"Ah… is that all? Uh… indeed… this is my fault. I shouldn't have been so blunt. I'm sorry… Peace… uh… Big Sister." Iri feigned surprise, then respectfully apologized to Death Knight.
"Heh heh… heh heh… You scoundrel!!" Death Knight lowered her head and gave a sinister laugh, then suddenly shouted "scoundrel" and pounced forward, flailing her limbs.
She probably realized that Iri was playing a trick on her, and the so-called apology was just further mockery.
Iri, of course, wouldn't just sit there and take it, and once again wrestled with Death Knight.
However, this… was truly just a brawl. There were no ultimate moves… no magic or anything. It was simply a pure catfight between women. Death Knight pulled Iri's hair, and Iri twisted her cheeks. This… it couldn't even be considered a fight, could it?
But even so, these two were still god-level characters. By the time the attendant reacted and ran to call someone to stop the two from tearing at each other, Death Knight and Iri's faces were already bruised and battered.
"Today! I'll let you off the hook for now! If there's a chance in the future! I'll definitely slice your * * * * * flab into pieces!" Death Knight was finally held back by several individuals who appeared to be high-ranking priests.
"You're just blatantly jealous, aren't you! If you have the guts, go develop yourself like this too! If you don't have the ability, then don't come out and jump around!" Iri retorted, unwilling to show weakness.
"Clementine, allow me to treat you." Among the attendants who came to break up the fight, one of them, quite kindly, offered to help Iri with her injuries.
Iri touched her cheek, which was sore from Death Knight pulling it, and politely declined.
"No need, these minor injuries will heal on their own in a moment," Iri said. Her face must look terrible right now!
It really hurt when that madwoman pulled her cheek just now! She must have bruises!
But then again, after provoking Death Knight to this extent, this time she only exchanged blows with her and didn't act as murderously as last time, wanting to kill her.
It seems she has already tacitly accepted her as a companion in her heart, right? Who knew Death Knight was unexpectedly a good person? Iri thought so.
"You bastard! You damn chest monster! You bleep… (hundreds of words of curses omitted below)" Hmm! I retract my previous statement, Death Knight is a crazy woman with a terrible personality!
However… what made Iri curious was that with those high-ranking priests present, Death Knight didn't directly pounce this time. It seemed she was quite wary of these high-ranking priests.
Logically, Death Knight shouldn't have any reason to fear them, right? This made Iri pay extra attention.
At this moment, Death Knight, who had been cursing, suddenly fell silent. Iri saw her staring intently at her, and Iri also noticed Death Knight's gaze, feeling strange… what was it now?
"You… are like me, aren't you?" Death Knight inexplicably said such a sentence. Iri was baffled. What was this person talking about?
"I don't know what you mean, Big Sister," Iri replied. How was she like her? She was Nazarick's Princess, loved by everyone. How could she be like this crazy woman with a problem in her head!?
... Death Knight didn't reply, only silently pulled back the hair covering her ears. Then Iri saw Death Knight's slender elven ears.
Now Iri understood what Death Knight meant. She was a hybrid of the Elf King and a God-kin.
According to Theocracy's meaning, Death Knight was an 異種族 that must be eliminated according to Theocracy's doctrine, which was indeed quite ironic!
She was clearly Theocracy's strongest combat force, yet at the same time, she was the most rejected 異種族 in Theocracy. There was nothing that could be done, who made Death Knight's identity special!
Not to mention that she herself had the bloodline of a God-kin, and she was also an atavistic God-kin. If Nazarick had not transmigrated, she would have been the strongest combat force among the natives.
However, now there was another person who could fight her to a draw, and her physical features were somewhat similar to hers, so it was quite normal for her to misunderstand that she was also a hybrid 異種族 like her, wasn't it?
So, how should she answer her here? At this moment, two options appeared before Iri's eyes.
The first was to say yes. If she was also a hybrid 異種族 like her, it would more or less make her feel a little closer, right?
However, Death Knight was not a normal person. She remembered that she strongly disliked her hybrid identity, and this problem stemmed from her scoundrel father, the Elf King.
If she similarly disliked other hybrid 異種族, then wouldn't choosing this option lower her favorability? And this was Theocracy! They were very prejudiced against 異種族! If she admitted it here, wouldn't she have to live here with her tail between her legs?
The second option was to deny it. If she denied it, everything would be simple. No matter what others said, she would flatly deny it. Anyway, her appearance was completely indistinguishable from a normal human, so it didn't matter how Death Knight saw her.
Anyway, they were going to fight every time they met. It was clear that this crazy woman still cared a lot about her flat chest, so it would be better to avoid provoking her with that in the future. So, looking at it this way, this option seemed to be the safest, didn't it?
Uh… no! This option isn't safe either! Why did Death Knight suddenly ask so seriously if she was like her just now? She must have seen something!
Ah! That's right! Her regeneration ability! Didn't she just refuse others' offer to heal her! Now her cheek no longer felt pain, which meant it had already healed itself completely.
How could a normal human have such an outrageous self-healing ability! Besides, how could a normal human explain being able to fight an atavistic God-kin like Death Knight to a draw!
"I don't know… I have no memories of the past. I don't know anything about my past. Perhaps I am like you? Or perhaps not." Iri chose the third option, which was to feign ignorance and attribute all problems to amnesia.
"Hmph! What a lucky fellow, to be able to forget the past like that…" Death Knight snorted, then turned and left.
Uh… looking at this, she probably passed, right? Iri thought so. In a sense, she was indeed like Death Knight.
After all, she was also synthesized and created, so she was indeed a hybrid, and quite a complex one at that… Succubus… Vampire… Dark Elf… Insect… Demon and such… Skeleton and so on… Logically speaking, she was far more complex than Death Knight.
As a hybrid, her treatment was far better than Death Knight's. Her current situation was that she was being used by Theocracy as a final weapon. Thinking of this, she actually felt a little sorry for her.
However, this could also be considered Death Knight indirectly reminding her! Her physical features were indeed very similar to Death Knight's. Both had bi-colored heterochromatic eyes, and both had bi-colored hair. Although hers wasn't as obvious as half black and half white, her black hair still had a lot of pink mixed in.
For those in Theocracy who knew of Death Knight's existence, there was indeed a strong sense of déjà vu. So, should she change her image? Iri thought so.
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