Extraordinary Puppet Master

Holden quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed violently several times before he calmed down.

When Holden took away the handkerchief, Carlin instantly saw a bright red stain on it.

"Classmate Holden, your body"

While feeling gloating in his heart, Karin showed a worried expression on his face and quickly asked with concern.

"Sorry, Carlin-san, I have to go home right away."

After saying a few words, Holden left in a hurry.

Looking at the opponent's back, Karin's mind was filled with questions.

But the other person's sudden departure was just what he wanted, and he didn't want this guy to stay together for a long time.

As he walked toward the alchemy laboratory building, his brain began to work at high speed again.

‘The report showdown plan is temporarily postponed.

I currently know very little about the Ace family’s intelligence, and my understanding of the resurrection ritual is barely even superficial.

The most disgusting thing is Holden, the abnormal Holy Spirit path transcendent.

Although I don’t know much about the divination, prophecy, and ability of the Holy Spirit’s path to influence destiny.

But we also know that Holden’s ability is definitely not something that a trainee can possess!

What if I report the showdown to Kahn and the others, and the Ace family immediately senses it, and jumps over the wall to initiate the ceremony?

I wouldn't dare to bet that this resuscitation ceremony in Wayne City is a Western thing.

Let's collect intelligence first and make complete preparations before we talk. At least I have to ensure that I can safely carry the bucket and run away before I can show my hand. ’

Making a decision in his heart did not affect Carlin's pace towards the alchemy laboratory building, and Charlotte, who had gone through all the trouble to step into Moriarty's mansion, finally got the memory he had longed for.

"Charlotte, whose head was pressed into the pond, was groping wildly with his hands. Just when he was about to suffocate completely, a sharp stone was touched by his right hand.

The instinct of survival made him strike out without any thought. Charlotte felt as if the stone had touched a soft object.

The hands on his head also disappeared, and a bright red color in the water made him feel like he was hallucinating.

But Charlotte, who was on the verge of death, immediately put this thought behind her and her head finally surfaced.

But before he could take a deep breath of fresh air, he saw a scene in front of him that made him horrified.

His mother, Wally Akala Moriarty, fell in a pool of blood. There was a hideous wound on her throat, and blood continued to flow out.

At the moment before she died, she finally regained her sanity, but it was too late. She didn't even have time to express her last words, and her soul returned to the great day.

But poor little Charlotte fell into a coma due to severe mental stimulation. "

"Haha, is this the script that coward prepared for us? He is indeed just a coward. He has such a powerful ability but can only write a third-rate script."

In the back garden of Moriarty Manor.

Mrs. Wally, who was supposed to die in the script, is still standing.

If one ignores the steady stream of blood pouring out of the damaged throat, no one would think that a dying person with such injuries could still stand firm.

She recited a passage of the script with a sneer, and finally mocked the author. However, the only audience present was little Charlotte, who was supposed to be in a coma during the script.

At this time, little Charlotte had already burst into tears.

"Mom, I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. Please, don't leave me and return to the daylight!"

Mrs. Wallie looked at the sad little Charlotte, with a touch of pride on her face.

"Sure enough, it is my strong little Charlotte, how could it be possible for her fate to be so easily controlled by a weak and coward's third-rate script!"

"Mother."

When Charlotte heard what she wanted to say, she was suddenly interrupted by Mrs. Worley.

"Don't talk, time is running out, you must remember every last word I said!

There is a sentient being in Wayne City.

He has the ability to influence the fate of others by writing stories, interfering with reality by writing stories, and letting reality play out according to his script.

But the restrictions are very big. The content of the story must be logical and self-consistent, and a script that does not conform to realistic logic or character design cannot be forced, and the impact is not as strong as I thought before.

He wanted to obtain a ritual called rebirth by influencing my destiny.

In the past few years, I have gradually become fascinated by knowledge under his influence, and then continued to perform various rituals to seek forbidden knowledge from the Mother of Mothers.

And after I got the knowledge of the rebirth ritual, I would go completely crazy due to spiritual pollution. In my crazy state, I would repeat all the contents of the ritual.

This is the script he designed for me. I believe that he is monitoring everything that happens here through some method now, and the knowledge of the resurrection ritual has now been recorded by him.

It's a pity that he underestimated my strength and I overestimated his ability and wisdom.

There was a slight deviation in the script at the last moment when the curtain was supposed to end, which gave me time to tell you my last words.

Charlotte, only you know about this now.

I believe you will still faint after I die, and I can even guess the next script of that guy.

When you wake up again, you will definitely lose this part of your memory.

Haha, I know that guy is useless except for this powerful ability.

There will be a ranger here, but he won't even dare to touch a finger on you. He can only use this clumsy trick to make you lose your memory. I even thought of the reason for him.

‘Little Charlotte was severely mentally stimulated and took the initiative to seal away some of her childhood memories. ’

Haha, I just like the way he looks incompetent and furious but has to do what I say!

It's a pity that I can't appreciate his current expression. Otherwise, I dare to guarantee in the name of my two ancestors that the cause of my death will definitely be death from laughter.

When you later recall this memory, go to a friend of mine, Will Vog, a painter who lives in the Steam City and whose abilities are far from unknown.

When I noticed something was wrong, I sent him a puzzle. If you solve the puzzle, you will know the truth. I believe this will not be difficult for the brave and smart little Charlotte at all.

The guy behind the scenes didn't even notice such an obvious thing. He was really stupid and cowardly. He was really far behind in trying to influence my little Charlotte.

I really can’t bear to die in the hands of such a waste."

After Mrs. Wally said the last words, Charlotte watched her mother fall forever.

"Mother--"

After Charlotte called out loudly, she fainted.

As written in the script, part of the memory was lost due to excessive mental stimulation.

In the dusty hall, two lines of tears flowed down Charlotte's face. He clenched his fists and said word by word: "Mom, I will definitely avenge you!"