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The recent move had a surprising effect. Hilmirya suddenly lost her strength, and Cyclone took advantage of it, pushing Hilmirya back against the opposite wall. With a thud, their eyes met. But it was just for a second as Hilmirya's lifeless gaze returned. "You really..." Her hands, trembling with effort, shook not from Cyclone's push, but from her own tremors. "You really!!!!" Suddenly erupting, Hilmirya pushed with all her might, instantly shoving Cyclone back to the center of the room. "Sister Hilmirya!!" The four young nuns began to realize the seriousness of the situation and finally approached the battlefield, addressing Hilmirya. "Sister! This is not right. Even if this man is guilty, we should not resort to violence..." "Yes! She's right!" Cyclone chimed in. "Shut up!!!" But with a roaring shout from Hilmirya, everyone was silenced. "Shut up shut up shut up shut up!!!!!!" Hilmirya's force grew, and Cyclone began to falter. At that moment, Hilmirya abruptly stopped the confrontation, swaying left and right. After breaking free from Cyclone's grip, she quickly regained her composure. "For all the girls you have not yet defiled, today, I must cut off the source of all sins!!" Hilmirya's knife pointed directly at Cyclone. Suddenly, Cyclone began to throw anything within reach at Hilmirya. In the kitchen, it started with vegetables, then cutlery, and finally even the stove itself. Yet, like possessed, Hilmirya fearlessly advanced towards Cyclone, straight-line, regardless of the onslaught. In the last moment, the approach accelerated. The swift strike was inevitable for Cyclone, who was shoved directly towards the stove. Cyclone landed on it, sweeping across all the materials on the stove and even reaching the flames beside it. With injuries all over, the pot's lid knocked open, and a wave of heat rushed out. Watching the boiling water ahead, Cyclone was petrified. "Help, help!!!!" Ignoring Cyclone's cries, Hilmirya grabbed Cyclone by the hair, intending to submerge Cyclone's face into the boiling water. "I'll ruin that face of yours, see how you'll deceive girls in the future!!" In that moment, Cyclone witnessed a miracle, a miracle in the face of desperation. Amid the boiling water, a bottle surfaced. In a final effort to save themselves, Cyclone forced their hand into the pot. Enduring the scalding heat, Cyclone grabbed the last hope from the pot. The hand instantly turned red, and the pain brought tears and runny nose. Still, with this last resort, the powder from the bottle scattered. A gentle breeze blew, carrying the powder towards Hilmirya and the four young nuns behind her.
"Cough! Cough!"
Seizing the opportunity of Hilmirya's coughing, Cyclone turned and ran.
As he rushed to the door of the cabin, just about to open it, a small knife flew in and wedged itself between the door and the frame. The small knife firmly fixed the entrance shut. Cyclone couldn't pull out the knife, and Hilmirya was getting closer.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
To buy some time, Cyclone planned to make one final move. Little did he know that this move was unnecessary.
After a few seconds passed, Cyclone still couldn't pull out the knife. However, even though several seconds had gone by, Hilmirya had not reached his back.
Driven by unease and curiosity, Cyclone turned around to look.
"..."
At that moment, Cyclone glanced down at the bottle in his hand. It was the sedative his master had given him before leaving, with a small amount but astoundingly effective. Cyclone looked at Hilmirya lying on the ground, a smile unconsciously spreading across his lips.
"Now it's not your turn yet. Hehehe."
