Chapter 187 - White Flag

Pain.

That word would be a great understatement to describe how Delice was feeling.

It felt like her non-functional heart had been ripped out of her as the blade tore through her stomach, entering through one side and reappearing in another before sinking into Oliver, who held her firmly from behind.

Her soul was dwindling and she could feel her body getting possessed completely by the Mother. She looked back at Oliver with tears in her eyes, regretting the first time she had met him, wishing they had never crossed paths while she thought of her daughter and the time she would never have with her.

“I…accept!” Oliver yelled as blood drizzled down his mouth. He pulled the sword away and Delice slipped to the floor, bleeding.