As for why Edward appeared here, Willett had no intention of thinking about it.

Her life was passing quickly, and the light in her ice-blue eyes was getting weaker and weaker. The purple magic arrow that penetrated her body also quickly dissipated during this period of time.

Strangely, there were no wounds left on his chest, but there was uncontrollable pain. Willet bit his lip and his whole body trembled slightly in pain.

But she still looked stubbornly in the direction of Edward, and the hope in her eyes still seemed not to be extinguished by the impending death.

Mendelis looked down at the person lying on the ground, and slowly approached step by step, with a mysterious smile on his lips, and his voice was low and hoarse, full of magnetism:

"You are more interesting than I thought. It turns out that the heir to the Willet family also has half of his soul and is a terrifying ugly monster."

As if he thought of something fun, Mondrikin's smile became brighter and brighter:

"If this matter were to spread, it would be enough to make your family have no foothold in the magical world."

Willet didn't speak, or he was too lazy to bother trying to talk to Mondris.

Although I have never seen Mondrikin, as long as I think carefully about Edward's relationship with the resurrected person, I can guess the identity of the person who is now in control of the nine-year-old boy's body.

But so what if it was the resurrected person, no matter how powerful and terrifying it was, it couldn't make her concentrate and pay attention wholeheartedly.

Mondrikin also discovered this, and raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of sneer:

"When you are about to die, don't you plan to leave some last words? Maybe I will be merciful and tell your family and the little lion who is anxiously looking for you."

The little lion refers to Alice.

This sentence did have an effect. When I mentioned this name, my eyes that had gradually dimmed became bright again.

The girl who was lying on the ground dying tried to raise her head and seemed to be looking at something over Mondrikin.

The little boy whose body was controlled by the resurrection raised his eyebrows, turned his head with interest, and looked not far behind him.

The purple flame lit up the dark space again.

A little witch with blond hair broke into their sight.

"Abu!"

Directly ignoring Edward's existence, Alice's attention was completely attracted by Willett lying on the ground. Her emotions were fluctuating violently. In her amber eyes, golden electricity kept flickering and jumping.

"Master beware!!"

To predict what will happen next, please listen to the explanation next time!
Chapter completed!