روايات وقصص ضمن Mushoku Tensei Ghislaine Death

Silver blade and knives was their enemy and there was no way they could survive it Nad slowly, the hate claws of death captured him Into their abode. Caelan became alerted by this immediately and he drew out his claws raising it for any intended attack but a huge bucket of water was splashed on his entire body by one of the elders who attended the wedding.. His entire body turned to stone before he could even scream and the ochestrator of AL these stepped in. His aura leaving the pee breathless, his presence worse than shocking especially to those who saw him die. Jessy and Isla were one of the people who saw him die and their eyes widened as they watch him advance to Aeris.

Her eyes lifted when she noticed us. "Professor? What are you doing here?" she asked, voice calm but firm. Her tone carried the kind of authority that came from experience. "This area is restricted." Cassian stepped forward, his voice steady. "Headmistress Miyori gave us permission." The healer studied him for a moment, then lowered her clipboard. "Did you find out everything you needed?" Cassian asked. "Yes," she said quietly. "It was wolfsbane poisoning. Fatal. But the chances that she did this to herself are abysmally low. Her fear levels, even after rigor mortis, indicate sustained terror. Every sign points to murder. She didn’t want to die."

When he finished, he sat beside her. "I'm sorry," Sebastian said and held her hand. Cassandra smiled and ruffled his jet black and soft hair. "It's nothing. What happened to the ghoul?" Cassandra asked and leaned on him. "Dead. I already reported it to the council, and they took the ghoul's body to examine. That's what they only said to me," Sebastian muttered. "You told me about your hunch. What about it?" Cassandra asked. Sebastian glanced around and clicked his fingers. "What is this?" Cassandra asked, seeing that her place became dark.

“I don't mean to interrogate your sex life but why the fuck would you give him such a high dose of GHB?” I backed away. “What?” “Did you want to kill him? Cause congratulations you were almost successful!” He snapped at me. He was not usually this tasty, but something about the case made him mad. Giselle was confused. “Was it a mistake or some kind of kink?” I glanced at Lala who had suddenly shrunk herself. “Seriously? Seriously, bitch? You gave him GHB??” I yelled at her. They all turned to her. Giselle's anger swelled up.

Both women laughed for several seconds as they pictured the glamorous Giselle showing up at a prison in her heels, slinky dress and fur coat only to be turned away by the very person she was there to see. "She is persistent," Shaun choked out. "Also delusional, psychotic, and desperate." They laughed again and Shaun had to wipe tears from her eyes. It felt good to laugh like that. She hadn't found much to laugh about in the past year. "Maybe Giselle tried to kill me." "Too obvious," Saskia said shaking her head. "And too stupid. Whoever did it planned well enough not to get caught." They sobered and stared at each other.

And now here I was at the verge of death, when they were all at home, possibly oblivious of what was happening here and the situation I got myself into. If I die...? It wouldn't mean anything to anyone. And it was certain I was going to die. Zeba was not playing with the way she held this dagger to my neck. She looked desperate, and unfortunately, she's using the wrong person. Gissele would never do that for me after everything I did to her. To my uttermost shock, I saw Giselle let go of the weapon she was holding and knelt to the ground in surrender. My jaws dropped despite myself, and I could not believe my eyes.

The report said she was suspected of murdering a local loan shark before dying in the crash. Irene stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open. “I’m dead,” she whispered. Stefan smirked beside her. “No. Irene is dead. You’re Giselle now.” She turned to look at him, hollow. “And what’s the end of this story supposed to look like?” Stefan leaned closer. “A happy ending, of course.” Irene didn’t answer.

After that, she said lightly, “Matsumoto Yoshito, I hope that you will remember my name before you die. My name is Rosalie Schulz!” After she was done speaking, she shook her hand a little, and the sunflower seed made from white jade flew out of her hands directly. In the next second, a tiny and bloody hole appeared at the center of Yoshito’s eyebrows, and he had already lost his vitality at this time. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he died instantly on the spot!

I’d not noticed her sat at the table, for she had shrunk down in her seat to avoid the glares of the other werewolves. ‘Luna?’ I mindlinked to Ares. ‘Scillian died.’ His throat bobbed. ‘Nazte killed him.’ I was still reeling from that revelation as disgruntled mumbles broke out around the table. “A Greyhide wolf?” someone muttered, too loudly to be intended to go unheard.