Night Ranger

Chapter 660: End

Translator: Shiraishi Editor: TheAlliance

When she saw Marvin remaining silent and not coming forth with a response, Butterfly suddenly smiled.

Her smile was full of disdain and contempt. This was the first time she had shown Marvin her queenly temperament.

"Do you think you understand the secrets of this world?"

"Do you think you are only one that can see the patterns?"

"You think that you alone should be the one responsible for saving the world? Marvin, aren’t you a bit too narcissistic?"

This was a pretty harsh admonition.

It felt like the embarrassment of an absent-minded student being called out by his teacher.

Butterfly bluntly continued, "Are you wondering if this world is just an illusion?"

Marvin thought for a bit, before nodding.

From the point of view of his previous life, Feinan Continent really was just a game.

Butterfly suddenly pulled his hand and gently had him caress her face.

The feeling startled Marvin.

Butterfly asked with a smile, "Soft?"

Marvin could only nod in silence.

Butterfly then suddenly shook off Marvin’s hand and slapped the back of his hand.

"Painful?"

Marvin smiled bitterly. "Of course."

Butterfly rolled her eyes and finished, "Real?"

Marvin remained silent.

"Why is a big guy like you having so many useless thoughts?" Butterfly sneered. "Your judgement? Your willpower? Could it be that you really think that all those people at your side are fake?"

Marvin took a deep breath.

His own past experiences appeared in his mind.

Those who fought alongside him, those who laughed with him.

They were real.

Mortals’ eyes couldn’t see far. But Marvin wasn’t just a mortal.

He could feel in his heart that everything was real.

He thought for a while before looking back and responding, "I understand."

"The hell you understand!"

He didn’t expect Butterfly to be unreasonable and directly interrupt him.

She jabbed at Marvin’s stomach with her finger as she coldly said, "I don’t know why those guys chose you. Lance chose you, He also chose you."

"I only know one thing. If you don’t believe in yourself, if you feel that you lost your ability to judge, then you aren’t worth being here."

You aren’t worth being here.

You aren’t worthy of inheriting that man’s will.

The meaning implied by Butterfly’s tone was very heavy.

This time, she was no longer the little Elf in the chaotic Thousand Leaves Forest, but the High Elven Queen from an ancient era.

That man was very important to her.

Marvin nodded with a solemn expression.

In fact, his apprehension would have only lasted for a while anyways. This doubt was something that would affect anyone at some point. No one but an egomaniac like Trump would believe that they were always walking the correct path.

The more intelligent someone was, unlike Trump, the more they would overthink.

Butterfly saw through all of mankind’s history, so she could naturally understand what Marvin was thinking.

Thus, as soon as she appeared, she shattered the cage starting to form around Marvin.

She extinguished the so-called "devil of the heart" that was plaguing him, or so it was called in his previous world.

Marvin felt a warm flow of strength surging through him once more.

It seemed to echo Butterfly’s voice.

That feeling was familiar.

Marvin suddenly remembered that this was the same feeling when the Night Monarch’s soul appeared and helped him with Madeline.

He subconsciously raised his head, but only saw Butterfly looking at him emotionally. Her fair face was already filled with tears.

Marvin wanted to comfort her, but no words came out.

Time seemed frozen.

At this moment, it felt as if he caught sight of a couple standing atop a mountain peak.

They were looking at the stars.

They didn’t say anything. As if time was also frozen for them.

...

After some time, the strange feeling slowly disappeared.

The tears on Butterfly’s face also vanished.

Marvin probingly asked, "You and him..."

Butterfly imposingly interrupted, "Children shouldn’t gossip."

Marvin went silent again.

It felt that whether it was Butterfly as a Wood Elf or as the High Elven Queen, she was definitely overbearing.

He could only shrug.

But now really was not the time to be curious about the ambiguous feelings between the Night Monarch and the High Elven Queen.

Since Butterfly was now in the Underground Palace, it was also good timing.

At least Marvin wouldn’t need to go look for her.

Thinking of this, he took out Sodom’s Blades and a small pouch containing the seed.

Butterfly took the pouch on her own initiative and gave the daggers a lingering look. "That shorty actually kept his promise."

A cursing voice emerged from the blades. "I’ve always been someone that keeps his promises!"

It was the voice of the remnants of the Bloody Emperor’s soul!

After that voice spoke out, a hazy, white mist condensed above Sodom’s Blades and a short man appeared before the two.

"But you are acting so shamelessly," the Blood Emperor said as he looked angrily at Butterfly.

Marvin was speechless.

These guys were famous figures that had been around on the order of a millennium. Who knew what their deal was? He was only a minor character watching the play from the side.

Butterfly smiled as she opened the bag, took a look, and then said to the Bloody Emperor, "I have a whole new level of respect for you. Over the years, you are only second to him."

The "him" she spoke of could only refer to one person.

The Bloody Emperor was still dissatisfied and muttered, "But you missed the appointment."

Butterfly let out a roguish laugh. "I didn’t finish my sentence... Even if you really unify the Underdark and are stronger than other powerhouses, you are still a shorty in my eyes."

The Bloody Emperor angrily said, "You really think I can’t alter something like my height?"

As someone that had reached the Legend Realm, the Bloody Emperor could easily change his height if he wanted to.

Marvin gave a strange look at the pair.

What was the relationship between the two of them?

He couldn’t make sense of it.

Butterfly dashed his hopes with a serious expression. "You know that changing your height is useless. I won’t marry you."

The Bloody Emperor seemed dejected upon hearing this. After a long time, he muttered, "I know, I know."

"In your eyes, there is only one man in this world."

"So I didn’t seek you out that year to ask you to fulfill your promise."

Butterfly remained silent.

A rare bashful expression appeared on her face. "Sorry... I hid."

The Blood Emperor was speechless.

After a long time, he said with a depressed tone, "Let it be, I’ve been dead for years anyways, and you are still young and beautiful. So be it."

Butterfly hesitantly asked, "You aren’t worried about going to Hell?"

"I’ve been dead for so many years. What is there left to be afraid of? Everything has a beginning and an end," the Emperor explained, sounding more resolute.

"Goodbye."

"Oh, that’s right. There is still you, kid. I’ve given you my weapons, I hope you don’t let them get dusty."

"Otherwise, even if I’m in Hell, I’ll come back to reclaim them from you!" the Bloody Emperor fiercely warned.

Marvin smiled and nodded.

For some reason, he felt a bit of sorrow.

Then, Butterfly took that seed out from the pouch.

At the same time, in the Extreme Hell, Saydis suddenly felt the call from the contract.

The Bloody Emperor completely disappeared from Feinan!

"Say, what kind of punishment will he get?" Marvin asked.

Butterfly rolled her eyes. "You are worried about him? He is a famous slaughterer, it’s something quite normal in the Underdark."

Marvin looked at the curved daggers in his hands and laughed at himself.

"Slaughterer? If it’s about killing many, then I should also count as one."