Miss Dancer bowed slightly.

Then she gently lifted up the hem of her skirt, as if making an extremely beautiful exit gesture.

It was just the implications that made Clariel shudder:

"After all, I have never done anything that would dirty my hands.

in other words,

At best, I can only be regarded as an artist who was "seduceed by you",

"You, you guys!!"

The puppeteer Sue Clair had a look of disbelief on her face, and she wanted to curse.

From beginning to end.

There were more than twenty people here at the Masquerade, and most of them were turned into [Puppets] by themselves.

I didn’t expect that it would be rare for the remaining three to have any brains:

One of them insisted on engaging in close combat with the legendary night watchman, and was killed in two blows.

One is an undercover agent.

There was another one who had no professional ethics and joined the opponent's camp in just half an hour.

even,

She also heard a name that no one in Siberia could ignore:

【Archduke Christopher】

She was actually involved in this matter!

Otherwise, even if she was seriously injured, she would not completely lose any ability to resist.

Immediately afterwards, the shock wave and the pure white feather's dance came at the same time, cutting off her last vestige of life.

The puppeteer Sue Clair vomited blood and fell to the ground:

"You guys are cruel."

Angelia walked slowly from a distance and watched this scene calmly.

But Miss Dancer Katie Gracie stopped everyone from killing Claire:

"Don't be in a hurry to kill her,

Now the puppeteer before us only looks like a real person,

Actually:

She is just a unique [real puppet] that cannot be replaced and can even exert 90% of its own abilities.

I once secretly learned about the puppeteer's corresponding genealogical abilities at a masquerade.

At least, before killing her.

Princess Christopher,

You need to use some means to isolate her from information about this place.

Otherwise, once this real doll dies, her body will send all the messages back."

I heard that this traitor is still leaking information,

Clariel, who was dying in the distance, couldn't help but cursed angrily:

"Carty, you bitch."

As for this statement.

Angelia did not hesitate to take out a top-of-the-line stand blocker from Star Orbit Technology.

In an instant.

The disposable position shield reflected a dark blue barrier and directly covered the puppeteer:

"You can take action now."

"As you wish."

Angelia cost hundreds of thousands of euros for such a simple operation.

But as the youngest, most beautiful and wealthy princess in Moscow.

She receives countless times this amount every second, so naturally she won't mind such a small expense.

that's all,

The entire projection ruins were finally reduced to the wind and sand and the memories of history.

Miss Venisha, who had put on professional-grade mental protection goggles in advance, hid in the crowd, and witnessed the entire extraordinary experience, was still a little nervous at the end.

She gently covered her undulating breasts.

Then Angelia walked towards him and whispered:

"Do you usually experience big events like this?

Not only Count Ivanovich, but also Duke Gauld was wiped out.

real,

I don't even know what to say.

As for the last puppeteer, she was really predicted of everything.

Mr. Kevin is so awesome, he is really handsome and smart."

She is a teacher in a run-down middle school and an enthusiastic elder sister in a small orphanage.

Never seen anything like this before.

Angelia obviously understood her current mood, so she gently turned her answer to another more humorous topic:

“Venisha,

Have you ever seen an anime called Conan?”

I heard her suddenly mention this topic.

Venisha, who covered her chest with her hands, nodded softly:

“The kids love watching it.

So sometimes I would deliberately change the TV channel and adjust it to the channel that plays that anime.

The signal on my 20-year-old TV set at home is not very good and snowflakes often appear."

The princess smiled playfully:

"There is an organization called the Winery, I think you can check it out."

Until now.

Venisa suddenly understood what she wanted to express.

Although this fragile young lady knew that the puppeteer was a bad person, she could not help but feel a little more sympathetic at this moment.

'The only real villain in the entire evil organization is himself.'

This feeling is indeed both sad and funny.

If it were her job, she wouldn't be able to do it.

at the same time.

Very far from the Mariinsky Theater.

In a dark office in St. Petersburg.

Thick light shines through the delicate gauze curtains and dapples onto the wooden floor, forming patches of deep light and shadow.

The room is filled with the faint scent of ink and leather, which seems to tell the story of the accumulation of time and the depth of knowledge.

The desk is located in the center of the room,

Various documents and books are neatly placed on the desktop, and a delicate quill lies quietly next to the ink bottle, waiting for the next writing.

And the man at the desk,

It turned out to be Patience - Ivanovich, the eldest son of Count Ivanovich.

He picked up the traces of his father that he had just written with [Border Relic: Tracking Ink],

Surprisingly, I only saw two bright red characters on it:

【die】

that's all.

After a brief moment of mourning that lasted less than ten seconds.
To be continued...