Cheyenne’s only goal was to obtain the final piece of map from the Miller family, never expecting to encounter such an outrageous situation.
With her life in danger, the best course of action was to escape.
Pregnant and less agile than before, Cheyenne realized that her options were limited. She couldn’t help but curse Kelvin, that bastard, in her heart for getting her into this mess.
Since running away was not an option, she decided to fight back.
She refused to believe that there was anything or anyone truly invincible in this world. Even Charlotte, who had lost her physical form and become a mere wisp of air, was not unbeatable.
Cheyenne remained calm as she observed the crimson figure not far away. Absentmindedly licking her ruby red lips, she quickly removed the magazine from her gun, loaded it with bullets, and reinserted it. The process took only three seconds.
“Is that so? Well then, let’s see if your magic is more powerful or if my gun is faster!”
With those words, Cheyenne swiftly sprinted across the attic. The black serpents trailing behind her were met with a flurry of bullets flying out of the gun’s barrel, one after another.
Bang!
Bang!
Several shots hit Charlotte directly, but to no avail. The black energy surrounding her quickly filled the holes.
Seemingly angry, Charlotte used her magic to transform the black serpents into a thick python.
The long tail lashed out at Cheyenne.
The whip-like blow landed on her back, searing pain pulsating through her. Instantly, tears welled up in Cheyenne’s eyes.
With a slight parting of her red lips, she uttered a curse.
The python’s tail attempted to wrap around her waist, but Cheyenne stepped onto the railing, using it as leverage to perform a backflip. She landed on the eaves of the attic, successfully avoiding the attack. However, the eaves couldn’t withstand the enormous pressure, and roof tiles and splintered wood scattered around.
The entire attic was constructed with wooden joints, and the damage caused it to become unstable and teetering.
With her heavy body and high-risk running, the breeze lifted Cheyenne’s black dress, making her seem as if she could transcend into a fairy and ascend into the sky at any moment.
The people below were already petrified, trapped in Charlotte’s illusions. Many had met a terrifying and fatal end within their waking nightmares.
Rohan didn’t fare any better. He curled up on the ground, clutching his own neck with one hand.
Swarming black moths enveloped him, relentlessly devouring his flesh. Soon, he transformed into a mess of bloody remains.
“Charlotte… Charlotte, I am your father. You can’t treat me like this…”
“Charlotte, I did this for your own good.”
“Spare me, I know I was wrong. Charlotte, you are my beloved daughter…”
As Charlotte listened to his words, a blatant smirk appeared on her face, her heterochromatic eyes filled with icy coldness.
“Men of the Miller family are born heartless, caring only about themselves. Why would they care about others?”
“I loved you so much, but did you ever care about us in the slightest?”
“You deserve to die!”
With the last sentence, Charlotte’s voice became filled with a seething, bone-deep hatred.
Rohan had done many terrible things in his lifetime and had contemplated the various ways in which he could die. However, he never imagined that one day, he would be killed by his own creation.
Since being demonized, Charlotte gained much more strength. He was no match for her. Her Praying Magic could make others die in their nightmares.
Yet to him, Charlotte had bugs gnawing at his bones, sucking the flesh and blood. It seemed she was determined to make him suffer to the core.
Little did he know, Charlotte harbored such deep hatred toward her own father.
Just as Rohan was at the verge of death, he caught sight of a slender, lean figure standing not far away-his second son, Elias.
Elias looked on, cold-eyed, witnessing this absurd and ridiculous drama unfold before him.
The ancient and ruthless Miller family had finally revealed their true colors to the world; it was time for a complete reshuffling.
He wouldn’t rescue his father, Rohan, for only with his ambitions extinguished could the Miller family truly find peace.
In Rohan’s eyes full of despair, Elias turned resolutely and left.
“Elias!” Had he truly made mistakes in his life?
Everything he did was for the good of the Miller family, for the purpose of making them more useful.
He did not err!
It was these people who were in the wrong. If he hadn’t been severely injured by Channing at Chulae, the lineage would not have failed.
Having inherited the legacy, he could have ascended to the position he desired long ago, sparing himself from years of agony!
The man disappeared, but his daughter remained.
As Rohan neared death, he sought someone to take the fall for him, and the person he chose was Cheyenne.
“Be careful!”
Elias, too far away, found himself at odds with Charlotte as he struggled to protect the Emperor and Empress, clearly overwhelmed.
He could only watch helplessly as his father plotted against Miss Lawrence.
Meanwhile, Cheyenne sensed an extraordinary malevolence directed at her, and in her astonishment, she turned to see a silver dagger hurtling towards her.
In her moment of distraction, the black python wrapped around her feet, exerting a powerful force that caused her to fall onto the eaves.
The attic began to collapse, and along with the debris and shattered tiles, her petite figure continued to plummet. In the chaos, the dagger also approached her.
Cheyenne, consumed by fear, shut her eyes tightly, bit her red lip, and grasped the round pillar with all her might, attempting to break free from the grip of the python.
But her strength was no match for the creature. As onlookers pitied her plight, “Such a beautiful woman, yet she will meet her end today.”
“Such a pity, a life cut short.”
Yet no one could have anticipated that such a delicate figure would possess the strength to turn the tide.
Right as the dagger reached her, Cheyenne tilted her head to evade the attack, causing the blade to land on the pillar beside her, missing her by a mere two centimeters.
Just another two centimeters, and her head would have been a gory mess.
She seized the dagger with her bare hands and viciously struck at the tail of the python wrapped around her foot, causing the severed portion to emit a dark light.
With both arms embracing the fallen column, Cheyenne landed as safely as a slippery little fish.
Silently, a shard of tile descended from above, yet Cheyenne had not yet let out a sigh of relief.
Danger loomed once more.
“Cheyenne, be careful!”
At that moment, a consistently cool hand swiftly enveloped her, and the man used his body to shield her from the impending crisis.
The tile shattered.
Crimson blood trickled down his face as it flowed from the top of his head, his handsome visage instantly marred, yet his gaze brimmed with relief and deep affection.
“Cheyenne, as long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters.”