Chapter 300: Ancient Demon (3)
“Our clan will not allow it,” Lucy said resolutely, refusing Epherene’s suggestion, then untying her eye patch to reveal her face.
Epherene's shoulders gave a noticeable start.
"... When an eye is lost, they say the bones and flesh of the face flow and warp its shape. Therefore, I inserted a glass marble and stitched it myself," Lucy continued.
Lucy’s face was marred by red threads tightly stitching her eyelids, giving her a ghostly appearance, as Epherene turned her eyes to Deculein with a sorrowful expression, while the very individual responsible for such a sight offered no comment.
"If I gained anything from losing my eyes, the foremost is the discernment of waves—the ability to sense the waves and sounds objects emanate. Through them, I perceive the world and manipulate it as if it were my own body."
Lucy continued in a composed tone, yet Epherene could sense the frozen rage beneath her words.
"My second gain was responsibility. I merely sought to conceal myself in Padahal. Abandoning my clan, I considered only my tribe's well-being. That should never have been," Lucy concluded, her mana building. "I came to kill Deculein, and I will certainly do so."
At that moment, Lucy’s voice flared like a blade, and the air around them grew frigidly sharp—as if her claim of controlling the wave was no empty boast, but a threat capable of rending one’s very body at the slightest movement.
"It can't be helped, Professor. I can't persuade her because you're here," Epherene said.
Since persuasion was ineffective with Lucy, Epherene enveloped herself in a suit of mana and unleashed a Barrier.
Clang—! Clang, clang, clang, clang—!