Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1205 - 317: The Choice of Relics

Chapter 1205: Chapter 317: The Choice of Relics

The scorpion-tailed lion’s immense body lay on the cold ground of the square, its blood seeping from underneath, gradually coagulating and thickening until it dried. The bellows-like heavy breathing also grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared from people’s hearing. The scorpion-tailed lion’s vast eyes slowly shut as the whispering ceased, and the muscles, which had been quivering from pain, trembled less and less until they stiffened completely.

Standing beside Dillie, the scorpion-tailed lion, the girls were stunned, staring at the motionless beast before them that had lost all signs of life. Suddenly, they felt a sense of unreality rise within them. Just a few hours ago, the Demigod could easily crush the skulls of Demigod magical beasts, and just an hour ago he was commanding his metal puppets and a dozen magical beasts, holding his own under a strange banner within his domain. Yet, he now lay motionless on the ground, lifeless, never to open his mighty eyes again. It all felt like a dream, making it hard to accept this cruel change.

However, such was the fate of adventurers; such were the characteristics of the Demigod graveyard. No matter how powerful you were, even if you stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world, even if you were a Demigod, experienced and fully prepared, it often only took a short while, just one battle, to bring any powerful being from life to death, with no exceptions.

The girls looked at each other, then covertly glanced at Pannis’s back, truly at a loss for words of comfort. Pannis stood beside Dillie, back to the girls, his left hand resting on Dillie’s still warm foreleg, his right hand clenched into a tight fist, pressed over his mouth, with teeth biting forcefully into his own finger. His body shook slightly, unable to utter a single word.

It was hard for the girls to imagine what Pannis was going through, but they had never seen him so overtly grieving before. Even when they had witnessed Christo’s demise, Pannis had only shown sadness and melancholy, not the uncontrollable trembling that overtook him now.

"Pannis," whispered Catherine, not knowing how to comfort him, but aware she could not keep silent any longer. She sighed deeply, fighting the slight acidity in her own heart, stepped forward, patted Pannis’s back, and murmured, "Don’t be too sad. When Mr. Dillie passed, at least he was content. He had at least seen his homeland."

"Huh, I’m okay, really," Pannis exhaled heavily, his voice trembling, "Don’t worry about me. I know he passed peacefully, and that’s enough. What troubles me is how to face Maya and Tiya. They had always been waiting for Dillie to return, but now, all I can bring back to them is the news of his death, and I can’t even bring his body back for a proper burial. Ah, how am I supposed to explain this to them?"

"I’m sorry," Catherine said dimly, her head bowed. She knew that Dillie’s final fall was somewhat related to them, but thoughts like that changed nothing. She could only whisper, "Even though we can’t bring Mr. Dillie’s body back, we can cut a tuft of his mane as a memento. It’s better than leaving with nothing."

"Mane?" Pannis’s expression was blank as he pondered for a moment, as if forcing back some emotion, then nodded, "That’s a solution when there’s no other choice. But just a tuft of mane isn’t appropriate; it’s too frail and lacks the gravitas to bear our memories."

"Not grave enough?" Catherine felt Pannis was acting strange again and couldn’t help but ask with confusion, "What are you suggesting then?"

"Let’s do this," Pannis suddenly drew the one-handed sword from his back, his expression eerie, "We’ll cut off his front paw and make it into a specimen to take back. That’s part of his body, more appropriate for a burial."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" The girls were taken aback by Pannis’s suggestion. Catherine gazed at Pannis in astonishment, "How can you joke at a time like this? How can we do such a thing?"

"That’s true, the paw isn’t a good choice either," Pannis said with a bizarre smile, "Then let’s just chop off his head. We can turn it into a wall hanging. It will be perfect for Maya and Tiya to decorate their wall, they’ll surely love it."

By this time, Catherine had oddly fallen silent. The girl was anything but foolish; she had already perceived something amiss from Pannis’s behavior, and so she assumed the role of an observer with a bizarre expression.

"Asshole, are you ****ing sick?" Dillie, the scorpion-tailed lion who had completely lost its vitality, suddenly raised its upper body off the ground as if resurrected, and roared furiously, "Have you ever seen anyone chop off someone else’s head as a keepsake, you idiot, let alone make it into a wall ornament? Is your skull really filled with brains, or have you always been this way in remembering the dead? Asshole!"

"And you dare talk about me? You’re the idiot, and it’s your brain that’s sick," Pannis retorted without backing down, yelling just as angrily, "You must have nothing better to do, right? Couldn’t you find something better to do than to play dead and scare people? Is that fun for you?"

"Do you think you’re qualified to say that to me?" Dillie glared and bellowed, "I’ve heard from Aske that you’re the one who likes to play dead to deceive people, and even he was fooled by it once, so you’re the last one who should be talking to me like that."

The scorpion-tailed lion’s words caused the girls’ gazes to become very subtle as they quietly concentrated behind Pannis, emitting a low chuckle.

"Ahem, well, there is a reason I played dead," Pannis coughed a few times, his voice much quieter, "Don’t change the subject. We’re not talking about me right now, we’re discussing why you played dead."

"Of course there’s a reason I played dead," Dillie snarled through gritted teeth, "Who else but you would play dead for no reason at all?"

"Of course, there’s a reason, you idiot, isn’t it because you’re too embarrassed to see people?" Pannis sneered contemptuously, "Isn’t it because you feel you wavered earlier, that you actually considered harming them for a moment, felt sorry for them, and didn’t dare face them again, so you chose this foolish method to escape? You said earlier that you weren’t scared this time, hahaha, idiot, you still ended up running away in the end."

"I’m not embarrassed at all," the scorpion-tailed lion stood fully up, its mane flaring out as it spoke loudly, "I have nothing to be embarrassed about, and I haven’t run away."

"Only an idiot would believe you," Pannis mocked, "You’re just like what you often describe yourself as—what’s that called again? Oh, right, tsundere. You’re just a tsundere."

"I am not a tsundere," the scorpion-tailed lion clearly grew frantic, stating with reddened eyes, "I’m definitely not, watch out or I’ll eat you."

"Um, excuse me for interrupting a moment," Lina interjected softly, breaking into the argument and meeting the eyes of the two combatants. She pointed at Dillie’s body, "I just wanted to say, your intestines are hanging out."

"Oh, damn it, it hurts like hell," a wail of agony rose immediately from the plaza, "Hurry up and heal me."