The Power Enthusiast

MINERVO 116: Pig Horde

When the Madam of the House Owner was busy scolding Lizzie for the girl casually entering her palace without permission, there was a small smile imprinted on Lizzie's face as she continued to be scolded by the woman, it was as if he did not mind being scolded all out like that.

Because it seems Lizzie found a brilliant idea that popped into her head. All the blasphemies that the woman had said to Lizzie were not being seriously heard by her, it was like going in the right ear, out the left ear.

As the woman paused on her speech, Lizzie immediately voiced out in a relaxed tone. "It's a waste of time that you say so many things, because I don't listen to you at all."

Flinched, The woman was furious to hear Lizzie's response that seemed to be defiant. "God! You really have no manners towards older people! It's intolerable, I'll call the police right now, and you'll soon be rotting in jail, Dirty Girl!"

The woman glared at Lizzie until her eyeballs were about to come out, but unfortunately the girl was not at all afraid of the threat of cliches. In fact, on the contrary, Lizzie's grin became even more fluffy when she heard it.

"Call it, I'm not afraid." Suddenly, Lizzie pulled out a tiny knife with very sharp teeth from the pocket of her pants.  Lizzie glanced at the woman's face while showing the knife to her. "Because before you call the cops or anyone else, you're gonna die at my hands, ma'am. So get ready," Lizzie went straight to the woman while holding the knife to the madam's neck.

The woman screamed as the blade was so close to the soft surface of her neck, Lizzie stood behind the mistress while playing with her knife in a relaxed manner. "Don't mess with that thing! Lizzie!" The woman seemed panicked to see a sharp object being made into a toy by the young girl near her neck. "You can hurt me! And you can even kill me! So quickly dispose of the knife, Lizzie! If you scratch my skin just a little, you'll know the consequences!"

"From that, listen to me," With her tone so relaxed, Lizzie spoke as she continued to play around with her knife-eye near the hostess' neck. "Why did you throw your own daughter out of the house? Why did you do that to your own son? What do you think of doing such a heinous thing? Even after you kicked Rara out of the house, you can still sleep soundly without the slightest thought of the condition of your son that you have expelled? That's too late." Lizzie clucked her tongue so badly. "I can't forgive your evil deeds, madam."

"I should have told you that, Dirty Girl!" The Madam, though agitated at the sight of a knife being wiggled close to her neck, still dared to respond with a snapping tone. "You're the one who made Rara turn out like that! Because of you, my Eldest Son loves to defy! Whereas before Rara was a plain and obedient girl, but ever since she played with someone like you! His behavior is bad! He even dared to fight with his own family!"

"********!" Without any more ba-bi-bu, Lizzie slashed the woman's neck gently, inflicting a gaping wound and splashing fresh blood. "I don't care about the cause Rara changed, it's up to you to blame me for it! I don't give a shit! But what makes me angry is," Lizzie growled like a lion who couldn't bear to pounce on its prey. "You don't think at all about Rara's happiness!"

"God! Argha! My neck! It hurts! Stopit! IT HURTS SO MUCH! ARGHH!" Incision after incision continued to be scratched by Lizzie until the Lady of the House fell down while her two arms held the neck that was draining a lot of blood, making the floor so full of a very thick line of red blood. The woman looked up at Lizzie who was standing behind her. "You will take responsibility for your actions! Lizzie!"

"I don't want to!" Lizzie directly stabbed the Lady House in the neck fiercely. "You're the worst parent I've ever met in my life! You've hurt Rara's feelings! You must get the reward for your foul behavior! Base ********!"

"ARGH! THE LIZZIE! STOPIT! THAT'S PERIH! ARGH! TOLOOOOONG!"

Paul-who was peeking out from within the gap of the door of the nursery-was left to witness it, for he could not bear to see someone being so brutally tortured, finally he came out of the room to approach Lizzie who was busy stabbing the helpless woman.

"STOP IT! GODDAMN SHIT!" After arriving near Lizzie, Paul screamed loudly while trying to snatch the knife used by Lizzie to stab the woman. However, just as Paul tried, Lizzie did not let her knife be taken by the man.

"You don't interfere!" lizzie exclaimed at Paul with a fierce face. "You'd better sit quietly in that room! Because this is none of your business! ********!"

"I know it's none of my business! But you shouldn't do such a thing! Goddamn bum!"

"If you still are! I'll consider me a target! That means, you'll also be chopping like this woman!"

Paul clenched his hands tightly, then he opened his heart as deeply as he could. Then, nimbly, Paul immediately kicked the knife held by Lizzie until it was thrown in any direction. In addition, thanks to the kick, Lizzie's right arm was fractured due to a kick made by Paul, until the girl immediately curled up in pain on the floor, he felt tremendous pain from his broken bones.

In the end, Paul just stood looking at the two women who were screaming in pain, lying weakly on the floor. One adult woman with a neck hit by many sharp incisions made blood splatter on the floor, while the other was a short orange haired girl lying in pain with her broken right hand.

When the atmosphere was a little calm, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps coming to Paul's location. And it appeared that some people who seemed to also be residents of this house, they were all none other than other members of Rara's family, including her biological father, Uncle, Aunt, Relatives, Grandpa, Grandma, Her, and the others. It was about twenty people. They all displayed their shocked expressions as they watched the events plastered before them.

"Geez!"

"Geez!"

"What-What-what's this!?"

"Gruesome!"

"It's crazy!"

"It's so mean!"

They made various startled remarks, with eyes finally fixed on the figure of Paul who was standing upright between two women who were lying weakly with blood splattered. For them, the scene has made it very clear that Paul was the one who carried out the massacre in this house. They seem to be wary of Paul's movements, worried that one of them might become the next victim.

"What!?" paul snapped at them all with a bringas. "You want to accuse me that I did all this, huh!?"

Silent.

The men no one dared to answer Paul's question, each of them terrified when they came into eye contact with the man, afraid of being killed as well.

"Good!" Lizzie, with her arms still broken, tried to raise her own body to get up. "Finally you all gather here! It's nice! Because that way, I don't have to bother looking for you guys anymore in the vastness of this house!" Lizzie grinned, with the pain in her right hand. "Now, I will slaughter all of you, FOR RARA's SAKE!"

"No! You don't want me to slaughter anyone here!"

Hearing Paul's words, Lizzie turned to the man with a very irritated look. "Yet you interfere!"

"I will continue to interfere in your affairs! Because you're my hero-to-be guidance! You idiot!"

Lizzie furrowed her brows in annoyance. "Stop that shit! I'm sick of hearing it!" Lizzie's attention was again focused on her family Rara who stood a few meters in front of her. "You guys see?" Lizzie smiled as she showed the lady who was the Madam in this house was lying weakly with blood clumping on the floor. "You too will end up like this woman! Or maybe worse than this! Then get ready, because soon I will chop you all up! O Hordes of ****!"