PLAN SUICIDE ON WEDDING NIGHT - Season 3 Episode 90

The Tomaris who had come with Blain were soon lost among the Tomaris that had charged into the room to help Leah, and soon there were dozens of them, fighting among the masterpieces, knocking them to the floor and trampling them underfoot. Priceless works of art were smashed.

All of it happened in an instant, and amidst the chaos, Mura’s eyes glowed cruelly. Quickly, she moved to brutally murder the Toma man in front of her.

Leah caught Blain’s eyes. He had escaped to the back of the melee, and was staring at her across the chaos, shouting expletives. But Leah ignored him. Mura was moving swiftly toward him, and Blain’s eyes flickered as he realized the seriousness of the situation.

Leah tightened her grip on her dagger. For the first time her lips moved, and she spoke.

“You’re the one who will die, Blain.”

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Her power was like an ocean. No matter how much water was taken out, there was no sign of the bottom. Cerdina was intoxicated with power. It was so exhilarating, so euphoric, her consciousness clouded over.

She could do anything. Her power was so enormous, she knew no limits. The fact that she had finally attained the realm of the gods drove her into an infinite ecstasy.

Licking her lips, Cerdina looked at the barbarians before her. She had resisted their attacks so far, and like a child toying with ants, she was stinging them a little bit at a time.

It wouldn’t be fun to finish it all at once. She wanted to torture them and pay back all the humiliation she had suffered. That was one thing that had bothered her, that spells didn’t work on the King of Kurkan.

Her spells did. She had become a god above any mutant savage, her spells could touch him, but she still couldn’t handle him the way she wanted to. When she tried to cut off his arm, it only gave him a small slice. Even though her magic could finally touch the creature, she still could not subdue him as she wanted.

His glowing, bestial eyes showed no fear. To her eye, it looked only as if he were enjoying the battle, and it was Cerdina that was feeling stressed. With every attack from his mysterious, deep red sword, an eerie shiver ran down her spine.

No god should feel that sensation. At that moment, all she could think was that she must kill him first.

“……!!”

Cerdina came to her senses as if cold water had just splashed her. Something was wrong with the Tomaris that were guarding Blain. She could feel the connections through the spell snapping apart as if someone was cutting them with scissors.

It seemed as if they were trying to get their hands on Blain while she was playing with the barbarians, and there was nothing she could do but drop everything and go immediately to where her son was.

Black smoke rose under feet, quickly engulfing her body. The barbarians tried to stop her from leaving, but she repelled all the spells they threw at her. Her only thought was to find Blain.

Shrouded in black smoke, she arrived in the garden, but there was no one in that silent place. But strangely, she could feel traces of Blain there.

As she desperately scoured it, she found a large magic pattern drawn into the ground. She had been fooled by such a simple trick.

Cerdina let out an angry shriek, and more smoke billowed out, spreading everywhere to search for him. It took a while before she could finally tell where Blain was.

In the Glory Room.

Cerdina caught her breath. That was the place where she had gathered the Tomaris together for the first time, to ask them for help. And now that she thought about it, that magic pattern in the garden must have been made by Tomaris.

Her heart dropped in sudden, ominous foreboding.

Cerdina raced straight for the Glory Room, and the first thing she saw there was Blain stretched out on a magic pattern drawn in the center of the room. His body was covered in a ragged white dress, stained with blood as if it were a shroud. His eyes were filled with fear.

Leah raised her dagger. The blade gleamed.

“No…!”

Cerdina stretched out her hand. At her command, black smoke shot out like an arrow, straight for Leah. But before it could touch her, the dagger pierced Blain’s heart.