Chapter 528 - 359: Choice (Part 4)
A pawn of the Mimicking Bird? As Mischael initially dodged the incoming dagger—a change from before, the assassin had imbued the dagger with Chaotic Power when he shifted into his ashen form.
The next second, as he dived into the fragmented shadows created by the treetops below his feet and entered the subspace, Mischael felt at least four pairs of eyes on him. The World Tree’s network divided subspace into deeper and shallower layers. Mischael moved two steps and then plunged into the lake-like subspace pathways.
Bursting out of the ground, Mischael blocked the attacking dagger with his arm and at the same time, heard the whooshing sound coming from behind. Without a desire to engage in combat, Mischael used his ability once more—not to enter subspace again, as the recent attack had drawn dangerous attention to his appearance. Entering that damned realm again so soon would be a highly perilous act.
This time, Mischael turned to ash, his sandy shell shattered by a whip kick, and the leg’s owner unhesitatingly kicked the old man to death in the next second.
The ashen form reconstituted five meters away from him.
Mischael clutched at the wound in his lower back.
The gravedigger was a pitiable person seduced by Chaos, no reason was needed to kill him.
It was only now that Mischael had the chance to take a good look at his young opponent.
Black hair, and looking somewhat excited, although the eyepatch marred the young man’s facial features... wait a second... he seemed to have seen this young man before.
"Colin?" Mischael asked uncertainly—because he truly couldn’t believe that the man before him was Colin.
It shouldn’t be, it couldn’t be. Colin was the youngest Bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, currently in charge of Carterburg’s large orphanage and nursery. Everyone said he had a promising future.