words, expressionless as she smeared moss.
The cold, slippery sensation passed through his shirt, the unpleasant feeling was like seawater rising up, Lu Li continued talking to Sara, “How did Adam die, was he killed by the Viscount?”
[Sara stopped her movements, looking at him as if he were a lifeless scarecrow: “You are not worthy to mention him.”]
“I never opposed you, nor did I betray you,” Lu Li shook his head in response.
Sara resumed her silence, and the words Lu Li said afterward received no response, as if he were already a dead man.
Emotions were Lu Li’s weak point, he didn’t know what to say to get Sara’s attention and response.
Eventually, after Sara finished applying the moss on Lu Li’s face, she began to place the burning candles.
“Adam must have hated you a lot.”
Suddenly, the Baron’s loud shout echoed in the basement.
Lu Li turned his head and saw the Baron nodding at him.
The mentioned “Adam” drew Sara’s attention, her cheeks, filled with paranoia, lifted.
“You are trying to resurrect Adam, aren’t you…
not to mention what he would think of your actions, do you think he would willingly have his fate controlled by you?”
As a nobleman, the Baron understood the human heart better than Lu Li, and he had seen more of human nature.
In Sara’s silence, the Baron continued with a cold laugh, “You pride yourself on wanting to break free from confinement, but what you do to your lover is like what your father did to you, creating a cage and placing him in it…
Staring into the abyss for too long turns you into the abyss yourself.
It’s truly fitting for a noble.”
The Baron seemed to be venting his own feelings as well.
Sara’s response was just a single cold word.
[Sara’s heart surged with disgust towards herself and her father, but she sadly realized she couldn’t stop…
Adam had died because of her, she had to revive him, even if he would resent her for it…]
Sara’s obsession ran deep, and accusing her of being like her father didn’t have much effect.
The candles on the black table were already more than half placed.
The Baron’s words reminded Lu Li, and he continued along the Baron’s vein of thought, “Sara, do you remember your mother?”
[The candle Sara touched fell over, rolling as its edges melted, and the wax dripped onto the wooden table, solidifying quickly.
Sara, expressionless, suddenly lifted her head, staring intently at Lu Li who had mentioned “that person”.]
“It seems you have forgotten, alas.” Lu Li said, mimicking the sound of a sigh.
[“What are you trying to say…” Sara’s voice was suppressing some emotion.
How could she forget… She always remembered the day she was taken away from her mother… Thereafter, she often woke from dreams, her cheeks marked with indentations, calling for her mother.]
Sara’s mother was still around and was a “positive character”.
Lu Li, seizing on this, said, “Your aunt once asked me and Aileen to take good care of you, we failed her request.”