Chapter 193: 189 Merged into One

It seemed Milaier's words had an effect, as Kelake's panicked emotions gradually calmed down.

Taking a deep breath, Kelake slowly regained his reason; he closed his eyes to meditate for a few seconds, and began to examine the memory that had slipped into his mind from a rational, objective perspective, suddenly discovering a detail within the memory.

It was a sentence spoken by that crazy woman: "Hair is a woman's signature."

"Isn't this what Miss Hela's mother said to her?" Kelake was suddenly startled; he realized that the memory fragment he had seen did not belong to him, but to Miss Hela.

But what kind of power could accomplish this? Kelake did not know he possessed such abilities.

Since it was not his own ability, it could only have been caused by other factors.

Kelake opened his eyes, his gaze naturally falling upon the Cat Tooth Bracelet he had thrown onto the floor; for some reason, seeing the bracelet again, he felt it was somewhat sinister, and he felt a sense of heart-palpitating vigilance without realizing it.

With a hint of hesitation, Kelake picked up the Cat Tooth Bracelet again; the moment he picked it up, he squeezed his eyes shut once more, but this time he did not feel the mental shock of a strange memory, though his body trembled involuntarily from touching the cold cat tooth.

Perhaps it was only the first time one touched the Cat Tooth Bracelet that one would see those memories.

Milaier watched Kelake's strange actions, and connecting them to the way Kelake had suddenly gone berserk and lost control just moments ago, she also secretly guessed at the peculiar nature of the Cat Tooth Bracelet, "Is there something wrong with this bracelet?"

Kelake apologized to Milaier again, saying truthfully: "I am really sorry, Milaier. I don't know why, but when I touched this bracelet, I saw a memory that didn't belong to me. That memory... was too terrifying, so I couldn't control myself for a moment."

Regarding this, seeing that Kelake had returned to calm, Milaier no longer blamed him; after giving Kelake a faint smile, she asked with some confusion: "There is such a bizarre thing? Can... can I touch it?"

Kelake felt that the Cat Tooth Bracelet was most likely problematic; he actually did not want Milaier to touch it, but he felt it was necessary to let Milaier experience it herself so that she could believe him.

Milaier, looking half-believing and half-doubting, picked up the bracelet Kelake handed to her.

Kelake immediately became nervous, as if facing a formidable enemy, his limbs in a state ready to strike at any moment; if Milaier showed the slightest sign of abnormality, he would immediately restrain her.

Watching Milaier's expression slowly turn gloomy, the silent look made Kelake feel immense pressure; it was hard to imagine this was the lively, cheerful, and understanding girl from just a moment ago, as she instead looked like a ruthless girl assassin.

Just as Milaier revealed a trace of ferocity, Kelake immediately circled behind her and hugged her tightly, letting her struggle violently in his arms; hidden within that petite frame was immense, monstrous strength, and Kelake almost failed to control the girl.

He shook from side to side, shaking the Cat Tooth Bracelet from Milaier's hand, calling out to Milaier over and over again, trying to make the girl calm down.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Kelake finally felt the girl's struggling strength in his arms slowly weaken, and the frantic roaring gradually turned into pitiful sobbing.

Realizing that Milaier had also broken free from that terrifying memory, he hurriedly let her go, cupping her face and wiping away the tears on her fair, tender cheeks, comforting her: "It's okay, it's okay, that wasn't your memory, none of it was your memory, you did nothing wrong, you don't have to suffer for this memory..."

As he spoke, a feeling of nostalgia welled up in the depths of Kelake's heart, but before he could reminisce, he—always maintaining high vigilance toward the outside world—heard the sound of light footsteps coming from outside the room door.

"Someone is coming," Kelake whispered, his nervous emotions instantly infecting the weeping Milaier.

The girl immediately stopped her sorrowful emotions and asked nervously: "What... what should we do? Should we hide?"

Kelake thought rapidly and soon had an idea; he pushed Milaier into the wardrobe and picked up the axe from the floor to give to her, and before closing the wardrobe door, he instructed: "You hide inside first and act according to the situation."

"But what about you?" Milaier asked hurriedly, one hand stopping the door from closing.

"I want to show my cards," Kelake took a deep breath; this Gubao was too strange, and he no longer intended to investigate the truth, nor did he want to analyze who was good or bad anymore.

Milaier had actually had several opportunities to kill him before; when he lost his reason due to the mysterious power of the Cat Tooth Bracelet, he would attack but not resist, and she had been holding the axe the whole time, ready to strike him dead at any moment, yet she had not done so.

Regardless of whether there was a reason for it, Kelake did not want to consider or investigate it anymore; he picked up the hammer from the floor, covered in sweat, and stood in place on guard, watching as Hela's room door was slowly pushed open, the small stool wedged behind the door emitting a creaking friction sound.

The person pushing the door seemed to have expected it, as the speed of pushing the door remained unhurried; immediately after, a hand wearing a white glove gripped the edge of the door, and Butler Walunte's cold face was the first to emerge from behind the door.

Kelake's hammer came crashing down the instant the other's head poked out; it was a strike with all his might.

However, Butler Walunte's reaction was very fast; the moment he realized the danger, his other hand moved, grabbing the handle of the hammer Kelake had brought down, as if he possessed immense strength; a pair of gray eyes looked at Kelake coldly, and he said in a low voice: "Mr. Kelake's way of greeting is truly special."

At the same time, the corner of Kelake's eye noticed a beautiful face huddled beneath Butler Walunte, only the face was revealing a frantic expression; a sharp, cold light flashed across his field of vision, and Kelake was shocked, instinctively letting go of the hammer and violently retreating several steps.

Only a sharp sound of wind being cut passed by Kelake's chin, the coldness fleeting, and a burning, stinging sensation came from his chin as he felt warm blood flowing from the wound.

Kelake retreated repeatedly, finally steadying his figure, covering his chin with one hand, smelling the scent of blood coming from his jaw, the warmth passing over his palm and fingertips, dripping onto the floor.

"You two!?" Kelake looked in shock at the two people who had appeared simultaneously; Butler Walunte, whose body seemed to have become somewhat bloated and burly, and the frantic-looking Miss Hela pushed open the door and stood in the doorway with their backs to the light.

The two bodies were now bizarrely intertwined; Miss Hela's originally straight, slender legs were currently spiraling and wrapped around Butler Walunte's legs like a rope, and Miss Hela's back was tightly adhered to Butler Walunte's chest, as if they had grown together.

They had merged into one.