Chapter 57: Kill you, kill you, kill you!!
“If I kill Mom’s favorite child… then the one Mom loves most… becomes me, right?”
Therilens turned into the second-floor hallway.
“This is my first time killing for something like this… Never before.”
Therilens recalled three months back—another “adoption,” but as always, same grim end: either wed to some household idiot son, or sate the “master’s” twisted hungers.
So, before it stuck, Therilens’d swung the blade clean—heads rolling neat.
Now? Different.
This time, Therilens killed not from loathing or fear of the adopter—but craving sole child to the adopter.
Yet one thread held: to her, killing was mindless as squashing an ant—no terror, no guilt.
Since the day she’d been ditched, she’d torched the family home.
She’d wandered aimless ever since—no good souls crossed her; so kill ’em all, then.
Fine by her.
That mindset led her to Liang Lai.
At first, Therilens pegged her no saint—some fresh creep with quirks.
But watching the gentle Liang Lai, a spark of hope flickered—plus the plush life around.
So she stayed, testing.
Two days in: Liang Lai stayed her soft self—to all.
Therilens’s mood twisted odd; she’d never tasted love like Liang Lai’s—sating, sinking her deep.
So… wanna hoard it all!
That urge bloomed—and passing the kitchen, her eyes snagged the glinting knife.
So why not kill again?
Her eyes widened gradual.
Yeah—as long as the others dropped… she’d own this gentle woman full.
Never met her like before; she… really liked her, ached to nestle in her arms.
Liang Lai always seemed swamped—barely time for her, bunked with her just once: arrival night one.
Liang Lai smelled sweet, held warm—Therilens’d slept soundest ever.
Therilens figured she truly adored Liang Lai—first time feeling this for anyone.
So… this hard-won joy? Keep it—hoard it solo!
Therilens hummed cheery.
“This room… Duoluosa’s, right?”
She paused at Duoluosa’s door, eyeing the shut panel.
Locked?
From her days’ watch: the kids skipped locks—odds tonight too.
Therilens gripped the knob, twisting side-slow—terrified a creak’d rouse inside.
“Click~”
The latch gave; Therilens nudged the door in a crack.
Deep night now; Duoluosa’d long crashed—no light leaked, just thick black.
“Already asleep~ Perfect~”
Therilens widened the gap careful, slipping in slim and easy—then eased it shut behind.
One step, two, three.
Therilens kept her knife-hand tucked back, creeping to bed’s edge.
She held breath, eyeing the bed’s full shape.
Duoluosa slept back-to-door, cocooned tight in sheets—half-head poking out.
Therilens’s gaze darkened deep on the bed’s form, lips curving faint.
“Sleeping so sound~ Keep it that way~ Sleep forever…”
She murmured, drawing her tucked hand free slow.
Kill?
Slay a girl she’d no beef with.
Therilens’s eyes deadened.
Whatever—plenty dead by her hand already.
For her bliss ahead… a few more? No skin off.
As long as… as long as she stayed happy.
As long as she and Liang Lai lived joyful, together.
Her world needed no sibling swarm—more folks meant more terror, more baddies…
More people, more monsters.
She just needed the saintess—full stop.
The other kids’ looks at her? Grated bad.
So kill her.
The thought surged again; Therilens shed mercy, no waver.
She raised the blade high over-head—her pretty gold eyes bulged wide, lips quirked odd—like some strung puppet freak.
Down it plunged, vicious—aiming heart-pierce, no quarter for regret or retreat.
“Splat!!”
Missed!
Therilens gawked up; Duoluosa’d rolled bed’s far side—eyes blazing fury, faint fear-flicker unspent.
She jabbed a finger at the girl, snarling:
“What the hell are you doing?!”
But the question rang hollow—Therilens knew she’d blown cover, no mercy left.
No road back now.
Duoluosa dead—or she’d tattle to Liang Lai.
Then… what’d Liang Lai do with a killer kid?
The thought clenched Therilens’s jaw; blade high, she lunged again—ruthless glint scaring even Duoluosa to a shiver.
But.
“Crack!!”
“Gah!”
“Clang!”
Therilens felt her wrist explode in pain; knife-hand spasmed loose—the blade clattering floor, near-spearing her own foot.
Duoluosa pulled back her hand, eyeing the golden girl with disgust.
“Can’t even crystallize, and you try me? Ballsy! Cracking this soon?!”
But at the words, Therilens let out a low chuckle—her furrowed brows smoothing.
Duoluosa clocked the shift sharp—but too late; a white flash streaked at her, whip-fast—flung from Therilens’s sleeve.“If I kill Mom’s favorite child… then the one Mom loves most… becomes me, right?”
Therilens turned into the second-floor hallway.
“This is my first time killing for something like this… Never before.”
Therilens recalled three months back—another “adoption,” but as always, same grim end: either wed to some household idiot son, or sate the “master’s” twisted hungers.
So, before it stuck, Therilens’d swung the blade clean—heads rolling neat.
Now? Different.
This time, Therilens killed not from loathing or fear of the adopter—but craving sole child to the adopter.
Yet one thread held: to her, killing was mindless as squashing an ant—no terror, no guilt.
Since the day she’d been ditched, she’d torched the family home.
She’d wandered aimless ever since—no good souls crossed her; so kill ’em all, then.
Fine by her.
That mindset led her to Liang Lai.
At first, Therilens pegged her no saint—some fresh creep