The Harvest Mouse Exits the Fairytale Together with Cinderella-Chapter 144

"Looks like the third prince's side is also on the move, but I'll take care of that, so focus on the Bluewood young lady."

After breaking the communication tube, Nyx immediately began to follow Karon's trail.

He pinpointed Karon's location through his dogs and carefully followed, but strangely, Karon didn't move at all.

He tilted his head in confusion.

"He must have realized by now that he's being tracked, right?"

Was this a trap?

Of course, his strong intuition told ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) him it probably was, which was why he had cut off his tail earlier...

Still, Nyx had no choice but to go.

After the incident, No. 32 had only gone to places where access was restricted, so there had been no chance to meet face-to-face.

He knew that, so he must have been waiting for him to come, thinking "If you're coming, come."

"Typical of a Basilisk."

Clever.

"I never even trained him, though."

I guess the instincts that run through his blood are unavoidable.

Nyx let out a quiet laugh and headed toward Karon's location.

And...

"Heh."

The moment he saw the boy from a distance, he couldn't help but be amazed.

He hadn't expected it at all.

He was still alive like that.

No, of course, Nyx knew that No. 32 was alive.

He didn't even need to send spies to report back.

He had sent them to massacre the Valkyrisen villagers, but nobody had died, and the Valkyrisen's influence was still enormous.

Plus, the No. 2 he had sent to capture and kill the Ratson young lady had completely cut off contact.

Ah, that woman got the better of him again.

Nyx acknowledged it and moved on to the next plan.

He didn't even bother looking for No. 32.

There was no point in keeping a failure who could go berserk at any moment. It was actually a welcome situation.

He was also curious about how far Gracia Ratson's healing abilities could recover him.

"Still, I expected him to barely keep his life intact."

He expected No. 32 to be in a state where he had just barely delayed his rampage for a few years.

Nyx looked Karon up and down.

"To think he could recover this much in less than three months?"

Nyx had always been the one directly overseeing No. 32 since his creation, so he knew him better than anyone.

Would Nyx want to abandon him?

Of course not.

He wanted to somehow keep him alive and turn him into the best living weapon for the Basilisk.

Anyone would want that.

As long as he had his life, he had an endlessly strengthening poison.

If only he had a body that could withstand it, there would be nothing to fear in this world.

But because it was impossible, he had no choice but to abandon him...

On the surface, Karon seemed excessively healthy.

No, he had grown noticeably, beyond just being "fine."

His skin, which had turned black and rotting from being unable to withstand the poison, was now white and smooth, like newly created flesh.

In comparison, his body size had grown large enough to rival an adult.

He hadn't expected this growth, considering how he'd only ever seen him hunched over in pain.

At this rate, Karon might even surpass Nyx in size.

"Must be due to the combined genetic factors."

Yeah, I did a good job...

Now that the frail body had gained some muscle, he looked like a decent enough specimen.

Even if he had no abilities, as a test subject, he would definitely be tempting.

The appearance of someone who could have died at any moment was completely gone.

His once white hair was now growing black at the roots.

It wasn't just about his appearance.

What really amazed Nyx was that he couldn't feel any poison emanating from Karon at all.

Not only had he brought him back from the brink of death, but he had stopped the rampage and made him perfectly control the poison!

"Am I seeing this for real?"

Nyx felt a sense of awe beyond admiration.

No. 32, his greatest masterpiece, yet also a failure.

That No. 32 had now been turned into Karon Basilisk by the Ratson young lady.

She had somehow turned him into a success!

"I heard this from a report..."

It was a report Nyx had received a few days ago from Daniel Mouseton.

Apparently, Karon seemed to have fully gained control of the poison.

In secret, he had killed all the life around him.

He may not have been able to do that in the past, but it seemed now he had learned to control it down to such a delicate level that Nyx was told to do something about it.

"If your experiment turns around and kills me without warning, what will you do?"

Hearing this, Nyx responded indifferently.

He thought the nervous little harvest mouse was just making a fuss and acting cowardly.

He hadn't had any meaningful results from controlling the poison in any experiments, so he couldn't help but be skeptical.

But it was true.

It wasn't perfect yet, but there was clearly potential.

The possibility that this could become his greatest masterpiece...

"No. 32, no, if he becomes Karon Basilisk, he could be the perfect replacement for Ratson. A replacement the gods would be satisfied with."

He could become the High Priest...!

The most powerful one, just like the first patriarch, Raphael Ratson, who was still spoken of as a legend!

He could become the first Basilisk, surpassing even the Ratson young lady!

The failure of the plan, the traps, none of that mattered to Nyx anymore.

His lips curved into a grin that seemed like it could tear his face.

And his red eyes began to gleam with an unmistakable madness.

"When will this game of tag end?"

At Nyx's question, Karon stopped walking for a moment.

He was maintaining some distance from Nyx, walking in circles around the same spot.

It was because Elodie had asked him to hold off on dealing with the Bluewood Count for a while and keep Nyx occupied.

"I thought you would charge at me without hesitation if we met again."

"...."

"You must have learned a lot from No. 2 since you took away the dog I carefully trained."

It seemed Karon had become Gracia Ratson's new loyal dog.

Nyx muttered quietly.

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Karon didn't react at all to the obvious provocation in his words.

If Elodie wanted it, he would willingly wag his tail like a dog.

From that perspective, Nyx wasn't entirely wrong.

"No need to talk anymore."

He thought he might lose his composure if he continued speaking.

Of course, though he wanted to rip him apart the moment the chance presented itself, he could bury that thirst for vengeance for now.

Because fulfilling Elodie's request came first.

He briefly looked at the sky, gauging the time, and realized it was probably the right moment to pull back.

As he prepared to quickly step away...

"Do you have any thoughts about becoming a Basilisk?"

"...."

Nyx asked a question so absurd that he had to wonder if he was hearing things.

"You could be recognized as a direct descendant any time now."

Karon had an inkling of what was happening.

He knew Nyx, seeing him in perfect condition, would want him for himself and try to persuade him.

After all, he was the one who coveted his poison so much.

But he never expected Nyx would talk about being a direct descendant.

"You're going to make a failure a direct descendant?"

"Hmm? You haven't been holding a grudge about what happened when you were younger, have you?"

Nyx continued as if genuinely surprised by Karon's response.

"My experiments are like this: I try hundreds of times, and if one of them succeeds, it means I succeeded. Success and failure are just a hair's breadth apart, and a failure can always become a success."

"...."

"You're a success now. Don't you feel that way? I didn't think your cognitive abilities had deteriorated that much."

"Heh..."

Karon briefly chuckled.

This is exactly why it's best not to engage with him.

"Ugh, please, please stop... It hurts so much..."

"Should I administer a sedative?"

"Do you think I gave you this expensive drug just to get such meaningless results?"

"But if you keep convulsing like that, it will affect the experiment results."

"Use the results from the previous experiment. The E11, the one that makes the body stiff as stone while leaving the senses intact."

"I-I don't want that. Go away! Go away!!!"

"Wouldn't it be better to stay quiet before I start meddling with your brain? If I touch the inside here, I can make you lose all sensation, pain, and emotion. Do you want that?"

"Ugh, ugh..."

"Good, good, you're being good."