“No, impossible! You were only six years old back then, and you were fast asleep! The Dark Lord


    shook his hend furiously.


    Azalea responded, “I’d be dead now if I hadn’t pretended to be asleep ”


    “You” The Dark Lord was at a loss for words He could not believe an experienced fighter like him had


    been yed by a six-year-old


    “Since you now know the truth, you can die now” Azalea shed a smile again.


    “Wait! You can’t kill me!” The Dark Lord panicked as he mored, “Don’t forget that you still carry the


    curse that I nted in you If I die, you won’t survive either!”


    He would nt a venomous curse on every new disciple The first reason was to control them better,


    while the second was to prevent betrayals The current situation was a perfect example.


    “The curse? You mean this?” Azalea smiled yfully and took out a clear ss bottle. Inside was a red


    centipede.


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    “H-how did you get it out?” The Dark Lord’s expression shifted. The curse he nted was connected to


    him, no one was able to break it unless the elder of the mystic arts personally


    intervened


    “I knew today woulde, so I asked a miracle doctor to break the curse in advance. What else do


    you have to say?” Azalea reached out and squeezed, crushing the bottle with the centipede inside.


    “Azalea, let me live, and I’ll teach you everything I know!” The Dark Lord panicked and pleaded. Due to


    the effects of Tranqurin, he wasn’t able to muster an ounce of internal energy and was


    rendered useless.


    “There’s no need. Once I find the Grand Sorceress and join the Mystic Arts Order, I’ll naturally get


    what I want.” Azalea was unfazed.


    “Azalea! Even if you kill me, your parents won’te back to life. Vengeance only breeds more


    vengeance. Put down your de and seek redemption. As long as you spare me, your soul can be


    saved!” The Dark Lord preached, desperately trying to live. However, as soon as he finished his plea,


    Azalea raised her sword and swiftly severed his neck, showing no mercy.


    “Ugh The Dark Lord’s voice choked. The bloody line on his neck spread rapidly, and in the next


    second, his head rolled off his shoulders and onto the ground with a thud. He had died with


    discontentment.


    “Only when you die can my soul be saved.” Azalea kicked the Dark Lord’s headless corpse, sending it


    flying several feet away. Carrying his head, she walked out of the hall,ing to a stop in the


    courtyard. Looking up at the sky, the chilling snowkes fell upon her face, carrying at


    sense of destion and sorrow.


    “Mom Dad… Can you see it? This bastard is dead I personally killed him. I did it. I fulfilled my promise.


    I avenged the both of you!” With a thud, Azalea dropped to the ground heavily. As she knelt, two lines


    of tears streamed slowly down her face. She had endured 15 years of humiliation. Today, she finally


    yed the murderer. Vengeance was hers