Chapter 224
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
224 The Pleading Eyes
Selma Payneâs POV:
This was going to be troublesome. It took time to absorb the curse, and I couldnât make all the roots disappear instantly.
I had no choice but to withdraw from Shrekâs spiritual world and seek help from the outside world.
Master Kevin helped me maintain the unstable spiritual world of my soul fragment, so he was the most sensitive to its changes.
âFrankâs condition is getting better,â he said. âBut itâs only for a while. Since just now, his condition has continued to deteriorate, accompanied by the dissipation of part of his soul.â
As he said this, there was a commotion outside.
âSilence! Weâre doing a soul surgery right now. This isnât a market!â
Master Mary couldnât bear it anymore and roared. The voices outside quieted down, but the whispering still didnât stop.
âFrankâs curse is rooted in his soul like a tree. I tried to devour the curse, and I succeeded. However, this curse is very cunning. Once Iâve devoured it to a certain extent, it will use its root-like tentacles to absorb Frankâs soul as nourishment and replenish itself. I donât dare to take the risk, so I had to stop temporarily.â
âIt seems that the curseâs resurrection isnât that fast,â Master Kevin said. âCaptain Frankâs condition is much better than before, but heâs still getting worse.â
âUnless there is a way for me to devour all the curses instantly, letting go of any trace of the root system can promote its resurrection.â I continued, âBefore we knew it, part of Captain Frankâs soul had been consumed by the curse. Yes, its desolate and broken spiritual world is the embodiment. But I dare not bet on who is faster, the curse or me, once the soul power is lost too much...â
âThen, this soul fragment will be completely shattered,â Master Kevin added.
However, neither Master Mary nor Master Kevin had a way to make New Flow wrap around the entire curse.
As we were at our witsâ end, Dorothy said softly, âWhy donât you let me try?â
We subconsciously looked at her.
She continued, âI have a guess. Since the curse is the same as the pine forest, theyâre both sealed demonsâ creations. Also, the curse in Captain Frankâs body sounds like it has intelligence. In that case, could it be like the pine forest, that the curse we thought of was also a piece of the demonic fragment? However, it was too small and weak, so it was mistaken for a curse.â
I was taken aback. I had to admit that this was a possibility. Demonic shards and curses came from the same source, so they were essentially the creation of a type of power. I could not trace the differences in their roots, so I subconsciously used the smell to distinguish them.
If it were a demonic fragment, then itâd be easy. Dorothy pointed at the core of the Soul Model. âEven the pine forest has a heart that coordinates the entire situation. Then, could the so-called âcurseâ in Captain Frankâs body also have such a thing? Itâs this âheartâ that controls the âcurseâ, allowing it to paralyze our vision to live in the hostâs body like a roundworm.â
This sounded like a fantasy, but it was possible in theory. Whether it was the similar appearance or the power from the same source, it showed that it was very likely that a tiny demonic fragment had been implanted into Frankâs soul fragment.
As long as I could see it, finding the âheartâ would be as easy as taking something out of my pocket.
Dorothy did not say it, but everyone in the room knew what she meant.
âNo, your body is weak.â
âMy body is already done for!â Dorothy interrupted me. This girl, who had always been kind and friendly, was now so unyielding. âIâve said it before. If thereâs no way to save everything, then Iâd rather throw away my remaining value than die in a cowardly manner. Selma, I know that you understand me. If it were you, would you be willing to watch a warrior with outstanding military service, who has been injured, live on in pain?â
âI...!â
Of course, I wouldnât want that, but if it were Dorothy, Iâd rather she live for as long as she could.
Perhaps this might sound a little cold, but Dorothy was my best friend, my emotional tie. I respected Frank and saw this great warrior as a friend. But between him and Dorothy, I would choose Dorothy without hesitation.
However, looking at Dorothyâs pleading eyes â not asking, but pleading â I was at a loss for words.
I knew she was begging for an acknowledgment that she could take responsibility and a promise that I would always believe in her.
What else could I do?
I gave in. Dorothy said happily but shamefully. âIâm sorry. Letâs start.â
She closed her eyes, and I felt those clear eyes surveying everything. I held her hand and brought her into Frankâs spiritual world.
The situation here was worse than before I left. New pine trees and roots had taken up most of the wilderness, and the land was drier, with cracks appearing.
In the spiritual world, Dorothyâs eyes were silver. They were as soft as the moonlight and also as bright as ink made of silver.
She only took a casual look and smiled determinedly.
âIâve found you, little rat.â